noffsinger Chapter 140 Someone Came to Cause Trouble
Chapter 140 Someone Came to Cause Trouble
Po Yue appeared before Liu Meng and the others, now wielding a long staff. The staff was a unique dark gold color, with several dragons coiling and snaking along its surface, the carving exquisitely beautiful.
Po Yue stood holding his staff, his aura suddenly changing, as if he had become one with the staff.
"I was just about to try out this dragon staff when a few blind fools showed up. How wonderful."
In an instant, Po Yue's figure blurred, and he appeared in front of Liu Meng like a ghost, swinging out his coiled dragon staff, aiming straight for Liu Meng's face.
Liu Meng was shocked and hurriedly raised his weapon to defend himself, but the impact caused him to suffer a sharp pain in his hand and stagger back several steps before he could regain his balance.
Breaking the Mountain's offensive resumed, the Coiling Dragon Staff dancing wildly like a dragon. Liu Meng was overwhelmed by this fierce attack, only able to parry and powerless to retaliate. He was caught off guard and looked utterly pathetic.
Po Yue moved freely through the crowd. Wherever he went, Liu Meng's men cried out in agony. Some were knocked away by a single blow, spitting blood, while others were struck in the leg and collapsed to the ground.
Their offensive was like a sudden storm, giving the opponent no chance to catch their breath.
One of his reckless underlings tried to sneak attack Po Yue from behind, but he noticed him, turned around and struck with a powerful blow.
The subordinate screamed and crashed into the guest room like a falling leaf, sending splinters flying everywhere.
Po Yue fought with increasing ferocity, his Dragon-Panding Staff wielding a relentless and impenetrable attack. Liu Meng and his men were like ants trying to shake a tree, helplessly watching their comrades fall one by one. The corridor was filled with shouts of battle, sounds of fighting, and the clang of weapons, creating utter chaos.
Liu Meng's face turned pale. He had not expected Po Yue to be so brave. His own troops were like clay chickens and earthen dogs in front of him, completely vulnerable.
Despite both being at the Core Formation stage, he was being completely suppressed, and despair welled up in his heart. He regretted that he had rashly provoked a fight.
Po Yue swung his Panlong Staff again and lunged at Liu Meng. The staff's shadow filled the sky, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.
Liu Meng opened his eyes wide and desperately resisted. With a loud "bang," Liu Meng's arms went numb and almost broke, and his body stumbled backward.
Before he could even regain his footing, another sweeping attack came down, and he narrowly dodged to the side, the strong wind hitting his face, almost causing serious injury.
Po Yue showed no mercy and launched another vicious attack, aiming straight for Liu Meng's chest. Liu Meng rolled around in a sorry state to avoid it, but as soon as he got up, the Panlong Staff was already above his head.
Liu Meng gritted his teeth and tried to withstand the blow, but the immense force bent his legs, almost causing him to kneel down, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Po Yue launched more than ten rounds of attacks in quick succession, and Liu Meng was like a candle flickering in the wind, barely holding on by instinct and luck.
Finally, after a fierce attack, Liu Meng's defenses collapsed. The Panlong Staff knocked away his weapon and then slammed into his chest.
Liu Meng was struck as if by lightning, and the excruciating pain shot through his heart. His body flew several meters through the air, tumbled down the stairs, and crashed all the way down until he collapsed at the bottom of the stairs, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He looked extremely miserable.
At this moment, he finally realized the vast difference between himself and the man with the long staff.
Faced with such a formidable enemy, he was utterly powerless to resist and had no choice but to submit to slaughter.
The confidence and arrogance they had when they arrived have been shattered.
There were still two Core Formation experts on the other side who hadn't made a move yet, while his own seven half-step Core Formation experts, eleven Foundation Establishment peak experts, plus his entry-level Core Formation lineup, were completely wiped out.
The target of this operation never showed up, and Liu Meng knew in his heart that he had really run into a tough opponent this time.
Po Yue stood proudly amidst the chaos, his Dragon Staff gripped tightly in his hand, coldly surveying Liu Meng and his henchmen on the ground.
