As Old Ape Tavern's chief little demon bouncer, Zhu Dali had once followed Yuan Laoxi from one end of the street to the other, hacking his way through. He was a truly formidable fighter.
It was only because Yuan Laoxi's strength had waned, and his power along with it, that Zhu Dali had few chances to fight. He could only fatten himself up in this tavern.
Chai Asi's sword strike just now had truly startled him!
Too fast, too ruthless—it had been aimed squarely at taking a life.
Was this still that Chai Asi?
The Chai Asi who had not dared fight back even after a drunkard slapped him several times?
At this moment, Chai Asi was following step by step behind him, that broken sword still pressed against his lower back! Zhu Dali did not dare turn around. He kept both hands raised and led the way ahead. "Brother Chai, is there some misunderstanding between us? How about I buy you a drink? Whatever it is, we can sit down and talk it over slowly. You're still young, with a bright future ahead of you. Don't lightly provoke the laws of Cloud-Brushing City!"
At the moment, Chai Asi's dog brain was filled entirely with that fleeting glimpse he had caught... Yuan Xiaoqing's deep cleavage and full crimson lips.
He had not heard a word Zhu Dali was saying.
And that silence undoubtedly made the iron-bar sword all the more intimidating.
Zhu Dali tensed every bit of his fat and walked forward in a posture meant to avoid provoking any misunderstanding.
Within the mirror world, the ancient god surnamed Jiang held the Six Desires Bodhisattva in one hand and grasped the Divergent Path in the other, studying the surroundings with utter concentration and doing his utmost to help Chai Asi