Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

The entire first floor of the Yuan Keju Inn fell into a brief silence.

The onlookers were shocked by the scene and hadn't yet recovered.

They were all dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes.

The manager of Yuan Keju Inn, with his cultivation and strength, could rank within the top hundred experts in this ancient town.

Yet now, he was being brutally beaten by a youth, unable to fight back.

Was this youth in the moon-white sword robe an outsider or someone from Apricot Flower Village?

"Don't be arrogant! This isn't Apricot Flower Village, and it's definitely not a place where you can run wild!"

The manager of Yuan Keju Inn, pinned to the ground, still had a fierce and murderous look in his eyes, as he wiped the blood from his mouth.

"Do you even know what kind of existence Yuan Keju Inn is? You should inquire about it!

Do you think that just because your strength is greater than mine, you can act recklessly here?

I have dealings with several major forces in the town and have very good relationships with them.

With just a word from me, none of you will survive!

These days, it's not just about individual strength, but also about whose power is greater!

You ignorant fools will suffer a miserable end!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the foot that was stepping on his chest instantly lifted and stomped on his face.

With a cracking sound.

Everyone felt a chill down their spines, feeling as if their own skulls were about to crack.

The manager of Yuan Keju Inn let out a miserable scream, his entire head deformed by the stomp.

His face, where he was stomped, had collapsed cheekbones, and his temples were sunken.

"Where are the forces you speak of?

Do you think they can arrive in time to save you before you die?"

Hearing this, the manager of Yuan Keju Inn trembled all over, and the previously aggressive and fierce look on his face was instantly replaced by bone-chilling fear.

That's right, if this person wanted to kill him, it would be impossible for the people from the major forces to appear instantly and save him.

"Now, tell me, who is courting death?"

Jun Wuxie's foot gradually increased its pressure.

The manager of Yuan Keju Inn's head became increasingly flat, and he felt excruciating pain, his heart filled with fear of death.

He screamed as he said, "It was I who was blind and didn't recognize Mount Tai. I didn't know a master was here. Please spare my life!"

"You, the dignified manager of Yuan Keju Inn, a True God Middle Stage expert, with strong connections and a powerful force in this town, are admitting defeat so quickly?"

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. I know my mistake. Please spare my life…"

The manager of Yuan Keju Inn no longer had the imposing manner he had earlier.

"I asked you who is courting death. Answer my question directly."

Jun Wuxie moved his foot away from his face.

"It's me."

The manager of Yuan Keju Inn hurriedly said.

"Say it while kneeling."

Jun Wuxie's tone was always calm and without waves, but it frightened the manager of Yuan Keju Inn so much that he quickly scrambled up, with a flattened head, and knelt at his feet, "It's me who's courting death, it's me…"

"Now you answer me, who is the fool?"

Jun Wuxie slowly patted the bloody and mangled face of the manager of Yuan Keju Inn with his palm, causing him so much pain that he kept sucking in cold air, but he didn't dare to cry out, only enduring the excruciating pain and saying in fear, "I am the fool, I am an incurable fool…"

The onlookers couldn't help but sigh.

The dignified manager of Yuan Keju Inn was actually willing to endure such great humiliation, kneeling in front of someone and calling himself a fool.

These people from Apricot Flower Village were really too arrogant.

What kind of backing did they have to dare to be so strong in the town?

Although that person was very strong, how could he compete with the major forces in the town?

Each of those forces had dozens of True God Middle Stage experts, and most of them were stronger than the manager.

"These people from Apricot Flower Village are doomed. As soon as the people from the major forces arrive, they will die without a whole corpse!"

"Just watch, there will be a good show soon.

It is estimated that the people from the major forces have already heard about what happened here."

"Hmph, just descendants of a declining imperial clan. Do they really think they are still the imperial clan of the past?"

"Giving themselves the wrong position and not recognizing their own abilities will eventually lead to disaster!"

…

The onlookers who had recovered their senses all talked in low voices, discussing among themselves.

Jun Wuxie's gaze swept across the crowd, and those people immediately returned his gaze with provocative looks.

He looked at Hua Qi, Hua Qing, and Hua Hu, signaling them to come over.

"Master."

"Lord Jun."

The three came to him, while the manager of Yuan Keju Inn was still kneeling obediently, not daring to say a word, even though the injuries caused him excruciating pain, he forcibly endured it.

"Remember, in the future, on the road of the Heaven-Bestowed Battle competition, try to be more arrogant."

Then, he looked at those who were discussing and slandering Apricot Flower Village, and said to Hua Qi and the others, "Go, beat each of them up."

"What?"

Hua Qi, Hua Qing, and Hua Hu were all dumbfounded.

The crowd that was chattering was also shocked and angered by this sentence.

This person was too arrogant, not only did he beat up the people from Yuan Keju Inn in public, but he actually wanted to beat up all of them. This was outrageous!