His tone was cold: "Get out of here before I break your bones. Otherwise, don't blame me for cleaning up your place again and having people carry you out."
Liu Meng collapsed at the bottom of the stairs. Upon hearing this, he tried to get up, but felt excruciating pain all over his body and could not muster any strength.
The henchmen were all terrified by Po Yue and didn't even have the courage to get up and run away.
Po Yue stepped forward and slammed his dragon-coiled staff into the ground with a heavy thud, like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts, causing Liu Meng and the others to tremble.
Po Yue's eyes showed impatience, and he raised his voice to scold, "Aren't you going to get lost? Do you want me to do it myself?"
At this point, Liu Meng no longer cared about saving face and shouted at his henchmen.
"Quick...help me up, let's go..."
The henchmen snapped out of their daze and hurriedly helped Liu Meng up, supporting each other as they awkwardly made their way out of the inn.
She would take a few steps and then turn back to peek at Po Yue, afraid that he might change his mind and chase after her.
After Liu Meng was carried away, the inn was deathly silent, the tense atmosphere after the fierce battle still lingering in the air.
Lu Xuefeng's face was ashen, and his steps were heavy as he walked towards the front desk of the inn.
Its towering figure seemed to carry an invisible pressure, and with each step it took closer, the shopkeeper's heart trembled more.
Upon reaching the front desk, without hesitation, Lu Xuefeng's right hand shot out like an iron clamp and fiercely grabbed the shopkeeper's collar.
The shopkeeper's feet were lifted off the ground instantly, like a helpless chick being lifted into the air.
Lu Xuefeng's eyes burned with rage, and he forced out a harsh word through gritted teeth.
"Tell me! Who were those people just now?!"
The shopkeeper was terrified, his face turning ashen. He instinctively grabbed Lu Xuefeng's wrists with both hands, trying to ease the pain, but to no avail.
His voice trembled like a leaf as he stammered and begged for mercy: "Sir... please spare me, I... I'll tell you everything."
Seeing that he was sensible, Lu Xuefeng loosened his grip, which felt like an iron clamp.
The shopkeeper felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He breathed a sigh of relief and forced himself to remain calm as he said, "That...that man is called Liu Meng. He is one of the five guards of the City Lord's Mansion. He usually bullies others by relying on his power. He...he has the City Lord's Mansion backing him up."
Lu Xuefeng's brows furrowed deeply, his anger intensifying, as he pressed, "What's going on at the City Lord's Mansion?"
The shopkeeper dared not conceal anything and hurriedly continued, "The City Lord's Mansion is the number one power in Qingmu City. The patriarch, Liu Wujing, is a Nascent Soul Realm Immortal, and there are also many half-Nascent Soul Realm experts in charge. You must not provoke them."
Lu Xuefeng snorted coldly, turned around and strode upstairs, leaving the shopkeeper slumped on the ground, panting heavily.
His face was gloomy as he strode upstairs and entered Han Yi's room.
Inside the room, Han Yi sat idly by the window, his right hand lightly holding a teacup, about to bring it to his lips for a light sip. Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over him.
Su Yao sat gracefully opposite, her clothes fluttering slightly in the wind, her gaze peacefully fixed on the view outside the window.
Tuoba Xun'er stood to Han Yi's left, arms crossed, eyes filled with resentment, glancing at the door from time to time, as if she were on high alert.
There were more than a dozen people standing behind her, their expressions cold and stern, watching Han Yi drink tea intently. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, and everyone was waiting for Lu Xuefeng to speak.
As soon as Lu Xuefeng entered the room, Tuoba Xun'er couldn't contain herself any longer. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she stepped forward, asking loudly.
"Which reckless person dared to cause trouble?"
Before Lu Xuefeng could answer, she impatiently pressed for an answer.
The latter spoke calmly, “They are from the City Lord’s Mansion.”
Upon hearing this, Tuoba Xun'er put her hands on her hips and shouted, "The City Lord's Mansion? How dare they provoke us? They're asking for trouble! Lu Xuefeng and Thirteen Xiao, come with me to deal with them!"
She was about to go and settle accounts with the city lord's mansion.