Central Capital, Morning Awakening Teahouse.
"Nezha saw Ao Guang waiting there and flew into a rage. He strode forward, raised the Universe Ring in his hand, and struck Ao Guang in the back, knocking him down like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. Nezha caught up and planted one foot on his back. Who knows whether Ao Guang survived..."
The storyteller slapped his Awakening Wood and boomed, his voice like a bell—
"Let's hear how it unfolds next time."
"Don't!" a spirited young man hurriedly shouted. He had just gotten into the story. How could the storyteller stop right there?
Nezha might indeed have been a little hellion, but could beating up an Azure Dragon be called a big deal?
They had still underestimated the Shame of the Literati.
He had thought that since the man had been diligently adding chapters these past two days, with Sacred Text Stele after Sacred Text Stele appearing, he would finally get to listen to the story to his heart's content.
Who would have thought he had overlooked this man's cliffhangers?
How hateful!
He didn't even know where the Shame of the Literati was now. There wasn't even a place to send him a blade!
"Thanks for the invitation. I'm outside the realm and have just escaped with my life."
Chen Luo forcibly swallowed the blood that had risen to his throat. He circulated his qi and blood, slightly easing his internal injuries.
Feeling the Danger Mirror in his Sea of Divine Soul stop pulsing, and the faint alertness throughout his body quietly relax, Chen Luo finally let out a long breath.
That had been rash.
That was right. He knew that after he had plundered the Wei, Han, and Yan Families, the remaining families would certainly guard themselves to the death.