"Didn't hear clearly? Do I need to say it again?"

"No, no, Master, this disciple understands!"

Hua Qi came back to his senses and immediately became excited.

"Damn it, I've never felt so good!"

Hua Qing and Hua Hu also came back to their senses, their faces full of smiles, their eyes gleaming.

They had long been fed up with this group of people.

They originally had no intersection, no grudges, but because they were from Apricot Flower Village, they inexplicably harbored hostility towards them, ridiculed and belittled them in public, and occasionally said some nasty and offensive words.

"What do you want to do?"

"Don't come over!"

"You—you, you, are you really going to be lawless? Do you want to be against the entire town?"

"You—you dare!"

Those people were fierce in appearance but faint of heart, shouting loudly.

"See if we dare!"

Hua Qi was the first to rush up, followed closely by Hua Qing and Hua Hu.

Suddenly, the three were like tigers in a flock of sheep.

One kick for one, one slap for another, only to see people constantly flying out, smashing half of the tables and chairs on the first floor to pieces, and people lying all over the ground, wailing.

These people all had bruised noses and swollen faces, and they were screaming miserably.

Some of the diners at the tables in the distance were dumbfounded, while others had a gloomy look in their eyes.

"You—you dare to do this, you will definitely pay the price!"

Those who were beaten to the ground, curled up and wailing, said harsh words through gritted teeth.

"Qi'er, Hua Qing, Hua Hu, did you hit them just now?

I didn't see clearly, hit them again."

The three were stunned for a moment, then excited, "Okay!"

"Don't come over! Ah—"

Those people screamed on the spot, curled up into a ball, raised their arms to protect their heads, and some even rolled and crawled, wanting to leave this place.

However, Hua Qi and the others were too fast, shuttling like the wind, and amidst a chorus of wails, they beat these people up again, their faces swollen so much that even their mothers wouldn't recognize them, blood flowing from their noses, and their eyelids swollen so much that only a slit remained.

"Heh, the arrogance of being overconfident will eventually lead to one's own demise."

At a certain table in the distance sat three diners, one of whom said coldly.

Although the voice was not loud, it could be heard clearly on the entire first floor.

Hearing this, Jun Wuxie walked towards that table.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes focused on him and the person speaking at that table.

"What, you don't mean to attack me, do you?"

When the youth saw Jun Wuxie walking over, he couldn't help but chuckle, his expression calm and composed, "Do you know who I am?"

Jun Wuxie didn't say anything, he reached out and grabbed the youth's hair, pulling it back sharply, forcing him to lean back.

Then, he pressed forward.

With a bang.

The youth's forehead heavily hit the table, his entire face hitting the bowls on the table, smashing the bowls, collapsing the table, blood flowing from his face, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

The two people at the same table stood up abruptly, looking at this scene with incomparable shock and anger, their fingers trembling as they hung at their waists.

"I don't care who you are."

Jun Wuxie pulled his head back again before speaking.

"You dare to attack me, I am the son of the Seventh Village Lord, you are doomed!"

The youth roared hysterically, blood flowing from his face, several hideous wounds splitting open, revealing the flesh, looking extremely terrifying.

The blood flowed, blurring his eyes, already making his vision unclear.

"Then you roll back and call your dad here."

Jun Wuxie directly picked him up and threw him away, and the youth screamed as he flew out of the inn, falling on the street in a dog-eating-shit position.

"Young Village Lord!"

The two people who were at the same table with the youth exclaimed.

They looked at Jun Wuxie angrily, raising trembling fingers, "You…you, you…just you wait, our Village Lord will definitely not let you go!"

After they finished speaking, they were about to rush out to see the Young Village Lord's injuries.

As a result, as soon as they took a step, Jun Wuxie flashed out a foot and accurately kicked the bends of their legs.

"There is a price to pay for saying harsh words."

Suddenly, the two flew more than ten meters and lay on the ground, feeling excruciating pain in their legs, unable to stand for a while.

They trembled with hatred, but they couldn't stand up, watching the Young Village Lord lying on the street, enduring the excruciating pain, and hurriedly crawled out with their hands.

The street outside Yuan Keju Inn and the first floor were full of people lying, and cries of pain resounded here.

Some of the diners on the first floor who had been sitting at the tables looked at each other.

They could all see the shock and disbelief in each other's eyes.

The people from Apricot Flower Village had become so strong that it was beyond words.

Wasn't it said that they had been suppressed and targeted by Mang Village since ancient times, and lived a very hard life?

Could it be that the youth in the moon-white robe was really an outsider?

But why did that Hua Qi call him Master?

This made them puzzled.

Could it be that the pure imperial blood inheritor of Apricot Flower Village took an outsider as his master?

That seems unlikely.

That doesn't seem very probable.

That appears improbable.

It seems quite unlikely.

It doesn't seem very likely.