Angel Domain? Have a taste of high-pressure pickled cabbage oil
The palace was eerily quiet; you could hear a sewing needle fall right there.
Ling Yun had his hands in his coarse cloth trouser pockets, and he was rolling a half-eaten wooden toothpick back and forth under the sole of his shoe.
The moment he uttered the words "I'll make you pay with your body," Qian Renxue, standing in front of the dragon bed, blushed, then turned pale, then pale again, and finally became as black as a cast iron anvil in the village blacksmith's shop.
"Ling Yun... you've gone too far!"
Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, her eyes red as if about to bleed. She had endured humiliation and feigned illness in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, finally managing to hold onto the vast empire until the old emperor was on his last breath. Just when she thought she was about to grasp the reins of this mighty empire, these mutton- and garlic-smelling peasants barged in, demanding her 80,000 Gold Soul Coin as payment!
This was a grand scheme to seize the throne, yet these scoundrels treated it like country bumpkins blocking the door to collect gambling debts!
Stop talking nonsense with me.
Ling Yun tilted his head and spat on the gold brick floor. "Pay up, or risk your life. Choose one, and be quick about it, my mutton hotpot is still simmering outside."
"Insolence! You little bastard, you're asking for death!!"
Before Qian Renxue could utter a sound, She Long, the Snake Lance Douluo She Long been holding back his anger for a long time, suddenly stepped forward. The moment he saw Ling Yun's nonchalant face, a throbbing pain shot through the back of his head. With a whoosh, his eighteen-foot spear tumbled out three spear flowers, and the aura of a level ninety-two Titled Douluo shattered all the curtains in the hall. Nine Soul Ring dazzled everyone in mid-air.
"She Long, go back."
A few chilling words were squeezed out from between Qian Renxue's lips.
She slowly raised her head, and the face of that man, who usually looked gentle and kind, shattered into countless sparks with a crack.
Boom--!
Large bursts of dazzling golden light exploded from Qian Renxue's body! The thick armor she wore was burned away by the golden flames, revealing a snow-white long dress. From the back of her spine, two, four, and a whole six large white feather wings with a whoosh stretched out, scattering golden specks everywhere!
Six-Winged Angel! The Spirit Hall's most prized Worship Hall and legendary figure!
"Ling Yun, do you really think I'm still some spineless coward outside the city, someone you can bully and manipulate at will?!"
Qian Renxue's golden hair was whipped into the air by the shockwave, and her eyes shone with a frightening brightness. She pushed outwards with both hands, and a layer of golden, shimmering light enveloped most of the hall.
"Angel Domain! Once you enter my circle, no matter how strong you are, you'll be reduced to ashes by divine light! You bunch of lowly bandits, all of you, kneel down and kowtow to me!!"
Vast swaths of golden light pressed down heavily.
Dai Mubai and Tai Long, who were standing behind, felt as if two Shi Mo were pressing down on them. Their calves felt heavy, and the strength in their bones was leaking out.
But Ling Yun, standing at the head of the group, didn't even raise an eyebrow.
He glanced at Qian Renxue, who was flapping her six wings in mid-air with an air of superiority, and grinned, letting out a laugh.
"Angel Domain? Shining white light on people?"
Ling Yun pulled his hands out of his pockets and waved to the person behind him. "Fatty, bring up that pot of leftover soup from the restaurant!"
Ma Hongjun grinned and deftly handed over the small copper pot that was steaming hot, covered with a thick layer of red oil and minced garlic.
Ling Yun took the large cast iron strainer and scooped a full spoonful of scalding hot, blackened, insanely spicy mutton fat broth from the bottom of the pot.
"What I hate most in my life is people standing shirtless on the roof with big candles in the middle of the night."
Ling Yun felt a slight warmth on the deep blue bone between his eyebrows, and his spiritual energy below his navel, mixed with water magic, twisted violently, forcibly shrinking the spoonful of boiling oil into a thin line!
"Big Water Arrow, here we come!"
Call out--!
There was no divine light, only a dark red-black line of water, emitting a pungent garlic and mutton smell, pierced through the golden light barrier with a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for Qian Renxue's tender face!
Qian Renxue was just putting on an air of otherworldly grace, preparing to close the net, when suddenly a pungent, nauseating smell of rotten mutton fat and chili hit her in the face, scaring her out of her wits!
"You bastard!!"
Qian Renxue screamed, and the white wings on her back flapped forward with all her might.
The waterline exploded on the tip of her wing on the spot!
Sizzle--!
Scalding hot mutton fat mixed with minced garlic was poured over her pale wings and gold collar. The insanely spicy dried chili oil seeped down her neck and into her flesh, instantly scalding Qian Renxue's tender white skin until it was red and swollen.
