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The Mighty Bull emerged with the summoning of Dandy in Huafu, standing like an iron tower, muscles bulging as if his clothes were completely stretched. He was quite tall, and even though this was the Cultivation World, where size and physique mattered less, the Mighty Bull still exuded a significant pressure.
Ling Mo Xie sighed, realizing that this was indeed a local tyrant from Wen Dao City. Just one of these individuals was already impressive, far beyond the forces found in the Izumo Kingdom.
"Hmph! Kid, since you've offended my young master, you better make amends!" When the Mighty Bull spoke, it sounded like thunder, ringing in people's ears.
"Such an impudent person, demanding an apology from others? Hmph! Come on, I'm not afraid of you!" Ling Mo Xie sized up the Mighty Bull and said to him.
The Mighty Bull was also at the late stage of Distraction, and Ling Mo Xie thought he could handle it. However, the Young Master had mentioned that the Mighty Bull was just an average cultivator among his subordinates. Today, it seemed he was in trouble; even Listening to the Wind Pavilion couldn't directly confront him but could only advise caution.
After all, those present were not the Shopkeeper of Listening to the Wind Pavilion, but merely attendants—essentially waiters. While Listening to the Wind Pavilion wasn't afraid of the Long Family, they certainly were.
Upon hearing Ling Mo Xie's words, the Mighty Bull didn't say much more. He simply clenched his hand, and a pair of massive hammers appeared in his grasp, covered in spikes. If one of those struck...
Ling Mo Xie quickly drew out the weapon he had obtained from slaying the Hook Snake last time.
"Rumbling!" The Mighty Bull wasted no time and swung his hammer towards Ling Mo Xie. He hurriedly dodged, causing ripples on the ground. Thanks to the protective formation, he sustained no damage, but Ling Mo Xie knew that this hammer's power was considerable.
Moreover, he initially thought such a large figure would be slow; however, to his surprise, the Mighty Bull was quite fast.
"Hmph, is running all you can do?" The Mighty Bull, not slowing down at all, swung several times as Ling Mo Xie, using the skill Fleeting Light, evaded each attack. This infuriated him, and he roared at Ling Mo Xie.
Inside, Ling Mo Xie sneered; he wasn't foolish enough to stand there and let himself be hit. It was clear that this guy relied on brute strength; facing him head-on would be foolish.
Without speaking further, Ling Mo Xie increased his speed slightly and unleashed several sword techniques from his Longsword. A series of Sword Light struck the Mighty Bull, who let out a painful cry as blood splattered and flesh tore.
However, Ling Mo Xie frowned; these attacks did not achieve the desired effect. It seemed that besides his raw power, the Mighty Bull also had a strong physique. Since he couldn't land a hit on him and was getting angrier by the moment, when Ling Mo Xie unleashed those skills, the Mighty Bull had almost lost his mind and didn't bother to defend himself against them.
Without defense, he could only inflict this much damage. If he defended further, the damage would likely be even lower.
At this moment, Ling Mo Xie was somewhat surprised to find that Mighty Bull's speed had slowed down. With blood-red eyes and panting heavily, he noticed that, unknowingly, Mighty Bull's Health Points had decreased significantly.
What was going on? His skills hadn't caused this much damage to Mighty Bull, had they?
Ling Mo Xie was puzzled but then suddenly realized that it was Gou Snake Venom! This Gou Snake Venom only reduced his own Health Points, but for others, it would inevitably have some other negative effects; after all, it was poison, not just any kind of damage.
Seeing the scene of the two fighting, the Young Master furrowed his brows, an unhappy expression on his face. He glared at Mighty Bull and angrily shouted at him while still chasing Ling Mo Xie: "Enough! How long are you going to embarrass me? Step back!"
Hearing the Young Master's voice, Mighty Bull immediately stopped, lowering his head and wanting to explain something, but he was met with a glare from the Young Master. Like a child who had done something wrong, he lowered his head and walked behind the Young Master.
Only then did the Young Master turn to Ling Mo Xie, his face dark and cold. He said, "I didn't expect you to have some skill, but since you refuse to hand over that child, you won't be leaving here today!"
Several attendants from Listening to the Wind Pavilion became anxious upon hearing his words. They knew very well what the Young Master meant. If such a thing happened, their lives would surely be in danger. If something happened at Listening to the Wind Pavilion, the Shopkeeper wouldn't let them off. But with the Shopkeeper not present now, they were no match for the Young Master.
"Young Master Long, don't forget where this is!" one of the attendants from Listening to the Wind Pavilion said coldly to the Young Master.
"Haha!" The Young Master laughed loudly and disdainfully glanced at the attendants: "What are you? How dare you teach me a lesson? Listening to the Wind Pavilion... Hmph! Just a dog raised by the Taoist Sect. Do you really think you can show off in front of your master?"
