Brawl

Just as expected, although Huiming was at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, a full realm above everyone in the Three Xuan Sect, under the combined assault of Zhang Xiaojin, Han Gao, Han Qianli, and Fang Buai, he had little chance to display any real strength.

Fang Buai in particular had only exchanged two moves at the start. After that, unable to reach them, he could only glare helplessly from below, burning with frustration at being unable to fight a higher-realm Foundation Establishment cultivator across realms.

But unable to reach was unable to reach. After several leaps upward, this single staff strike sent that loafer sprawling to the ground. The group crowding around him all stopped in their tracks, seeing that half the beaten loafer's shoulder could no longer move as he lay on the ground howling miserably. They thought, No one hits this viciously. This is going for someone's life or serious injury—what if they end up in court?

Men died for wealth, birds perished for food. Everyone knew the clerks and runners in the yamen were greedy for money, but no one had expected them to be greedy to such an extent.

Several black shadows slowed at the shout. One chūnin glanced over and thought, Damn, isn't this mess because you didn't clean up properly yourself? Isn't it good enough that we helped stomp the dust down?

Aside from Jiangnan Dao, Zhan Cult believers had long since spread throughout every corner of the Great Tang. At this time, from high-ranking officials and nobles down to common folk, there were Zhan Cult believers everywhere.

Only then did A Shui understand the true meaning of Lu Tianchong's name: Tianchong—sure enough, he had been born hot-tempered.

With a leap, the black cat sprang out of the cage. It stretched lazily with all