Chapter 1289: Get Rid of This Punk (1/2)
All of the Meteoric Soar Manor’s guards quickly gathered at the main entrance, as they noticed the disagreement between the steward and Huang Xiaolong’s group. All of them stared fixedly at Huang Xiaolong, and warned him through their piercing gazes that they would detain his group if he did not deliver a gift to show respect to their master.
Just as the little cow, Xu Baisheng, Feng Er, and the rest were about to attack, Huang Xiaolong suddenly looked over his shoulder and said to Gui Yi, “Go, send a congratulatory gift.”
The rest of his group was astounded. However, Gui Yi quickly acknowledged and walked to the side, towards the disciple who was in charge of receiving gifts.
The steward proudly tilted his chin in victory and looked at Huang Xiaolong with a satisfied expression.
Moments later, Gui Yi arrived in front of the disciple who was collecting the gifts. He then took out a shenbi and placed it on the table in front of all the anticipating eyes.
The disciple stared agape at this one shenbi, as he was unable to understand what Gui Yi meant.
“Congratulatory gift, one unique shenbi!” Gui Yi spoke.
Congratulatory gift, one unique shenbi!
One top of that, unique?!
Gui Yi’s words thundered like a bomb at the main entrance. The lively atmosphere at the entrance suddenly died down. The various sects’ experts who had come to congratulate Xiao Teng looked in a weird way at Huang Xiaolong’s group and Gui Yi.
Then, a few of them simply started laughing.
The laughter jolted the Meteoric Soar Manor’s steward to his senses. His face darkened in an instant as he glared at Huang Xiaolong, “Punk, you came to make trouble at Meteoric Soar Manor? Do you know that your action is equivalent to seeking death?”
Huang Xiaolong looked unconcerned, and he calmly explained, “One shenbi can buy a lot of steam buns. If Xiao Teng thinks this is too little, I can give him one more shenbi, it should buy him a few days’ worth of steam buns.”
A young woman in a blue dress in the crowd let out a peal of laughter.
Steam buns?
A few days’ worth?
Huang Xiaolong’s words were obviously implying that Xiao Teng was a beggar.
“Court death!” The steward reacted. In the next second, a yellow earth element light burst around his fist as he angrily took a swing at Huang Xiaolong, using the force of a great mountain.
Naturally, someone who was given the position of a steward by Xiao Teng was not going to be a weakling. In fact, he was a late-Tenth Order Ancient God Realm master.
The force of his punch was powerful enough to flatten a ten thousand li mountain range. Not to mention, his punch would even leave another late-Tenth Order Ancient God Realm extremely miserable, if not crippled.
However, when he tried to attach Huang Xiaolong, his mighty fist force simply dispersed like smoke, and he was sent flying backwards as he was hit by a mighty force. This was the doing of the void devil beast Xu Baisheng. Xu Baisheng had sent the steward’s body smashing into several stone pillars and crashing onto the floor by simply lifting his claws and pointing out a nail at him.
Following this shocking event, everything around the Manor suddenly fell into a momentary, eerie silence. But seconds later, thundering footsteps, angry shouts, and whistling winds broke this silence.
In a distance, everyone could see a person levitate above the Manor, raising whistling winds across the sky. In the next second, this person appeared in front of the crowd, and a powerful momentum billowed from his body, enveloping all four directions of the Meteoric Soar Manor in an unstoppable bearing.
“Manor Lord!”
“Elder Xiao Teng!”
The manor’s guards and various experts greeted.
This person was none other than the Xiao Family’s Elder Xiao Teng. His gaze was locked on Huang Xiaolong’s group the moment he arrived.
Xiao Teng and Huang Xiaolong scrutinized one another for some time. Huang Xiaolong could see that Xiao Teng was not very tall. He had a pale white skin, and a clean-shaven face.