When He Yiming walked out into the street, his face was already completely transford.
The current him, regardless from which angle one looked, looked like a man above forty. Furthermore, even his height had been increased.
Before leaving the shop, he opportunistically grabbed a long gown, and adjusted his stature to fit it.
Although he’d cultivated [Bone Transformation Technique], a large part of the reason he’d been able to accomplish this feat so easily was that he’d attained the Xiantian realm.
Fan Vastmoon and his two attendants were walking on the road without a care. Not to ntion they weren’t aware of the jinx behind them, even if they were, how would they have escaped from the pursuit of a Xiantian cultivator?
He Yiming quickened his footsteps and soon overtook them.
He turned around and bought a shoddy wine from a shop at another street’s opening. Sprinkling so of it on his clothes, he headed in the opposite direction.
At a street’s entrance, he burped and stopped. His eyes also seed to have beco distant.
Inwardly, he slowly counted the sounds concerning their footsteps.
After reaching such a realm of strength, rely by relying on the sounds entering ears, one could make a lot of deductions.
Although He Yiming couldn’t tell the destination Fan Vastmoon and his two attendant were headed, from the sound of their footsteps, he could tell the direction they would take the very next mont.
Slowing footsteps and taking a turn is different from walking straight in an extrely subtle way. An ordinary person naturally wouldn’t be able to perceive this difference. However, if a Xiantian cultivator were to pay a little attention, he could easily discern it.
Perhaps an individual who had gone through an appropriate training for so ti could also accomplish this feat. However, a Xiantian cultivator could easily do so relying on his own power. Such a feat was far beyond the imagination of an ordinary individual.
Right at this mont, He Yiming ascertained that Fan Vastmoon would walk straight.
Eventually, the corners of his mouth curled into a mischievous smile before he rushed out of the street with staggering footsteps.
“Peng…”
The mont Fan Vastmoon walked past a street’s entrance, an evidently drunk man walked out in staggering steps from there within.
His brows creased, wishing to dodge involuntarily. However, he suddenly discovered that regardless of which direction he tried to dodge, he would not be able to succeed.
This thought rely flickered in his mind montarily, not provoking his conscious attention.
He lifted his leg, wishing to kick. The next mont, the leg supporting his body indescribably slipped. Thereupon, his other leg obviously kicked air. On top of that, his body resolutely collided with the drunkard.
A patch of darkness erged before Fan Vastmoon’s eyes. He only felt himself to be colliding against an iron wall; everything seeming brightly lit.
Fortunately, the attendants with him reacted quickly. Before he could touch the ground, they quickly stepped forward and supported him.
“Young master, young master….”
The two attendants anxiously shouted. This collision didn’t seem light.
However, that drunkard was also holding his hand and gasping and groaning in pain. His condition was evidently worse.
Fan Vastmoon shook his head, as if sobering up. However, he imdiately regretted doing so. This collision was too terrible. It actually made his entire body ache.
Furious inside, he fiercely shifted his vision over. That man was already staggeringly standing up; his face covered in a mask of innocence.
“You, you all….why….you ran into… ?”
Fan Vastmoon felt a fury burning inside him. It was always him who had wronged others, since when did the others have the courage to do so?
“Hit, hit him for ….hit him ruthlessly….”A voice filled with resentnt escaped out from the space of his teeth.
The two attendants exchanged a glance. One of them continued to support Fan Vastmoon, and the other forced out a bitter laugh before advancing forward.
As if sensing sothing was not right, the drunkard imdiately shook his hands, “You… don’t create trouble, you people. I am actually very ferocious!”
This mont, the conflict had already gained the curiosity of a few people on the street. Such actions of the drunkard imdiately aroused a burst of laughter.
That attendant coldly laughed. Not responding with words, he waved his fist.
This person had offended the second young master. Although it was not intentional, at the very least, it had angered the second young master. Once he was angered, for the two of them, who were responsible for his safety, it was anything but good.
Therefore, his fist was not lenient at all. As long as it wasn’t fatal, a beating was a must.
The fist flew straight at the drunkard’s stomach. This was because the attendant didn’t want to kill him. Otherwise, he would have directly aid at the vital sections.
The drunkard imdiately flew out upside-down while spurting a mouthful of blood, which dyed the ground red.
The attendant was inwardly alard as well as pleasantly surprised. This drunkard had just collided with the second young master. He is obviously a guy with a strong physique. ‘My casual strike actually made him fly off, spurting blood? When did I beco so powerful?’
However, subsequently, another event occurred that was even beyond his expectations.
That drunkard, after hitting the ground, imdiately crawled up, and furthermore, ferociously shouted, “You dared to hit ? I will fight you with my life!”
Following which, with his head down, he charged forward like a savage bull. At this mont, the drunkard’s body erupted with an aura that caused everybody’s heart to palpitate.
The appalled attendant was already groped by the drunkard, pushing him backwards.
Unceasing shrieks echoed. By the ti the attendant sobered up, he discovered that sowhere along the line, he’d fell down, and beneath his body were precisely his young master and the other attendant.
By the ti they stood up amidst roaring laughters of spectators on the street, that drunkard had already left.
Although Fan Vastmoon was quite haughty, he was no fool. A random drunkard running into him was already a queer event. Then easily pushing his attendant, moveover, implicating him and his other attendant in the process- this was definitely not normal.
The mont they stood up from the ground and saw that the drunkard had already gone missing, they imdiately understood that this drunkard was certainly not simple.
One of the attendants suddenly said, “Not good! My package….”
Fan Vastmoon and the other attendant imdiately shifted their vision onto him. The parcel that contained the black stone had mysteriously disappeared from his body.
The three exchanged a glance before Fan Vastmoon sternly shouted, “Chase!”
However, they all knew that the chance of catching that drunkard was almost zero.
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