In the alley, Daoist Chu, disguised as a wandering beggar, still did not believe they had recognized him, so he kept up the act.
Tang Feng slapped him hard enough to spin him halfway around. Feigning shock and anger, he cried, "You... why are you hitting me?!"
"What a coincidence. I have a little question of my own." Dragon Head eyed him coldly, stepped forward, and slowly raised a delicate hand. "Guess whether the person who just hit you is a man or a woman. And am I a woman or a man?"
Hearing that question, Dao Lord glanced at the two neither-man-nor-woman specimens and immediately felt his brain overheat.
At those words, Ren Ye, Apu, Ai Fei, and Ning Bo all closed in as well.
Dao Lord hunched his neck and cast shifty glances around. He understood now: they were not here to ask questions. They were here to surround him and kick him.
"Well, well!"
He dropped the act, raised a hand to summon the White Jade Staff, and pressed himself against the wall. "Damn you, boundless Heavenly Venerable of blessings! You lot are vicious. You recognized me and still dared to toy with me? Do you really think I'm easy prey?
"Heh, even if all six of you attack me, I could probably take two of you down with me if I fought to the death."
Boom!
As his words fell, divine light enveloped him and his aura surged. In an instant, he regained his true appearance.
Dao Lord's true face looked about thirty-five, with a fair, lustrous complexion, a full forehead, and ears that hung to his shoulders-the features of someone richly blessed.
He wore the Daoist Crown and Hair Bun on his head and the Yellow Dragon Daoist Robe on his enormously fat body. His