The dead tiger still emits power; even more so does the fierce and burly Baili Luliang reveal his true ferocity as he stands before the crowd.
For a mont, many people’s eyes began to flicker and retreat.
To be fair, although this village head is stingy and loves to show off, he usually hasn’t done anything harmful or inhumane. Even so fierce hilln and passing bandits have been dealt with by him.
Even for this worship, he offered the most sacrifices. His recent speech was nothing more than venting frustration over the unresponsive deity. If a conflict were to arise, no one really had the guts.
Seeing the crowd’s montum falter, Baili Luliang quickly shifted the bla, saying, "If we’re talking about insincerity, it’s certainly not my fault. If it weren’t for that blasphemous infidel, how would Qianxi Village fail to obtain divine favor!"
diocre people are diocre because all they need when facing difficulties is an excuse to shirk responsibility, an outlet to vent their emotions.
As long as their emotions are vented, they don’t care about the actual outco.
Earlier, they were venting their anger at Baili Luliang, but having their sentints forcefully stifled, their resentnt festered. With just a single sentence, the experienced fat village head diverted the bla onto the absent bear hunter.
Not being present ant there was no way to defend oneself, making it natural for the villagers to aim their emotional venting at him.
After all, in Zhongzhou, there are countless tales of wrathful gods angered by the rebellious words and deeds of infidels, ultimately taking out their displeasure on their relatives, affecting future generations.
Hence, the reason Qianxi Village failed to receive divine favor must be due to that bastard.
With the crowd fervently stirred, these villagers almost forgot their usual neglect of prayers and monthly worship, and placed all the bla on the hunter’s head.
Who could imagine that it wasn’t the last strike that split the stone, but the hundred prior chisels that weakened it; it wasn’t the last straw that broke the cal’s back, but the heavy load it bore all along the way.
This kind of reasoning is sothing villagers usually fail to grasp, let alone when in a furious state. If soone had to bear the stupidity-fueled anger, why should it be ?
The obese village head, Baili Luliang, silently blended into the furious gathering, while the temple keeper, Baili Qiuxin, realizing sothing was amiss, attempted to calm the situation, but after a few calls failed to get any response, he gave up dejectedly.
Inflad villagers abandoned the empty altar and surged toward the village, raising a cloud of dust as if they were an army, despite being only a hundred strong.
"That hunter’s in trouble, I fear."
Yang Fan: "I’ll head to the village first to try and control the situation. You two junior brothers know more; go check if there’s anything peculiar about that altar."
"It’s enough for Tian Yu to check the altar alone. These villagers are foolish and reckless; with too few people, it’s hard to control. I’ll go with Eldest Senior Brother."
Not out of love for conflict or excitent, but rather a reflex faced by those from notable families.
This squad’s visit to Qianxi was in connection to their academic assessnts. If Yang Fan and Pei Mu shouldered all the responsibility of stabilizing matters, while they handled minor tasks on the sidelines, it wouldn’t sit well with the instructor, regardless of the dean’s opinions.
Hence, Tang Nianfan instinctively followed along.
Although Yang Fan was Eldest Senior Brother within the inner courtyard, given his background, he didn’t comprehend these deeper anings; he rely felt that Tang Nianfan seed right, so they returned to the village together.
By the ti the two of them swiftly returned to the village, the angered villagers had already surrounded the door of hunter Baili Wuchang’s residence, yet no one dared to take a step forward.
This was because, at that mont, the bear hunter was holding a powerful bow, arrow notched, his expression cold and stern.
Not far from him lay a villager whose foot had been shot through; he clasped his right leg, rolling on the ground, howling in pain. Blood flowed along the arrow shaft, drawing an unbreachable red line in the snow.
"Whoever dares to co forward, my next arrow will be aid at the chest or the eyes."
Sparing no words, Baili Wuchang, faced with furious villagers, never considered compromising, striking back with utmost firmness.
The consequence of this was that many villagers truly began to harbor resentnt.
They increasingly believed that it was because of this vicious infidel that the gods refused to bestow divine favor.
True anger is voiceless. When these villagers stopped shouting and rely looked at Baili Wuchang coldly, Pei Mu knew things had gotten serious!
Indeed, the village head parted the crowd once again, stepping forward, and with a few strides, he crossed the unbreachable red line.
Baili Wuchang did not disappoint, swiftly nocking an arrow and shooting towards the chest of the approaching figure.
Confronting the incoming arrow with a fearso might, the corpulent village head rely planted his feet firmly and extended his right hand.
It was an exaggeratedly large hand, its palm a full foot wide and long, fingers together like a fan, slowly pushing forward like a small shield.
Moreover, this palm-shield glowed with a light resembling gold and jade.
Originally standing awkwardly in the yard, Pei Mu’s expression changed suddenly, as he noted the remarkable quality of this palm technique, realizing Baili Wuchang might suffer a loss.
Suffering a loss was inevitable; first, with his arrow’s trajectory seen through, the bow’s draw insufficient, coupled with the fact the arrow was wooden—against ordinary n this would suffice, but against the village head, it fell short.
Baili Luliang, knowing his own bulk, not suited for protracted combat, had intensely studied the three deadly strikes of the Golden Jade Hand.
Especially the first, with his sturdy legs tensed in an instant, moving not an inch, then suddenly charging forth like a cannonball.
The wooden arrow was crushed into splinters along the trajectory of the Golden Jade Hand, and before one knew it, the village head was a re foot away from the bear hunter.
Wanting to re-nock the bow was too late. Baili Wuchang reached for his waist, only to grasp emptiness, rembering he had co out without his short blade upon hearing the commotion outside.
Seeing the cold-faced Baili Luliang so close, Baili Wuchang hastily extended his hand to block.
But facing an impregnable palm technique, how could the hunter withstand it.
The outco was already determined, and a slight smile appeared in Baili Luliang’s eyes.
In Qianxi Village, only the old temple keeper and this dog hunter failed to show respect to him as village head. This ti, he intended to properly teach them a lesson, no more of these impudent hunters day after day.
And let the villagers discern who truly is the strongest in Qianxi Village,
He had always been low-key. This ti, by showing his hand, he would let these inexperienced fools see what deep subtlety ant!
In the blink of an eye, during the combat between martial artists, seeing that Baili Wuchang no longer had the slightest chance to turn the tide, the fat village head in his satisfaction thought of sothing else.
Yet, just as he was filled with pride, he was hit in the waist by a rhinoceros.
A rhinoceros?
Hit in the waist?
Before crashing into the courtyard wall, Baili Luliang in a daze looked around and saw an unfamiliar face, arms crossed in front of his chest, still maintaining an archer’s stance, his face full of embarrassnt.
"Boom," as Baili Luliang crashed through the hunter’s wall, creating a massive hole.
"Pia."
This sound was the Golden Jade Palm smashing the bricks of the breach.
"Thud," Baili Luliang collapsed to the ground, only to angrily rise again.
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