The onlookers never take responsibility for their words, even though they had already been proven wrong once.
They still burst into exclamations and discussions, everyone thinking that Jiang Yunzhou was about to suffer greatly.
Jiang Yunzhou's eyes, however, lit up. Far from being afraid, he was a little happy.
Another one? It seems today's income can increase quite a bit.
Li Yisong, who was under his foot, was pretty much Wasted. If he continued to hit him, he would be beaten to death.
He had long noticed the bulging money bag on Li Yisong, which contained hundreds of gold coins in registration fees he had just collected!
So, under Zhao Wuji's furious gaze and the stunned expressions of everyone present, Jiang Yunzhou very naturally fumbled around Li Yisong's body and quickly pulled out a heavy money bag.
He weighed it, listening to the pleasant clinking of the gold coins inside, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Hmm, the hard-earned money is in hand."
Why else would they say, 'Killing and arson lead to a golden belt'? This no-capital business makes money so quickly!
Just as Zhao Wuji, carrying towering rage, was about to close in, Jiang Yunzhou had already deftly tucked the bag of gold coins into his embrace.
Then, as if kicking away a stone in his path, he casually kicked the limp Li Yisong flying.
Coincidentally, Li Yisong's body traced a parabola and accurately landed back on the chair he had originally been sitting on to collect fees, emitting a muffled thud.
It's just that he was already beaten beyond recognition and could only continue to feign death to avoid being laughed at.
Frustrating, it was truly too frustrating.
Zhao Wuji was powerless to stop him, his eyes wide with fury, his bristly beard almost standing on end!
How long has it been? How long has no one dared to be so arrogant in front of his Immovable King!
"You little bastard! You're damn well seeking death!" His voice was like a great bell, making people's eardrums tingle.
Zhao Wuji was not a Spirit Emperor with a lot of 'moisture' like Li Yisong; he was a ruthless character who had truly fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
Jiang Yunzhou, however, merely sneered, his mind stirring slightly.
In an instant, a surging spirit power fluctuation erupted from his body, and brilliant spirit rings rose sequentially beneath his feet—purple, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!
A full seven spirit rings, he was indeed a Spirit Saint!
Zhao Wuji's charging momentum abruptly halted, his bell-like eyes filled with disbelief!
He rubbed his eyes. If he wasn't mistaken, this young man's first spirit ring was actually purple? And he was a Spirit Saint.
How old was this young man?
He looked only a few years older than Dai Mubai and the others; how could he be a Spirit Saint?
But now, he couldn't think about that much.
Jiang Yunzhou didn't care about the stormy waves in his heart. He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a phantom longsword, spitting sharp cold light, instantly condensed into form.
He pointed the sword tip at Zhao Wuji, his tone flippant:
"Big bear, don't say I didn't give you a chance. How about I let you make the first move?"
Provocation! Naked humiliation!
"You motherfucker! Second Spirit Ability: Great Strength Vajra Palm!"
Zhao Wuji was completely enraged and no longer hesitated, his giant, fan-like palm, wrapped in fierce gusts of wind, slammed down.
At the same time, light flashed around him—Immovable King Body! Great Strength Vajra Palm Amplification! Gravity Enhancement! Gravity Compression!
He actually boosted his state to its peak in an instant, a series of amplifying Spirit Abilities stacking, his aura surging wildly, like a true human-shaped violent bear!
Jiang Yunzhou watched him laboriously stack buffs, not only not anxious but instead leisurely giving him a highly insulting middle finger gesture, then lightly spat.
"You idiotic thing, you have quite a few tricks. Let me remind you, if you didn't bring money today, I'll kill you!"
As he finished speaking, Jiang Yunzhou's eyes sharpened, and he let out a low growl: "Fifth Spirit Ability: Boundless Sword Tomb!"
Buzz—
An invisible Domain power suddenly spread out from him, instantly enveloping Zhao Wuji!
Zhao Wuji only felt his surroundings change drastically, as if he had fallen into a desolate and silent graveyard.
His movements suddenly became incredibly sluggish, and countless incomparably sharp, tiny sword qi materialized out of thin air, invading and cutting through his protective spirit power from all directions, leaving no crevice untouched!
And Jiang Yunzhou stood at the center of the Domain, at ease, with a playful smile on his lips.
Like a cat playing with a mouse, he casually controlled the omnipresent sword qi within the Domain to harass Zhao Wuji, treating it entirely as a monkey show.
First, let this big bear suffer a good beating.
On the other side, the battle between Zhu Zhuqing and Dai Mubai had also entered a fierce stage.
The more Dai Mubai fought, the more startled he became, and at the same time, the more he felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Because he seemed to have seen the movement technique and Spirit Ability aura of this black-clad young girl in family records... Suddenly, he thought of something. He seemed to have heard that person call her: Zhu Qing?
"Stop!"
He violently parried Zhu Qing's fierce claw attack and quickly shouted, "That person just called you Zhu Qing? Are you, are you Zhu Zhuqing?"
He recognized it. That eerie speed, those fierce claw attacks that specifically targeted vital points, were clearly the inherited Spirit and combat techniques of the Zhu family from the Star Luo Empire!
However, Zhu Zhuqing had perfectly inherited Jiang Yunzhou's ability to infuriate people without paying for it.
She completely ignored Dai Mubai, her attacks becoming even more ferocious and sharp, each move aiming for a vital point, making Dai Mubai feel incredibly frustrated and wanting to vomit blood.
At this moment, her mind was clear, all her attention focused on practicing the brand new cultivation method that her teacher had imparted to her through initiation last night.
The more she fought, the deeper her understanding of the cultivation method became, and the more adept she became at using it.
This cultivation method came with an armor-piercing effect. Dai Mubai's proud White Tiger Body Barrier often shattered in less than two rounds under her attacks.
Her speed, strength, and attack penetration had all seen astonishing improvements.
Although her spirit power level was only 28, far below Dai Mubai's 37, her movement was more flexible, her methods more cunning, and her cultivation method more enigmatic!
"I told you to stop! Did you hear me!"
"If you don't stop, don't blame me for really being impolite!"
"Bitch, you're seeking death..."
Dai Mubai roared repeatedly, trying to suppress her with words.
Zhu Qing remained deaf to his words, a mocking sneer even curling at the corner of her lips.
She was clearly dominating him throughout the fight; where did he get the confidence and nerve to say he'd be impolite?
She was already familiar with all the Spirit Ability routines of the Dai family's White Tiger Spirit and had countermeasures in mind.
As long as she broke through that turtle shell, Dai Mubai was no match for her!
She was fast, but he still had to hit her first.
"Screech—"
Another claw swept past, adding another bloodstain to Dai Mubai's arm.
In just a moment, his body was covered in dozens of wounds of varying depths, his clothes torn, and blood dripping.
Zhu Qing had excellent control over her attacks; none were fatal, but each one tore his skin and flesh, causing excruciating pain.
The force was just right, enough to daze him without injuring his brain.
Dai Mubai grimaced in pain, having a body full of spirit power yet being suppressed with no power to retaliate, only able to passively defend, appearing utterly disheveled.
Frustrating! Too frustrating!