Although he had acted arrogantly before the ministers, he did not feel nearly as relaxed as he appeared. His mood had already sunk to rock bottom.
The fading light of the setting sun fell across his face, revealing his dull eyes as he walked toward his home with a dark expression.
At the end of a street corner, Dao Lord Taichu was blocked by six burly men wielding large machetes. They stared hungrily at the exceedingly weak young man.
"This road was built by me, this tree was planted by me. If you want to pass through here, leave behind your toll!"
The bandit leader shouted wildly at Dao Lord Taichu.
Seeing Dao Lord Taichu standing there blankly without reacting, he grew even more furious and yelled:
"You fucking looking down on me? Then I'll show you what I can do!"
With that, several burly men raised their machetes and charged furiously at Dao Lord Taichu.
He kept his cold gaze fixed on the direction of his front door. Facing the burly men rushing at him with raised machetes, he casually caught a blade between two fingers, flicked his wrist, and sent it flying dozens of meters away.
He shut his eyes and extended his right hand. His dry, pale lips moved slightly, and the Slaughter Divine Spear—a gleaming blade with a crimson ribbon fluttering from its spearhead—appeared as though embedded tightly in Dao Lord Taichu's palm.
The sight left the bandits dumbfounded, and none of them dared take another step forward.
Holding the Slaughter Divine Spear, Dao Lord Taichu stood straight before them.
His eyes brimmed with killing intent as he stared at them. From his bloodless lips came a hoarse, furious shout:
"Get the hell out of my way."
Just as the bandits were beginning to waver, Big