The Savior Brings Good News, but She's in Line Too

The wooden sign went up.

The whole place fell silent for a moment.

Then it exploded.

"Punching Bag Service?"

"The punching bag is the Nine Tribulations Dao Venerable?"

"Did I hear that right? Ten billion Origin for one punch against the Seventh Step?"

"Expensive my ass! That's the Ancient Illuminating Realm! Normally, even cursing him behind his back could get you slapped to death through a Causal Thread!"

"I've lived eighty million years, and this is the first time I've seen a business like this."

Quite a few old monsters' eyes turned red.

The Seventh Step, the Ancient Illuminating Realm.

Normally, when they saw someone like that, they could not lower their heads fast enough.

Now, for ten billion, they could throw one punch.

This was not spending money.

This was buying bragging rights for the rest of their lives.

Nine Tribulations Dao Venerable stared at the wooden sign and nearly lost his mind from rage.

His eyes turned bloodshot, and even his voice changed pitch.

"Yang Yu!"

"You've gone too far!"

"You can kill me if you want, but you can't humiliate me like this!"

Yang Yu glanced at him.

"So you want to die?"

Nine Tribulations Dao Venerable choked on the spot.

Of course he did not want to die.

He had cultivated to the Seventh Step and endured through who knew how many Eras. Who would be willing to die?

But if he did not die, he would have to hang here.

He would have to let a bunch of ants he normally could not even be bothered to look at gather around and stare at him.

That felt worse than being cut by blades.

He gritted his teeth and swept his gaze across the crowd.

"Who dares!"

"I'll remember every one of your auras!"

"Whoever touches