"Are you fellow Daoists from the Golden Goblet Tower?"
In front of the Golden Goblet Tower, Mo Qingzhu, dressed in an indigo long gown with Yin Tally silk wrapped around his right eye, looked in puzzlement at the three cultivators before him.
Compared with those three powerfully built cultivators.
The slender Mo Qingzhu looked like a young man.
Just then, one of the three stepped forward-a man nine feet tall, carrying an eight-sided hammer on his back, with body hair like steel needles-and glared impatiently at Mo Qingzhu.
"You brat, why are you so pigheaded? How many times have I told you? Before you came, the stall in front of the Golden Goblet Tower belonged to my junior brother all along! Do you understand the rules of this Ruin Market?"
Before Mo Qingzhu could speak, another burly man, nine feet tall with Mechanism Armguards encasing both arms, stepped forward.
He patted the hairy man on the shoulder and said:
"Senior Brother Wan Jun, stop wasting words on this brat."
As he spoke, he raised a hand to point at Mo Qingzhu, his gaze vicious.
"Brat, your granddaddy's patience has its limits! Are you getting lost or not?"
Mo Qingzhu frowned.
"Since you three aren't from the Golden Goblet Tower, you have no authority to drive me away."
At these words, the shortest of the three burly men stepped forward.
"Senior Brother Wan Jun! Senior Brother Tie He! Since he insists on being pigheaded, there's nothing more to say! Same as always: I'll deal with him, and you two smooth things over with the Ruin Market!"
Hearing this, the burly men named Wan Jun and Tie He both sneered, then took a step back.
Then the shortest burly man, without another word, raised an axe in his hand and chopped straight