Good shoes shouldn't be worn when stepping in dog poop.
"Hey, you bastard with the sickle, tell me, do I look like a human? Or like a god?"
The old weasel stopped some distance from Lauki, beckoned to him with its paw, and said in a condescending tone.
A Japanese sycophant, unaware of the old weasel's power, was eager to impress the gods of his master's country and jumped out, pointing at the old weasel and angrily rebuking him.
"How dare you, you beast!"
"This is Lord Lauky, a deity from the American pantheon..."
Bang!
The old weasel stuck out its big butt and farted, killing the man instantly, turning him into a cloud of blood mist.
It's been a long time since I've seen this old guy. His cultivation level is terrifying. He can instantly kill a half-step Martial Saint.
It's truly impressive.
It's pitiful that a dignified half-step Martial Saint expert didn't die on the battlefield, but instead died from the stench of a weasel.
It's incredibly frustrating.
A dark green, foul-smelling mist of farts spread out, enveloping the surroundings, obscuring numerous figures, reducing visibility to extremely low levels, and mingling with an incredibly pungent odor.
The surrounding martial artists clutched their stomachs and ran to the side to vomit, bringing up their dinner from the previous night.
Many enemy warriors felt dizzy and their vision blurred; their cultivation was being continuously eroded and declined.
"Ugh... Damn it, I even threw up my dinner from last night."
"Damn it... this weasel's farts smell even worse than before."
"My eyes are so spicy I can't open them."
"That's fucking disgusting."
"Skinning and pulling out tendons".
"Chop it up and feed it to the dogs."
The faces of many Japanese martial artists turned green, and they gritted their teeth, glaring angrily at the old weasel.
But no one else was willing to step forward.
Fighting a beast is shameful if you lose, and it's not honorable if you win either.
If I were to die from a fart, and that got out, wouldn't people laugh their heads off?
On the scene, Lauki was furious, and a raging fire burned in his sinister eyes.
He vowed to chop that wretched old weasel into mincemeat...
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