Mo Lian looked up at the sky. Just this short delay caused Mo Lian to lose sight of the aerial centipede.
*Chomp.* The small morning glory squatting on his shoulder revealed two rows of steely serrated teeth. It was eager to attack the fat city lord and his posse.
Mo Lian pressed it down, indicating for it to behave itself. Afterwards, he swept an apathetic look at the fat city lord and his henchmen before giving Dao Wuji a side glance. “Take care of them.”
“Alrighty, don’t worry Boss. Just leave this matter to me!” Immediately afterwards, Dao Wuji barreled into the city lord’s group like a gust of wind.
Without the city lord’s guards seeing how he attacked, a large portion of them had fallen accompanied by the sounds of hit and kicks. This alarmed the city lord, causing him to hastily back away.
The fat city lord sized up Dao Wuji with surprise and bewilderment.
This lad looked rather handsome, but he didn’t look like someone with that high of a cultivation. But if he could defeat so many of his guards in only one go, then what kind of cultivation realm was he in?
“Do you still want to fight?” Dao Wuji stood while crossing his arms. He had knocked out so many people with just 10 percent of his strength. The fat city lord truly had no choice but to back down. The latter did not dare order his people to attack him again.
The Little Despot cast Dao Wuji a look from the side and scoffed, “Don’t overdo it. If you kill people in the Middle Prefectures, you might get locked up again for another decade or so.”
Dao Wuji naturally understood the Little Despot’s meaning when the latter pointed at the sky, and he laughed while waving his hand. “How could that be! I just got out of that hellhole.”
“Don’t forget that you didn’t get out with your own abilities.” The Little Despot rolled his eyes at him. “Only those who cleared the place themselves can temporarily regain their freedom. As for you, humph!”
Dao Wuji couldn’t help but feel embarassed by the Little Despot’s insinuations, so he turned his head aside to stop speaking to the Little Despot.
Every time he spoke with this Little Despot, it felt like he was offering up his face for the latter to slap. The Little Despot made him feel so pissed every time.
“Hurry and scram!” Dao Wuji shouted at the fat city lord. “Are you waiting to get beaten?”
If not for the fact that he was afraid Heavenly Law would throw its weight around and lock him up in the Punishment Tower again, he really might have killed some of these garrulous fellows.
That city lord retreated several steps. Aware that he might not be these monsters’ match even if he had these mystic cultivators with him, he hastily turned tail and ran with his men.
The common people on the streets were also tactful.
When they discovered that their city lord could do nothing about these young people, they holed up in their homes and shut their shop doors.
After this tizzy, the fat city lord made a clean retreat with his men.
Soon enough, the entire street became empty. Only a pitifully skinny yellow tabby cat jumped down from a thatched shack in the corner.
Everybody exchanged glances. They didn’t expect Dao Wuji’s show of strength to cause such a large commotion.
Even so, it made sense. As someone in the spiritual immortal realm, Dao Wuji paled in comparison to the group of venerable immortal realms inside the tower.
But when faced with this group of mystic cultivators, wasn’t that tantamount to setting a ferocious tiger into a flock of sheep? How could it not arouse fear?
Mo Lian produced a faint apparition in his palm, and everybody couldn’t help but be taken aback at his action
The Gingko Immortal asked coquettishly, “Young Sir Mo, what is this for?”
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