The Long Family held a high position within the Taoist Sect, but he seemed to forget that he was just a Young Master from a family that couldn't even find the Main Gate of the Taoist Sect.
After speaking, the Dragon Young Master waved his hand and said, "This young master is tired today and won't play with you any longer. Sword Cloud, quickly deal with these two ungrateful people; we should head back."
As soon as the Young Master's words fell, a figure stepped out from beside him. The person was cloaked in a black Robe and stood out like a sharp sword named Separation, exuding an intimidating presence.
Ling Mo Xie looked at the person, his eyes narrowing. This person, Big White, was dressed entirely in black, which should have made him easy to spot, especially standing next to Young Master. Yet, before he stepped out, he had barely noticed him, as if this person didn't exist at all.
Moreover, even before that person made a move, Ling Mo Xie felt a sense of discomfort in his heart, as if a deadly danger was approaching him.
What was going on? What level of cultivation did that person have?
Young Master clearly noticed the fleeting unease on Ling Mo Xie's face and smugly said, "This is my capable subordinate, Sword Cloud, at the Tribulation Period level! Haha, are you scared? Don't worry, his sword is very fast!"
Damn it, what kind of game is this? With Tribulation Period cultivation, I don't have another Return Token. I can't escape even if I wanted to. And looking at Sword Cloud, he wouldn't let me run away like those two fools, Master of Shenwu Sect and Cang Qian!
A suffocating feeling washed over him. Ling Mo Xie suddenly looked up as if waking from a dream; an inconspicuous Sword Light was rushing towards him.
That Sword Light seemed to be emitted by someone who had just started learning swordsmanship—dim and small—but Ling Mo Xie could feel the immense power contained within it. It felt as if there was no way to dodge; no matter how he tried to evade it, he would still be hit.
Meanwhile, a similar Sword Light was also heading towards Hong Chi. Sword Cloud unleashed these two Sword Lights simultaneously without any apparent effort. It seemed that he was definitely not ordinary among those at the Tribulation Period.
Ling Mo Xie watched helplessly as the Sword Light approached, with no skill available to counter it. Even the best he had, the Not Bad Stunning Sword, couldn't compare to a Tribulation Period attack. The same went for Hong Chi. He could sense that even if he turned into fire particles in the world, he would still be severely injured by that sword!
"Clang!" Just then, the two Sword Lights suddenly seemed to collide with something and emitted a crisp sound before shattering in mid-air.
At the same time, a voice came through: "In Wen Dao City, how dare anyone cause trouble at Listening to the Wind Pavilion! Zhao Wen, how are you managing Listening to the Wind Pavilion!?"
This voice... Ling Mo Xie frowned. It sounded somewhat familiar, but he couldn't recall knowing anyone so Not Bad.
"Sorry, I will definitely educate my subordinates properly. While I'm away, how can any random cat or dog come into Listening to the Wind Pavilion!?" another voice responded, revealing dissatisfaction with the attendants of Listening to the Wind Pavilion.
The Dragon Young Master listened to the two people who completely disregarded him, his expression darkening as he said, "Where did you two come from? I see you are..."
Upon hearing their words, Sword Cloud frowned initially, but after listening to his young master's words, he quickly leaned in and whispered a few sentences in his ear. The Dragon Young Master immediately lowered his voice.
With a wave of energy, two figures appeared before everyone. Ling Mo Xie looked at the familiar silhouette in front of him and suddenly realized something.
Several attendants from Listening to the Wind Pavilion rushed over to the Lean Elder among the two and whispered a few words in his ear.
Upon hearing this, the elder's face turned ashen, and he glared at the Dragon Young Master, speaking coldly, "Are you saying that my Listening to the Wind Pavilion is just a dog for the Taoist Sect?"
At this moment, seeing the Listening Wind Tower Manager, the Dragon Young Master began to retreat slightly. He opened his mouth, swallowed hard, and said, "I was just speaking without thinking..."
"Hmph! If my Listening to the Wind Pavilion is a dog raised by the Taoist Sect, then what are you from the Long Family? How dare you claim to be the master? It's truly laughable!" The elder did not listen to the Dragon Young Master's explanation and merely scoffed.
Feeling uncomfortable with the arrival of the Listening Wind Tower Manager, the Dragon Young Master didn't want to stay there any longer but also didn't want to let Hong Chi and Ling Mo Xie off easily.
Thus, he said to the Listening Wind Tower Manager, "These two have offended me; your Listening to the Wind Pavilion cannot shelter them. Let me take them away!"
Hearing his words, before the Listening Wind Tower Manager could respond, a young man who had entered with him spoke up, "Is that so? You have offended me too; come with me!"
The Listening Wind Tower Manager looked at the young man with some confusion but still showed a hint of glee as he glanced at the Dragon Young Master.
The Dragon Young Master seemed not to recognize the young man and was not afraid of him. Instead, he shouted back, "Who do you think you are? When did this young master offend you?"
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