The divine aura in the palace was completely dispelled, and the whole room was filled with the sour, spicy, and greasy smell of a fly-infested restaurant.
Qian Renxue screamed in pain, kicking her legs wildly in mid-air and frantically flapping the oily bumps on her wings, tears welling in her Baby-Doll Eyes: "Ling Yun!! I'm going to chop you up and feed you to the dogs!!"
Oops, my hand slipped.
Ling Yun tapped the pot with a large iron ladle. "Boss, your feathers aren't very effective at blocking oil. Go wear a fur coat before you show off tomorrow."
"Young Master, get out of the way! I'll tear this bastard to pieces!!"
The Porcupinefish Douluo, Ci Xue was as fat as a water vat, bristled. His joints cracked, his belly swelled up to two zhang tall like an inflated pig bladder, his whole body turned blackish-purple, and he opened his mouth and Spit Up a large amount of foul-smelling, poisonous black water!
"Playing with poison? You old worm, people are kicking your name away." Ling Yun didn't even turn his head.
Dugu Bo sneered from behind, and with a push of his two old hands, large swaths of emerald green poisonous mist rolled back as if slapping his hand!
The two streams of poisonous water collided.
Just as Ci Xue was about to sneer, Ling Yun casually grabbed a handful of fragments of the Earth-Core Yin Lotus he had brought back from Sea God Island and flung them over with the help of the wind. The cold poison retaliated through the air hole, Ci Xue's belly, which was already swollen like a ball, suddenly swelled up even more!
"Aww--!!"
Ci Xue clutched his round belly with both hands, rolling around on the ground in pain. With a long "plop," a yellowish stench Spit Up out from under his buttocks. He was like a deflated sack of flesh, shriveled into a lump of rotten meat, his eyes rolled back and he lay motionless.
The Snake Lance Douluo She Long's hand, gripping the spear, trembled like a sieve. His feet shuffled along the gold-brick floor as he involuntarily moved towards the back entrance of the main hall.
The gods were fighting, and someone threw in a spoonful of mutton fat and a fart to ruin it.
Right at that moment.
"Cough... cough cough!!"
On the dragon bed, the dying old emperor Xue Ye was abruptly awakened by the pungent smell of chili and garlic filling the room! His withered chest heaved violently as he suddenly Spit Up a mouthful of black, sticky blood, his two cloudy old eyes staring intently at Qian Renxue, who was still covered in mutton fat in mid-air.
"You unfilial... unfilial son... you ungrateful wretch..."
Xue Ye was so angry that he was panting heavily, and his withered fingers trembled as he raised them.
Qian Renxue stood on the ground, her wings drooping, her body covered in patches of red oil, her face deathly pale. She felt a chill in her heart, knowing that all her twenty years of lurking had been shattered by this spoonful of mutton soup.
Step, step, step.
Footsteps sounded at a leisurely pace.
Ling Yun strolled over to the dragon bed, pulled out Big Sausage that Oscar had rubbed into his pocket, and shoved it into Xue Ye's mouth. "Alright, old man, stop panting, chew this thing."
Xue Ye choked on the sausage, his eyes rolling back in his head. He subconsciously took two bites and swallowed it. A surge of heat rushed to his head, and the deadly poison in his body was almost completely dissolved by the Big Sausage. His face flushed.
Ling Yun patted the sausage oil off his hands and looked down at the old emperor, who had recovered his breath:
"Old man, there are rules to business. I'll guarantee you won't die tonight, and I'll even help you quell the rebellion."
Ling Yun pointed to the large golden gate outside that he had smashed to pieces:
"Eighty thousand in debt, plus tonight's settlement fee, rounded up to two hundred thousand Gold Soul Coin. If you can pay it, I'll leave it to you as a talisman; if not, I'll take my brothers back to the tavern right now for more drinks, and let these winged bastards chop you into mincemeat."
Xue Ye, who lived to be over sixty, had never seen such a fierce creditor.
But he glanced at the Titled Douluo lying on the ground feigning death, then at the disheveled Qian Renxue, without even stumbling. The old emperor shakily lifted his pillow, pulled out the heavy gold plaque engraved with a five-clawed golden dragon, and slammed it into Ling Yun's hand, his voice hoarse like sandpaper grinding iron:
"Here you go! Pick any gold bars or treasures you like from the national treasury!!"
Xue Ye clutched his chest, glaring fiercely at Qian Renxue, and roared with heart-wrenching pain:
"Beat them!! Give these Spirit Hall scum a good beating!"