Chapter 3: The Vilest Event in the History of Nie Clan! (1/2)

BANG!

A kid who was in Nie Tian’s way got knocked off his feet from the powerful impact he received from Nie Tian.

That kid was Nie Nanshan’s grandson, Nie Yuan. The moment he fell to the ground, he immediately burst into a fit of tears.

Nie Tian didn’t look at Nie Yuan, or even circle around him; instead he directly stepped over Nie Yuan.

Moreover, Nie Tian’s right foot landed on Nie Yuan’s hand as he rushed forward, making Nie Yuan cry even more heavily.

Nie Nanshan strove to calm himself, and Nie Yuan’s father, Nie Qiu, could almost feel his son’s pain. The faces of both men immediately turned sullen.

Considering that it was quite common for kids to run into each other during the lot-drawing, Nie Nanshan and Nie Qiu suppressed their anger for the moment.

“Nie Tian, be careful!” Nie Qian shouted anxiously.

However, it seemed Nie Tian didn’t hear Nie Qian’s call as he stepped over Nie Yuan and ran toward the spiritual tool closest to him.

At this time, another child of the Nie clan, with glittering small eyes, stared at the glove, which was emitting misty red light. When he reached out his hand towards the glove, his fingertips also emitted rays of red light.

Obviously, the child’s cultivation attribute completely matched the spiritual energy contained in the glove.

A extended member of the Nie clan got emotional and worked up, crying out, “That’s destined for Liang’er!”

At first sight, Liu Yan and the whole Nie clan could tell without a doubt that the glove, glowing red light and all, was the tool Nie Liang needed.

Liu Yan nodded softly and said to himself, “Fire attribute...”

Everyone saw that Nie Liang’s unsteady small hand was on the verge of touching the glove.

However at that moment, Nie Tian came running over and knocked Nie Liang to the ground before he reached out to grab the glove.

Before the confused Nie Liang could make a sound, Nie Tian already grasped the glove in his hand and burst into a loud laughter.

As Nie Tian was laughing with his mouth wide open, Nie Liang realized what had happened and started to cry out loud, “Wah, wah! Mine, mine...”

Nie Tian’s face was filled with satisfaction and pleasant laughter, while in contrast, Nie Liang was scared and in tears.

“b.a.s.t.a.r.d!” growled Nie Liang’s father, an expert from an extended branch of the Nie clan. “That glove doesn’t agree with Nie Tian’s cultivation attribute. There wasn’t even a smidgen of energy fluctuation from Nie Tian’s body that agreed with the spiritual tool, so why should he get it?”

Liu Yan of the Cloudsoaring sect smiled as he watched Nie Tian reach out to take the glove.

Liu Yan had to hold back from laughing. Right when he was going to say a few words in consolation, he discovered that Nie Tian, after enjoying forcibly taking the glove, had rushed to another nearby spiritual tool.

While Nie Liang was still crying, Nie Tian donned the red glove and dashed toward the blue sword.

Meanwhile, another child of the Nie clan was holding the blue sword, his tiny face filled with smile.

While he held the sword, waves of blue light immediately emerged from both the sword and the child’s flesh that came into contact with the sword.

As he grinned joyously and prepared to laugh out loud, Nie Tian swooped in like the wind.

Relying on his superior strength, Nie Tian s.n.a.t.c.hed the blue sword out of the other child’s grip, laughing the whole time.

The child who just lost his spiritual tool stood in confusion for a moment before he tried to recapture the sword from Nie Tian’s hand, but he ended up being pushed to the ground.

“Wah, wah!”

Another child’s ear-piercing cries rang through the Nie clan’s great hall.

“How impudent! This little b.a.s.t.a.r.d is too impudent!” Fuming, another extended member of Nie clan could hardly hold back from immediately rus.h.i.+ng into the court.

Nie Tian, who was apparently addicted to robbing, paid no attention to him and continued on his rampage in the court, totally disregarding the crowd. In a short period of time, Nie Tian managed to forcibly grab the remaining saber, fan, animal bone, wooden staff, bead.

Many members of the Nie clan present at the lot-drawing were struck wide-eyed and tongue-tied, looking at Nie Tian as if he was some kind of devil.

The cries of the seven children and cursing of their fathers went on and on, filling the great hall.