1518 Hit the Iron Board on the Head (1/2)

The old man from the Gray Parasol Sword Sect was surprised. He looked at Du Qingkuang, half-closed his eyes, and blandly said, ”Well, I guess you are not that useless. However, it won't be difficult for us to break into the Monarch's Hall, will it? You are lucky, but nobody can always be lucky. You two should better get your a*s inside and speak to your master now. I must remind you that nobody is always lucky! You won't get a second chance!”

The old man seemed generous and nice, but deep in his heart, he was ready to kill!

Because of his power and his position in the martial world, he didn't want to lower himself to fight Du Qingkuang and the Old Worm!

Du Qingkuang and his partner, the Old Worm, were both experienced cultivators who had lived in the martial world for decades. Obviously, they wouldn't be threatened by the old man's words! The Old Worm was big and overweight like a fat worm, and that was why he was called the Old Worm.

The Old Worm was not happy to hear what the old man had said, so he disdainfully raised his head, rose up to the sky, and said, ”People in the Monarch's Hall are brothers, and we will all be like monarchs in the world! You are unexpected and unpopular here. You have already committed a crime by attempting to break into our place! You should all be punished with death!”

People from the Gray Parasol Sword Sect were so angry that some of them were shaking.

'You named it the Monarch's Hall, and it is just a name, which seems to be smart, but truly is stupid! Do you really think you are all monarchs now?'

'You will all be like monarchs in the world, huh? Ignorant and disgusting! Unbelievable!'

'We are committing a crime, huh? Isn't it absurd?'

'We should be punished with death? Come on!'

'You guys are going to die, not us!'

”Well, since you don't want the chance we give you, we will send you to death!” The old man's eyes were full of cold lights. He didn't hide his murderous intent anymore.

Two elders of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect who were at Divinity Origin Stage made their attacks!

Du Qingkuang and the Old Worm were both experienced and capable cultivators, so they were capable of hiding their true capabilities. Besides, they were the two doormen here, so the men of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect wouldn't see them as two powerful cultivators. It was ridiculous that a Faery Origin Stage cultivator attacked a Divinity Origin Stage cultivator, so that young man got killed for a fair reason.

However, that kicking attack of Du Qingkuang had revealed his true power. A level-two Divinity Origin Stage cultivator wasn't weak, but not powerful enough to subdue the men of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect. Back to the days when Qiu Luo was at level four of the Divinity Origin Stage, he was captured and tortured for a long time. The Gray Parasol Sword Sect people figured out Du Qingkuang and the Old Worm's true power, so they sent two men who were powerful enough to start the fight. It wasn't just saying that nobody was lucky forever!

Du Qingkuang and the Old Worm were both fearless though. They laughed loudly and then went ready to attack.

Both were both experienced itinerant cultivators. Itinerant cultivators were good at seeking victory in a losing situation. They knew the two elders were stronger, but they did not cave. After all, power was not the only thing that decided the result of a fight!

While the two sides were going to crush in the fight…

”Stop!”

A voice sounded loud. A skinny man appeared in the sky, staring in the opposite direction with two cold eyes. The man blandly said, ”If you want to make trouble in the territory of the Monarch's Hall, you should better ask for my permission.”

It was Bu Xiangfeng!

Somewhere else, a huge shadow approached fast too.

It was Meng Youjiang.

Meng Youjiang was big and tall, but he was not a giant. The shadow was huge because he came with the one-hundred-feet Iron Soul Wood beam on his shoulder.

He thought that to fight with such a giant stick in a battle of various enemies, he could kill a lot with one strike!

One stick slashing down, he could smash a lot of enemies.

Meng Youjiang's wife did not have time to stop his foolish act, so she hastily followed him over. She didn't mind her husband killing people, but she didn't want him to kill people with the main girder of the house, because the blood would stain it. 'You must enjoy smashing people with that, but what do we do about that stained roof girder?'

