God-Punishing Execution Tribulation Punishes Disrespect, Flamboyant Old Daoist Lives Up to His Flamboyant Name

The blacksmith shop's rear courtyard.

Dim light streamed through holes in the shop's roof.

The iron collar around Kui Leihan's neck, crudely welded and broken who knew how many times, glimmered faintly.

Nine talismans still hung from the collar.

Each bore the character "Seal."

Whenever Kui Leihan moved, the nine Martial-Sealing Talismans lit up with corresponding faint glows.

Yet the talismans' power seemed merely decorative. Apart from emitting warning light in the darkness, they stopped nothing.

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

The giant in the rear courtyard muttered soundlessly.

Empty wine barrels lay scattered all around him.

By now, Kui Leihan had shifted from half-reclining to sitting with one knee raised. Lightning flickered in his eyes as though he were pondering something.

The blacksmith shop was not small, and neither was its rear courtyard, but Kui Leihan was simply far too enormous!

He was like an ancient tree stump that had grown for tens of thousands of years. Planted in the courtyard like this, even ten people could not encircle him with their arms.

One of his arms was as long as an ordinary person was tall, and even thicker than that.

Yet this very giant had not been stirred by the windborne gossip of that junior outside the door. When the semi-saint-level White Calamity Yama Lord had stepped down upon him, he had sent it flying with a flick of his finger.

"Speak plainly, brat. What do you mean?"

As the blacksmith shop buzzed and trembled, Kui Leihan's deep voice rolled out.

"You said Ba Zunan regarded that flamboyant old daoist as a pile of dog shit. I accept that; it was something he would say."

"But it sounded like there was more to it?"

After a pause, the sound of "glug, glug, glug" drinking came from within. Even through the crack