"Your methods are truly vicious!"
When Daozheng arrived in front of Wang Hao, his face was full of anger.
"Ah?"
Wang Hao, who had just finished his meal, looked completely bewildered; he had absolutely no recollection of what had just happened.
Although the burly youth's cultivation had reached the Peak Third-Rate, he was far inferior to Wang Hao. To him, the power of that punch was not much stronger than a fly's bite.
In addition, he was thinking about something else and his attention was not on this, so he didn't feel anything. Therefore, he was completely puzzled by the stern questioning Yamato in front of him.
Where did this thing come from?
Puzzled, Wang Hao asked, "What do you mean by that, Grandmaster? I don't recall ever offending you!"
"Still trying to argue!"
Seeing Wang Hao's reaction, Daozheng even angrier. He clenched his right fist and punched Wang Hao's chest hard, using the same Tiger-Subduing Fist.
However, it was far more powerful than what the burly young man Ahu, had unleashed. The force of his attack was so strong that it howled like a tiger's roar, captivating the soul.
Although Daozheng was only average in Shaomu Temple, he was still Super-First-Rate cultivator. He had also diligently practiced the Tiger-Subduing Fist and reached the pinnacle of the Transformation Realm. In the Super-First-Rate realm, he was considered a master.
Wang Hao frowned slightly at the punch, but ignored it and didn't even bother to defend himself.
Although this Yamato was quite strong, he was far inferior to him, like a mischievous child, and there was no need to pay him any attention.
Of course, this was mainly because the other person hit his chest, not his face; otherwise, he would have definitely slapped him across the face.
After all, the principle of not hitting someone in the face should still be followed.
"When!"
A powerful punch slammed into Wang Hao's chest, producing a deep, resonant sound. Wang Hao didn't move, but the Daozheng the attacker's face suddenly changed from anger to pain and a hint of shock.
He swiftly retreated, withdrawing more than three zhang away. Daozheng placed his twisted and deformed right hand behind his back, staring intently at Wang Hao in front of him, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you, and what are your intentions in coming to my Shaomu Temple?"
Is this Shaomu Temple?
Still staring with dead fish eyes, Wang Hao tried his best to imitate the Bald Great Devil King's usual silly and cute appearance.
These words left Daozheng speechless. Although this was within the territory of Shaomu Temple, it couldn't really be called Shaomu Temple. Otherwise, it would be blatant rebellion, especially in this day and age, where such a statement was inappropriate.
Daozheng then questioned again, "Although this isn't my Shaomu Temple, it's a necessary route to my Shaomu Temple. Do you dare say you didn't come here for my Shaomu Temple?"
"That's true!"
Wang Hao nodded in agreement. He couldn't deny that the target was indeed Shaomu Temple, both for himself and for this disguised form.
"You scoundrel! Take this!"
Seeing that Wang Hao actually admitted it, Daozheng's anger intensified, and he kicked him.
Although he had practiced the Tiger-Subduing Fist the longest, among all the martial arts he knew, the Shadow-Following Leg Technique was the highest level and the most powerful.
He just admitted that he underestimated his opponent, which is why he suffered a loss in silence, but this time it won't happen again!
Even if the opponent is powerful, they are no match for his Shadow-Following Leg Technique.
You must know, these are the genuine Shaomu Temple's Seventy-Two Supreme Techniques!
Unfortunately, the Daozheng now filled with horror the next.
Suddenly, a piece of dry firewood appeared in Wang Hao's hand. Empowered by pale golden Innate Qi, it danced with a phantom-like motion, completely blocking Daozheng's Shadow-Following Leg Technique technique.
Daozheng's Shadow-Following Leg Technique, though fast and ruthless, could not break through the defensive layer formed by that piece of dry wood.
Exhausted, Daozheng's burly figure collapsed to the ground in a disheveled state, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
The series of impacts had already left his legs bruised and battered, with cracks appearing in his leg bones. If the beating continued, his legs would likely be ruined.
