The Price of Provocation!

Just then.

A voice rang out.

"Move, move! Get out of my way! I'm going to the Purple Firmament Palace."

"A bunch of cowards! Isn't it just a Chaos storm? Not one of you dares to brave it."

The man was outrageously arrogant. He shoved Nuwa aside, then stepped forward to push Wang Shi away as well.

But before his hand could land on Wang Shi's shoulder.

Wang Shi hurled him away, embedding him straight into the ground.

"Pah! You cur! You think you can lay your hands on just anyone? Is Fairy Nuwa someone you can touch as you please?"

After saying that, he stomped hard on the man twice, driving him even deeper into the ground.

This was the edge of Chaos. The rocks here were extraordinarily hard; otherwise, how could they withstand the battering of Chaos?

Everyone looked over in astonishment. The demon who had provoked them was now breathing out far more than he breathed in, clearly on the verge of death.

"What incredible strength! He took down Tiger Shark, the mighty demon of the Northern Darkness Sea, in a single blow."

"This man is powerful. Don't provoke him. His strength is no less than that of a Daluo Golden Immortal."

"Tiger Shark has always been outrageously arrogant. Just because he ran rampant in the sea without an equal, he thought he could do the same on land. Well, now he's run into someone he can't handle!"

At that moment, Wang Shi pulled over an immortal standing nearby.

"Isn't everyone waiting for the Purple Firmament Palace to open? Why are they saying it's because they can't get through the Chaos storm?"

Those nearby trembled all over.

"Spare me, great immortal!"

"I don't know the details either, but I heard them say that the Purple Firmament Palace lies within Chaos. To reach it, you have to cross this Chaos storm. Many Great Luo experts have already perished here, so everyone is being extremely cautious."

Wang Shi nodded thoughtfully. So that was how it was.

He looked up and saw many renowned experts of the Primordial World among the crowd: Demon Emperor Dijun, Taiyi, Hong Yun, Zhen Yuanzi, Ancestor Minghe, and Daoist Kunpeng.

Every last one of them was waiting.

Just then, a commotion broke out in the crowd.

Then Wang Shi heard wailing rise up ahead.

"My poor brother Tiger Shark! To think you died here! Rest assured, I'll avenge you."

"We, the Ten Guests of the Northern Darkness, will never let anyone bully people from our Northern Darkness Sea like this."

"I'd like to see who was shameless enough to deal you such a vicious blow."

Before they knew it.

Wang Shi and his two companions had been surrounded, and the situation looked perilous.

Wang Shi watched it all with an indifferent expression.

The surrounding crowd buzzed with discussion.

"Those fellows from the Northern Darkness Sea are shameless. They've claimed kinship with at least a hundred people here already. They pop up everywhere."

"These three are out of luck now. Those fellows love throwing their weight around. The worst part is that no one can beat them."

"Ten Daluo Golden Immortals! Even if they're only at the early stage, they can utterly crush Grand Unity Golden Immortals."

At that moment, one of the ten experts stepped forward, a man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks.

"You're the one who killed my brother Tiger Shark. You owe me an explanation today, or this day next year will be the anniversary of your death."

The man carried himself with overwhelming aggression, his face full of menace.

Wang Shi gave him a puzzled look.

"You mean this Tiger Shark? Weren't you the one who killed him?"

The expert glanced at Wang Shi in surprise. He had been so discreet, yet Wang Shi had actually noticed.

But so what if he had? He was only looking for an excuse anyway.

"Hmph. It seems you refuse to see reason."

"Everyone here can testify for us. You were the one who killed him."

"Today, you either compensate us or die here."

They followed certain principles when choosing their targets. They never provoked genuinely powerful experts.

People like this, Perfected Grand Unity Golden Immortals who had yet to reach Great Luo, were their favorites.

All it took was a little intimidation, and their targets would swallow the insult to keep the peace.

After all, there was practically no chance of winning against ten opponents, especially when those opponents were a whole realm higher.

Wang Shi gave him a contemptuous glance.

"You've come to shake me down? Even if I did kill him, so what? You ten little shrimps actually think you can take me on? You're courting death."

Before his opponent could make a move, Wang Shi's fist was already before his eyes.

Terrifying power erupted in an instant.

A moment later, the monkey-faced man had become a picture flattened against the ground, looking rather comical.

Beside him, his nine brothers lay neatly lined up, not a single one missing.

Everyone stared, dumbstruck. Dignified Daluo Golden Immortals had been defeated in an instant, without the slightest chance to resist.

Just who was this expert before them? Not only could he fight above his realm, but he possessed such terrifying strength.

Wang Shi regarded them with utter disdain.

These fellows were not even worth using his magical treasures on.

He looked down at them from above.

"Now, tell me how you want to die!"

Killing intent filled his eyes, making him look extraordinarily dangerous.

"Aren't you supposed to be the Ten Guests of the Northern Darkness? You don't seem like much. With skills like these, you actually dare to provoke others?"

When they remained silent, Wang Shi prepared to strike. There was little point in keeping these people alive.

Just then, a voice came from behind him.

"Young brother, would you do me the courtesy of sparing their lives?"

Wang Shi turned and saw a man of graceful bearing and imposing presence. One glance was enough to tell that he was no ordinary figure.

"And who are you?"

The man smiled faintly.

"I am the Swallowing-Heaven Young Master, lord of the Northern Darkness Sea and younger brother of Daoist Kunpeng."

"My elder brother, Daoist Kunpeng, is an expert at the perfected Daluo Golden Immortal realm. He isn't far from breaking through to Quasi-Saint."

Wang Shi chuckled.

"How interesting. You can't beat me with strength, so now you're trying to compete with me over backing."

"Heh. I won't do you that courtesy."

With a light tap of his finger, Wang Shi drew the soul straight out of one of the Daluo Golden Immortals.

It was a devastating display.

If Nuwa had not been right in front of him, making him reluctant to appear too brutal, he would have killed every last one of them with a stomp apiece.

The Swallowing-Heaven Young Master's face turned livid. This was the first time someone had rejected him so decisively, slapping him in the face with such blatant disrespect.

Seeing Wang Shi about to strike a second Daluo Golden Immortal.

He could no longer hold back.

"Stop, you fiend!"

Divine light flashed above his head, and the phantom of a giant whale appeared.

Whale Siphons Water.

A terrifying suction force surged toward Wang Shi in an instant.

A trace of killing intent flashed through Wang Shi's eyes.

He abruptly vanished, moving at an incredible speed.

When he reappeared, a sharp smack rang out.

The Swallowing-Heaven Young Master stood frozen on the spot.

He clutched his red, swollen cheek, his face filled with humiliation and fury.

"You... you..."

When had he, the dignified Swallowing-Heaven Young Master, ever suffered such humiliation?

Before he could react, another heavy slap landed on his face.

His other cheek instantly swelled as well.

Only then did Wang Shi nod in satisfaction.

"That's better. Much more symmetrical. Not bad, not bad. From now on, don't call yourself the Swallowing-Heaven Young Master. Call yourself the Big-Faced Young Master."