'Are we going to live in that house or not?'

'Isn't it a stupid thing to do?'

”Who are these people? Why are they putting on such a big show?” Meng Youjiang frowned and asked Bu Xiangfeng.

He had a good reason to be surprised.

Looking at those men, Meng Youjiang was confused. 'That is it? These people? Are they really planning to attack the Monarch's Hall with these useless shrimps? Are they tired of being alive?'

The enemies were all revealing their true power because they were provoked by Du Qingkuang…

Meng Youjiang was definitely powerful enough to see their true cultivation levels clearly.

Among these men, the old man with a white beard was the most powerful one, but he was only at the first level of the Saint Origin Stage, almost level two. The rest of them were no higher than level eight of the Divinity Origin Stage. Some of them were level seven and level six of the Divinity Origin Stage, but most of them were at level three and level four. About thirty of them were at level three and level four. The others were all below the Faery Origin Stage…

Some were actually only level two… That was brave.

Meng Youjiang was so confused.

'Are they really not here to put on a show to congratulate the opening of the Monarch's Hall?'

'We have over four hundred Divinity Origin Stage cultivators who joined us yesterday!'

'Well, most of them were lower than level eight of the Divinity Origin Stage, but there are a lot of level five and level four. The weakest ones are level one of the Divinity Origin Stage… My wife, Bu Xiangfeng, and I are already level two of the Saint Origin Stage…'

'We have all reached the Divinity Origin Stage in the Monarch's Hall, except the Prime Master!'

'It is like playing a joyful game to fight a battle against some enemies like these! They should be thankful that we don't go to their place to make trouble, and how come they dare to come and mess with us?'

'This is ridiculous.'

'Are they really so eager to death?'

”They are people of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect.” Bu Xiangfeng said, ”I think I know why they are here… We have a brother, Qiu Luo… The prime master of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect liked Qiu Luo's wife…”

Bu Xiangfeng briefly told Meng Youjiang the background story, and then said, ”That is how they became enemies. They came last time, but I kicked them out… I didn't expect their return… Poor guys… They are so unfortunate…”

”What a bunch of bastards! They deserve to die!”

Meng Youjiang's wife heard that those people had bullied another man and killed the man's wife, so she was furious. ”Bastards of the Gray Sword Sect should all die and go to hell!”

Meng Youjiang was still confused. ”Okay, I know why they come to make trouble now. What confuses me is that… Don't they know they should at least send some stronger ones? These people… Some of them are even weaker than our prime leader! What gives them the courage to come and challenge us?”

As he said so, Monarch's Hall people all twisted their mouths.

They were trying hard not to laugh out loud…

'Some of them are even weaker than our prime leader!'

That was such a stroke of genius.

There were all kinds of strange things in the world. There were things people hadn't seen, but there was nothing that would never happen!

Ye Xiao, the prime leader of the Monarch's Hall, was the weakest!

Meng Youjiang was so honest and frank that Ye Xiao was embarrassed when he just walked over. He felt like there were ten thousand alpacas carrying another ten thousand alpacas on its back howling across his head. That was weird…

'Damn it! How could you say that? Well, it is the truth… At least you can keep silent…'

Not everybody was delighted by Meng Youjiang's funny speech. The old man, who was the strongest on the Gray Parasol Sword Sect's side, was staring at Meng Youjiang. He frowned and said, ”Are you… Please… Are you the owner of the Monarch's Hall?”

Meng Youjiang blandly said, ”No. I work for the Prime Leader.”

He wasn't lying, though. He was the head of the Department of Battle, but that was a temporary position for him. He did work for Ye Xiao, after all. Actually, everybody in the Monarch's Hall was working for Ye Xiao!

He then turned around, smiled, and said, ”There he is, our Prime Leader.”

The old man looked over and saw a young man casually walking over, who looked handsome.

That was a typical pretty young lord of some wealthy family.

The young lord was not so happy though. Apparently, he was mad about something.