Although his legs were in excruciating pain, Daozheng could not suppress the horror in his heart.
You should know that he has been practicing external martial arts for many years, especially his fists and feet, which are as hard as iron and stone. He can even kick a large rock to pieces, but today he couldn't even break a seemingly fragile piece of dry wood.
How could he not be horrified?
Fortunately Daozheng wasn't stupid. Knowing he was doomed, he didn't hesitate and quickly took out the signal he carried with him. He pulled the trigger, and a signal arrow shot into the sky with a sharp whistling sound, making it visible throughout the entire city.
The whistle-dropping arrow silenced the entire city for a moment, then quickly brought it to a flurry of activity. All the monks in the city dropped what they were doing and used their lightness skills to rush over.
This is a unique signal flare used by their Shaomu Temple. Once it is fired, it indicates an emergency, and all monks who see it must rush to the scene immediately.
Especially since this city is within the territory of their Shaomu Temple, and given the current sensitive period, it is even more noteworthy.
Before long, a large group of monks surrounded the entire inn, and several Grandmaster Realm experts stepped in and arrived at the kitchen, the location of the incident.
Upon seeing Daozheng lying on the ground, the middle-aged monks all became solemn, then looked at Wang Hao was still standing there with a nonchalant air.
"You dare to act so arrogantly on the territory of my Shaomu Temple? Isn't that a gross disregard for our Shaomu Temple's dignity?"
The leading monk glared at Wang Hao with a hostile expression. One of them quickly retreated with the seriously injured Daozheng, while the others surrounded Wang Hao, ready to fight at any moment.
"Is this Shaomu Temple?"
Tilting his head and with his dead fish eyes half-open, Wang Hao asked the question again.
The same result left the several powerful members of Shaomu Temple stunned; they wanted to refute but couldn't find the words.
In the past, they would have been unrestrained, but things are different now. The old masters of Buddhist Order have repeatedly warned them not to cause trouble, especially in this regard.
"Does Your Excellency have some dissatisfaction with my Shaomu Temple?"
The leading monk continued his questioning, and the others' gazes sharpened once more.
Regardless of the circumstances, this person injured someone from Shaomu Temple, and this matter must not be left unresolved today; this person must give an explanation.
"I am somewhat dissatisfied!"
Wang Hao nodded, maintaining his nonchalant demeanor, and did not deny this point.
After all, in his setting, this pseudonym is a descendant of Grandmaster Fahai, and naturally has some ancestral grudges with Shaomu Temple, which is the core of his next deception plan.
"It seems you've come to my Shaomu Temple today deliberately to cause trouble. Then don't blame this humble monk for being ruthless!"
The leading monk's expression turned cold, and he pointed his fingers like knives, unleashing a Burning Wood Saber Technique aimed at Wang Hao's shoulder.
The profound Acquired True Qi, under the operation of the technique, transformed into an extremely hot force attached to the edge of the palm, radiating a scorching high temperature that made the air appear extremely distorted.
This is the Burning Wood Saber Technique, one of the Shaomu Temple's Seventy-Two Supreme Techniques. It is an extremely Tyrannical Dao martial art. When mastered to its extreme, it can even burn a person's internal organs, turning them into a charred corpse.
Unfortunately, Wang Hao ignored this palm strike and didn't even try to block it.
The reason he used dry firewood to block that Daozheng Shadow-Following Leg Technique was because the guy was attacking with his foot, and he didn't want to be kicked by a grown man's smelly feet; that would be too undignified.
The Yamato in question is using a palm strike, attacking the shoulder area, so there's no need to worry about him.
With his current dual defenses of the Golden Bell Shield Divine Art and the Virgin Boy Divine Art, which he has copied from the mountain, plus his powerful physical body, there is absolutely no way his opponent can break through him.
Seeing that Wang Hao neither dodged nor flinched, the monk's eyes flashed with cold light, and he exerted even more force, wanting to completely cripple this arrogant fellow.
