Nangong Mansion, the residence of Celestials.
Naturally, it had been built with exceptional splendor and imposing grandeur. The gate alone stood ninety feet tall, wide enough for nine Dragon Elephants to pass through side by side.
Bang! Bang!
Chan Chu charged forward and launched into a wild beating, knocking every guard watching over Nangong Mansion flat onto the ground.
"Who goes there? This is Nangong Mansion... Ah..." An old man at the seventh layer of the Earth Venerable Realm had just rushed out, but before he could even rebuke them, Chan Chu slapped him to the ground, breaking his spine.
Monk Tan Qian sighed without pause and prattled on, "Amitabha! Do not slaughter the innocent."
Situ Jing said, "The servants and guards of Nangong Mansion are no good people. With the Demon Fang Hall backing them, they murder people, seize women, and plunder treasures in broad daylight. Such things happen nearly every day. They do not even spare the elderly or children. Most victims only dare swallow their anger and endure humiliation. If they dare resist, it is even worse—the men are all killed, while the women are sold into slavery. I used to find it intolerable too, but I pretended not to see it because I did not want to stir up trouble. Yet the three years of humiliation I suffered taught me that sometimes, one should fight without fear. If you do not fight, they will only become more excessive in bullying you."
Ning Xiaochuan did not know much about what Nangong Mansion had done, nor could he be bothered with whether it was good or evil. He only wanted to help Zi Hanyan rescue her father. If he could kill Young Master Wuyue and eliminate future trouble, that would be even better.
Boom!
Chan Chu's fist swelled