Lou Munan waved his hand, and boxes were placed on the table one by one. When these boxes were opened, they were dazzling and bright, clearly containing items that A Yao had previously set her sights on at the Tianbao Pavilion.
"I've given you everything." Lou Munan smiled at A Yao.
Ayao glanced at the things, glared fiercely at Lou Munan, and desperately suppressed the urge to attack. She said coldly, "Get lost!"
"Are you angry about what happened last time? I'll apologize, okay?" Lou Munan's voice softened, his voice filled with a seductive power.
Ayao stared at his face, almost mistaking him for Xu Fengzhi. The murderous intent in her eyes gradually faded, but she soon realized that her emotions had been affected again. Her heart trembled, and she immediately stood up and took a few steps back.
A flash of cold light, and the Frostfall Sword appeared in A Yao's hand. She pointed the sword at Lou Munan: "You still dare to mention it?"
Crackling sounds filled the air as ice began to form on the ground beneath A Yao's feet. The frost quickly spread to the tables, chairs, pillars, and walls.
Seeing A Yao's murderous intent, which was almost tangible, Nangong Qi stood up and said to Lou Munan, "Senior Brother Xu, A Yao doesn't want to see you. You should leave!"
However, Nangong Qi was invisible to Lou Munan. He looked at the sword in A Yao's hand and walked towards A Yao step by step. He grabbed the blade of the Jing Shuang sword, and the sharp blade cut his palm. Blood dripped onto the floor, staining it red.
"Do you hate me that much?" Lou Munan looked at A Yao with a face full of sorrow and pain.
His behavior undoubtedly angered A Yao.
He killed the man she loved and then put on this disgusting show right in front of her. Enraged, A Yao drew her Frostbite Sword and kicked Lou Munan in the stomach. With a loud bang, Lou Munan smashed through the wall and flew out before Nangong Qi could even react.
Bang, bang, bang sounds rang out continuously. A Yao kicked Lou Munan away, sending him flying hundreds of feet, crashing through the walls of several shops, and then she flashed after him.
Standing there, Nangong Qi stared blankly at the large hole beside him, feeling countless divine senses directed his way. The cultivators on the street also looked up at the teahouse.
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Bang!
In a certain market town, a figure suddenly crashed to the ground, creating a deep crater.
The monks nearby instinctively took a few steps back as they watched the man stand up from the pit.
He was a very young man in black, tall and handsome, with captivating amber eyes. Although he was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and looked quite disheveled, he still managed to draw the attention of many female cultivators nearby.
The man in black was at the late Nascent Soul stage. He had clearly been blasted over there. Who was it? Who could make a late Nascent Soul cultivator so disheveled? Could it be an old monster at the Void Refinement stage? He had provoked an old monster at the Void Refinement stage.
The mere thought of a powerful monster in the Void Refinement stage sent shivers down many people's spines, causing them to retreat further and further away, fearing that if the city gates caught fire, the innocent bystanders would be caught in the crossfire.
A purple streak descended, and the one who caught up was a young girl, a girl with only the cultivation of the Nascent Soul stage. This girl was only at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, but her appearance was stunning, leaving many people stunned.
The young woman, her face contorted with rage, grabbed the man by the collar, lifted him up, and slammed him to the ground. Despite being a delicate and beautiful young woman, she possessed incredible strength. With that slam, the ground and the surrounding buildings trembled, and the street cracked into a spiderweb pattern.
The man in black coughed up blood and got up, only to be kicked by the girl as soon as he stood up.
He was kicked away again, crashing into a wall with a bang.
Everyone stared in disbelief as the stunningly beautiful girl in purple brutally beat the man in black. A late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator at the peak of his cultivation was beating a late-stage Divine Transformation cultivator. How interesting!
Looking at the girl's stunning beauty, he thought to himself: They must be a couple of Daoists!
If not, why didn't the man fight back? Suddenly, everyone was filled with all sorts of gossip. What a fierce female cultivator! She's practically beating her husband to death!
Could it be that this man is having an affair?
The commotion attracted countless onlookers, with divine senses pouring in from all directions, including several Void Refinement stage elders. These elders had previously witnessed Lou Munan kill the three demonic cultivators, and now, seeing Lou Munan being brutally beaten, they were all dumbfounded.
This, this is...
They naturally didn't believe that a Nascent Soul stage female cultivator could defeat an old man who was suspected to be in the Integration stage so easily. Seeing that A Yao was beautiful, they thought to themselves: This old man has quite the taste...
Quirks are something everyone has, right?
Some people recognized who A Yao was, but seeing her brutal appearance, they dared not say a word. Some male cultivators who had been saved by A Yao and had developed feelings for her immediately lost their crush after seeing her fiercely beating Lou Mu Nan.
Ah Yao was furious. You like to act like a victim, you like to pretend, right? Fine, I'll let you act, I'll let you pretend!
As she continued beating him, she remembered that this was Xu Fengzhi's body, and she was beating Xu Fengzhi's body. Seeing Lou Munan spitting blood, she felt a tearing pain in her heart.
She wondered if Xu Fengzhi looked like this when he was murdered.
Hatred, anger, pain, sorrow...
Torn between a myriad of emotions, she struck Lou Munan in the chest with her final palm, sending him flying dozens of feet away before he vanished in a streak of light.
Ayao knew she couldn't kill him now; he was just putting on an act, that old geezer with his twisted sense of humor. If she were to actually kill him, he certainly wouldn't just sit there waiting to be killed, so she knocked him away and left.
It's alright, it's alright, very soon, her trap will be set.
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In a certain pavilion, a red-haired demon cultivator was meditating and healing himself. This red-haired demon cultivator was the same one who had been severely injured by Lou Munan's mere glance earlier.
While he was meditating, he suddenly sensed something, raised his head, and heard a loud bang.
Then he saw a figure smash through the barrier he had set up, crash through the wall, and land in front of him, creating a large crater.
When he saw clearly who was in the pit, he froze. It was as if countless icicles were pointing at him, and if he moved, they would pierce his body.
An eerie black mist rose from the pit, and the people inside were pulled up in bizarre positions as if by invisible threads. The handsome man in black twisted his body, his bones cracking, and his sunken chest instantly flattened, the blood flowing out flowing backward.
An aura of fear emanated from the man in black, causing the red-haired demon cultivator's heart to pound violently. In front of this man in black, he felt as if he had regressed to his weak, newborn self, where a single thought from the man could reduce him to ashes.
He was sweating profusely.
Why is he so unlucky? Why did he run into this monster again?
The red-haired demon was secretly groaning.
Instinct screamed at him to run, but reason kept him still. He knew perfectly well that if he moved even slightly, he would be annihilated.
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