Chapter 1582: Chapter 1582: The Roadblock Dog
Beiting Huang felt sowhat helpless as she leaned against the carriage, still lifting the curtain to look around the street. The white walls and black tiles exemplified the Huizhou-style architecture, which made her feel very much at ho.
She wanted to see just what tricks the Zhang brothers were playing.
The carriage ca to a stop, and the coachman opened the door of the carriage. Zhang Xi leaped out first, turned around, and reached out to help Beiting Huang, but Beiting Huang avoided his hand and jumped down on her own. Zhang Xi helped Zhang Xuan down, and imdiately, they were greeted by an annoying voice, “Yo-ho-ho, like a little cockroach that just won’t die, huh? I tell you, Zhang Xuan, if I were you, I would have vomited myself to death by now. How co you just won’t die?”
Beiting Huang raised her eyes to look, and saw an inn with three floors, its flag bearing the large characters “Fortune Inn.” Standing below was a young man dressed in a beige robe, shaking an Iron Bone Fan in his hand, and looking this way with contemptuous eyes—it was he who had just spoken.
“Ouyang Mo, you bastard, do you realize you’ve just killed ?” Seeing this person, Zhang Xuan swung his fist, ready to punch him.
But in Mandala Land, fights were not like children brawling and wrestling together, relying purely on brute strength. If your strength was lacking, a strike could an a life lost.
Otherwise, how could Zhang Xuan have been “killed”?
Zhang Xi held back his younger brother, and his eyebrows had now completely furrowed. The generous and solid impression he had just given Beiting Huang seed like an illusion. “Ouyang Mo, you’ve bullied my brother. One day, I’ll settle this score with you!”
“Hahahaha!” Ouyang Mo burst into laughter upon hearing this, pinching his fan while pointing dismissively at the Zhang brothers, his expression of scorn and contempt fully undisguised, “Just you two? Oh, do you want to call for an adult to step in?”
In Mandala Land, the hierarchy was very clear. Younger generations would fight with their peers, and elders would take on other elders, unless a life was taken.
If earlier, Zhang Xuan had died, the Master of Wuling Sect would have stepped in. But now, Zhang Xuan was very much alive and seemingly unhard, so of course, Zhang Xi wouldn’t call for his father to intervene.
He felt like he was about to spit blood in his frustration, but his adversary was a Great Lord in the Early Stage of Da Cheng Realm, sothing he, a Great Lord in the Middle Stage of Hinayana Realm, could not hope to shake.
Beiting Huang stood by, uninvolved in the matter. As a newcor who hadn’t yet gotten a clear grasp of the situation, she definitely wouldn’t stir up trouble lightly. She certainly didn’t want to start off with a life of being hunted everywhere she went.
With no choice but to bear it, an irate Zhang Xuan said, “Brother, let’s not bother with this lunatic!”
After speaking, he marched into the inn. Zhang Xi turned his head and called out to Beiting Huang, “Second brother, co with us!”
Beiting Huang lifted her feet and followed them. As she passed by Ouyang Mo, he lifted his Iron Bone Fan to block her path, “Who are you? Are you with Wuling Sect? How co I don’t recognize you?”
No living person had ever dared to block her path. Beiting Huang glanced at the Iron Bone Fan, recognizing it as a very sharp weapon. She followed the fan upward with her eyes, her cold gaze piercing Ouyang Mo like an arrow, “Move it away!”
Beiting Huang’s icy voice arrived, and it seed Ouyang Mo felt a chill suddenly rise from the soles of his feet, spreading throughout his body in an instant. His hand even trembled for a mont, but he stubbornly continued to block Beiting Huang’s way.
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