Rumble...
Crack... Splat...
Aah...
At this moment, Zhang Wuji and everyone around him had yet to react.
They only saw Zhang Jiuzhu pull Zhang Wuji aside and throw a backhanded punch.
Immediately afterward, an old man in strange clothing stretched out his right hand and struck Zhang Jiuzhu with his palm.
But then, a shocking sight unfolded.
The old man's right hand turned charred black the instant it touched Zhang Jiuzhu's fist.
Then it was broken outright, accompanied by a cracking sound.
The old man was sent flying with a single blow, spraying out a mouthful of blood in midair.
Zhang Wuji's eyes widened at the sight, his face full of shock.
"Big Brother, you... you hit someone?"
Zhang Jiuzhu rubbed Zhang Wuji's little head and said,
"What nonsense are you talking about? This old fellow made a move against us, but I didn't expect him to have some skill!
"I only used thirty percent of my strength in that punch, though I used the Seven Wound Fire Element Fist. Yet I only seriously injured him.
"This old fellow has some ability. He's much stronger than Old Man.
"I just don't know where he came from, daring to attack us."
After saying that, Zhang Jiuzhu took out a small piece of Silver Fragment and tossed it to the candied hawthorn vendor.
"I'll take all your candied hawthorns. Keep the rest as payment for your equipment."
With that, Zhang Jiuzhu ignored the stunned vendor and casually took all the candied hawthorns.
He then handed them to Zhang Wuji and said,
"Take them. Eat however many you want. Come on, let's go take a look at that old fellow.
"I want to see exactly who he is, daring to make a move against us!"
With that, Zhang Jiuzhu pulled Zhang Wuji over.