Unfortunately, despite the seemingly fierce and violent palm strike, Wang Hao's figure did not sway in the slightest, and even his clothes remained undamaged under the protection of his protective aura.
In comparison, the monk who launched the attack was in a much worse situation; his hand was twisted irregularly, and his face was filled with disbelief.
He was truly astonished. His confident strike just now felt as if he had struck a piece of Profound Iron —no, something even harder than Profound Iron.
The sharp, scorching heat of the burning wood Saber Qi shattered instantly, followed by the breakage of half of his hand bone.
This is a master, an extremely powerful master!
"Attack together! Capture this fiend as soon as possible and hand him over to the Fangzhang for disposal!"
Undeterred by his initial failure, the monk quickly called upon the others to join him in the attack.
Since one person can't take him down, let's all attack together. I don't believe he can handle so many people.
Upon hearing this, the monks all rushed forward in unison, each unleashing their unique skills to attack.
"Sigh! Looks like I can't avoid it after all! What a hassle!"
With a sigh, Wang Hao unleashed five Inazuma punches, sending the five attacking monks flying and crashing into the inn's rooms. The entire inn trembled violently, turning it into a crumbling, dilapidated structure.
"Ahem... This fiend is incredibly powerful! Quickly, go and fetch the patriarchs to Jiang Mo!"
A monk coughed up a mouthful of blood and hurriedly shouted to the monks guarding outside.
Through that recent exchange, they have come to a profound realization of the gap between themselves and Wang Hao. He is by no means a Grandmaster Realm expert; he is at least Half-step Innate Realm expert, and may even be a true Xiantian Grandmaster.
This is definitely not something they can handle!
Upon hearing this, several of the monks guarding outside immediately used their lightness skills to rush towards Shaomu Temple outside the city, while the rest hurriedly rushed into the inn and rescued the monks.
Wang Hao did not stop him. He turned around and went into the kitchen, where he saw a shivering, obese figure under the cutting board. It was the chef of the inn.
Is there anything to eat?
Wang Hao glanced at the messy kitchen and casually asked.
He hadn't enjoyed his meal much, so this was a good opportunity to make up for it. Judging from the taste, the chubby chef's cooking skills were quite good.
The portly chef, hiding under the cutting board, realized Wang Hao was asking him a question. He quickly and nervously pointed to the steamer in the center and said in a trembling voice, "There are two lambs and some steamed vegetables inside!"
Wang Hao didn't make things difficult for the guy. He carried the entire three-tiered steamer to the entrance of the inn and sat on the steps to eat.
The monks gathered outside exchanged bewildered glances, but remembering that several of their senior monks of the Fang generation had been defeated by this man, they knew that going up would only be like offering themselves up as food. So they didn't dare to step forward, and none of them even dared to utter a sound, for fear of attracting the attention of that bald, fierce man.
For a moment, the entire street was quiet, except for the sound of Wang Hao chewing.
This world possesses the unscientific existence of light-footed skills, making people incredibly fast. Before Wang Hao could finish eating the steamed dishes from the three-tiered steamer, reinforcements from Shaomu Temple arrived.
The newcomer was an old monk, whose cultivation level seemed to have just advanced to the Half-step Innate.
"Where did this wild monk come from, daring to approach me..."
The old monk was clearly hot-tempered; his cursing preceded his arrival. But before he could finish speaking, a dark shadow flashed by, and the old monk, who was using his lightness skill to run quickly, suddenly crashed into a shop next to him.
The old monk, who had awkwardly stood up in the shop, removed a chicken claw from his mouth, his expression one of utter horror.
He was just sent flying by this chicken claw. Although his carelessness played a part, the fact that his opponent could knock him away with just a chicken claw shows how terrifying their strength was.
"People with foul mouths shouldn't talk, or they'll lose all their yellow teeth!"
Wang Hao, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, casually remarked, not taking the old monk seriously at all.