Yes, because the woman's cultivation level was higher than the man's, so she suppressed him with force.

The surrounding disciples didn't stop it; instead, they stared at it intently, as if it were a side dish to accompany their meal.

Although the fight did not damage the man's cultivation foundation, his still handsome face was covered in bruises and red marks, looking like a palette.

That was amazing!

Lu Wu glanced at his own cultivation level at the early stage of Golden Core, and then looked at the group of disciples in front of him, most of whom were at the Foundation Establishment stage, and suddenly realized that he was quite a figure.

Indeed, one's own strength is the key to success.

Otherwise, in the end, we won't even be able to protect a rabbit's head.

"Mr. Lu..."

The male cultivator walked hesitantly to Lu Wu's side, raising his swollen face to look at her.

Unfortunately, the other person had very trendy panda eyes, making it difficult for Lu Wu to discern their thoughts from their swollen eyelids.

But she understands what diners want.

"The rabbit heads are sold out."

She pointed to the large pot, where only a little bit of braising liquid remained.

Fearing the other party wouldn't believe her, Lu Wu even used a shovel to rummage around inside a few times to make sure there were no rabbit head remnants.

How could this be?

The male cultivator cried.

Tears of humiliation streamed from his eyes, down his swollen cheeks, stained pale red by the blood at the corner of his mouth, and fell onto the stall with a soft thud.

The combination of blood and tears was so powerful that Lu Wu couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Bro, you're in a really bad situation.

But I'm really gone.

"Wow!"

The male cultivator, who had lost both his wife and the rabbit head, suddenly collapsed.

Amidst the deafening cries, numerous calls echoed through the mountains and forests—the mocking laughter of the gossiping monsters.