As expected, there are dandies everywhere. Although the man was wearing a mask, his voice told him he was young. Add to that his impressive strength, and it's easy to infer he's from a prominent background; otherwise, he wouldn't dare to flaunt his power so brazenly on the black market. Mu Hanyan knew there was no chance of fetching such a high price for these one hundred multicolored soul beads, and she secretly cursed.
If he dared to cut off her financial resources in the Holy Court Continent, Miss Mu would have taught him a lesson without waiting for others to intervene. However, since it was not her territory after all, Mu Hanyan could only bear it and turned her gaze to Gao Weihu to see how he would deal with her.
"Damn it, the trouble has come to me, Gao Weihu." A fierce light flashed in Gao Weihu's eyes, and he rushed out with big strides. The ground under his feet shook violently with his fat body.
"Miss Fox, it seems that no one has made an offer. Should these one hundred five-colored soul beads belong to me?" Donkey Head said, looking at the people around him with contempt.
"It belongs to you, it belongs to you shit!" As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flashed and Gao Weihu's huge body appeared in front of him.
"Gao Weihu, what do you want to do?" Donkey Head's eyes were stern, but he did not show any fear.
"What? What do you think I want to do?" Gao Weihu suddenly raised his arm and punched down.
"You dare to attack me!" Donkey Head was prepared and slapped him in the face.
Silver light flashed in the palm of his hand, and a long sword as real as a sword appeared in an instant, revealing a strong murderous intent.
This time, Mu Hanyan finally saw clearly. Judging from the murderous intent, this person should be practicing the Law of Death. It is said that the priests who practice the Law of Death have the strongest attack power among all priests, and their combat power is much stronger than other priests of the same level.
No wonder he dared to come to Gao’s black market to cause trouble. This person is indeed powerful and confident.
Mu Hanyan was secretly sighing when she heard Gao Weihu roar. He reached back with his hand and a huge iron hammer appeared in his hand.
"Swish!" The long sword filled with spiritual energy from Donkey Head slashed across Gao Weihu's chest, leaving a spray of blood.
But at the same time, Gao Weihu's hammer hit his chest heavily, knocking him away directly, using a tactic of mutual destruction.
However, he was fat, his calves were thicker than other people's waists, and his chest was covered with a thick pile of fat. Such an injury obviously did not cause much harm to him, but the donkey's head did not feel so good after he hit it with the hammer.
"You are just a first-level divine heart priest. You don't even ask who my grandfather is. You dare to come to my territory to cause trouble. If I don't teach you a lesson, others will think that I, Gao Weihu, are easy to bully." Without waiting for the donkey's head to fall to the ground, Gao Weihu rushed forward and knocked him to the ground with a hammer. Then, he cursed him and smashed his head and face.
Judging from his strength, Gao Weihu was probably a tenth-order spirit priest. Donkey Head was obviously superior to him. Although he was smashed by him with a hammer, he did not lose his fighting ability. He swung his hands repeatedly, and sword lights flashed one after another, drawing blood mist on Gao Weihu's body.
But Gao Weihu seemed unaware of it, and continued to shout and curse while smashing with hammer after hammer.
Blood was splattered in the hall, and Gao Weihu was covered in blood. A small part of it came out of the donkey's nostrils, but most of it was his own. His fat and big-eared face was covered in blood, and he looked indescribably hideous and ferocious.
Seeing Gao Weihu's ferocious appearance, everyone's eyes showed horror, and they subconsciously retreated to the sides, not even daring to speak to persuade him.
"Madman, this fat guy is a madman!" Mu Hanyan made such an evaluation of Gao Weihu.
She had seen many ruthless people, and none of her subordinates, such as Hua Yu Zirong, were kind people. However, this was the first time she had seen someone so cruel to herself.
This bloody and brutal scene was also deeply imprinted in Mu Hanyan's mind. Many years later, when she recalled her first meeting with one of her eight divine servants, the Crazy Tiger Gao Weihu, she still remembered it vividly.
It has to be said that the difference in strength between Gao Weihu and that donkey-headed man is indeed quite large. There is a qualitative difference between a tenth-order divine priest and a divine heart priest, or even between the lowest-order divine heart priests. However, compared to the difference in strength, the difference in fat between the two seems to be even greater.
Although Donkey Head kept waving his arms, sending out murderous air blades that brought out sprays of blood on Gao Weihu's body, the latter fought more and more ferociously, and the expression on his face became more and more ferocious. As he smashed down hammer after hammer, Donkey Head's movements became slower and slower, and the blood spurting out of his mouth and nose even stained the mask on his face.
"Stop, Gao Weiwu, do you know who I am?" Donkey Head finally couldn't bear the pain anymore and shouted loudly. His voice was trembling, and it was obvious that he was timid and full of fear.
"Zhao Zhiyuan, don't think that I can't recognize you just because you're wearing a donkey head. You're playing tricks on me. Do you think I'm blind?" Gao Weihu slapped the mask off the donkey head's face and said contemptuously.
Mu Hanyan had several black lines on her forehead, and she felt deep contempt for Gao Weihu. It was obviously you who created this bunch of donkey-headed and horse-faced people, but how did it become someone else's tricks? This fat man seemed to be quite shameless.
"You know it's me, but you still dare to attack me, Gao Weihu? You're dead, you're dead." Zhao Zhiyuan said harshly.
"You keep talking so dirty, I'm going to kill you first." Gao Weihu had a ruthless look on his face, and he swung the hammer and started smashing around again.
As mouthfuls of blood and foam spurted out, Zhao Zhiyuan's arms drooped limply. Gao Weihu, still unsatisfied, struck him with a few more heavy blows, smashing the bones of his arms into several pieces. Zhao Zhiyuan uttered a muffled groan and finally fainted.
Looking at Zhao Zhiyuan, who was lying in a pool of blood with almost all his bones broken, and then looking at the fat man next to him who was also covered in blood but looked even more ferocious, everyone was silent, and a chill ran down their backs.
This is what it means that the arrogant are afraid of the stupid, and the stupid are afraid of the desperate.
"I told you not to talk dirty, I told you not to talk dirty, why don't you say anything? Bah!" Gao Weihu threw away the hammer, spat heavily and cursed.
"Sir, is he from the right priest's family?" A subordinate came forward and said cautiously.
"Nonsense, you're the one who's talking nonsense?" Gao Weihu glared at him, then stood up and cursed, "If you dare to come to my territory and cause trouble, I'll beat you up no matter who's the king. See if you're dead. If you're dead, send you back to the Zhao family. If you're not dead, throw you out."
"The auction will continue. Whoever dares to cause trouble again will be dealt with by Zhao Zhiyuan." After saying that, he didn't even look at Zhao Zhiyuan again and staggered towards the back hall.
Although he tried his best to knock Zhao Zhiyuan down, the gap in strength was there, and he was also seriously injured. If it weren't for his fat body, he would have fallen down long ago.
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