"Hmph, Emperor Wu is destined to lose?"
Their words attracted the attention of a table of young people nearby.
A man dressed in silk garnts stood up, casting his gaze towards Nie Yuan, "Back in the day, their battle was evenly matched, Emperor Wu has never been inferior to anyone, how could he possibly lose to the Peerless Saint?"
"I was just repeating what I’ve heard. If you find it unpleasant, you are free to leave. What does it matter to you?"
Nie Shu frowned. After all, he was the second Young Master of the Nie Family and had quite a reputation across the eight lands.
Now, while he was conversing with Mo Wangchen, a stranger unexpectedly interrupted, how could he show a good face to such a person?
"I am Luo Hong of the Luo Family, and I don’t appreciate you disrespecting the Emperor Wu’s reputation here." The youth in silk garnts was assertive, gazing at Nie Shu with hostility.
"Luo Family? The Luo Family in the Martial Land?"
Upon hearing the other’s self-introduction, Nie Shu’s brows furrowed slightly.
In the Martial Land, among the ancient families led by the Martial God Clan, the Luo Family was one of them.
No wonder Luo Hong was targeting him; from a certain perspective, the Luo Family was an affiliate of the Martial God Clan, and as a mber of the Luo Family, Luo Hong couldn’t stand soone speaking badly about Emperor Wu in his presence.
"You know it’s the Luo Family, yet you don’t apologize imdiately? If your words reach Emperor Wu’s ears, the consequences will be far more severe than just an apology." Luo Hong snorted coldly.
"Apologize?"
Hearing his words, Nie Shu was imdiately displeased, "Why should I apologize? After the battle back then, there has been a constant rumor that Emperor Wu is not as good as the Peerless Saint. I’m not the only one saying it. Does the Luo Family think they’re so remarkable? Do you expect to apologize for a re remark?"
"How dare you! Do you know that Brother Luo Hong is the third son of the current Saint Master of the Luo Family? Regardless of status or rank, he is not soone you can offend. Apologize to him imdiately, or don’t bla us for being rude!"
Before Luo Hong could say anything, the young n accompanying him had already stood up, casting hostile gazes, looking ready to strike Nie Shu down.
"What if you’re the third son of the Luo Family’s Saint Master? Is that so impressive? Today, I will indeed offend you. How about that?"
Nie Shu was equally stirred up, finding it sowhat amusing internally. Though the Luo Family was indeed an affiliate under the Martial God Clan, the Nie Family was also one of the ancient families under the Desolate Divine Clan.
Moreover, he was the second Young Master of the Nie Family, how could he show weakness to others?
Let alone apologize to this third son of the Luo Family for a re word.
As for Luo Hong, Nie Shu had occasionally heard him ntioned by others once or twice.
His cultivation was not even close compared to his two brothers; it was said he was still only at the Early Stage of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, notorious for being a playboy in the Martial Land, relying on his status as the third Young Master of the Luo Family, often bullying ordinary cultivators with no fa.
To Nie Shu, such a person, who was inferior in both cultivation and status, was soone he could not possibly fear.
"Alright, you must have so guts, daring to offend even . Grab this kid, break his limbs, drag him out, and parade him in public!"
Luo Hong narrowed his eyes, with a cold glint flashing, his gaze fell upon Nie Shu with an incessant sardonic smile. Then he glanced at Mo Wangchen, who had just spoken with Nie Shu, "Beat his friend up heavily as well, see if they dare look down on the Luo Family in the future."
"I am really impressed by playboys like you, growing up as if you’ve been feeding on crap, always acting as if you’re the world’s number one. Seems like you’ve never been beaten, see if I don’t beat you till Nie can’t recognize you today!"
With anger led to laughter, Nie Shu said it was just fine to target him, but to point the finger at Mo Wangchen as well was simply courting death.
"Bang bang bang!"
As soon as the words dropped, he imdiately made his move, with his peak cultivation at the Middle Stage of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, dealing with just Luo Hong and his group of pig-like friends was no challenge.
A series of dull sounds could be heard, followed by several figures accompanied by so screams, flying out.
"Bang..."
When others in the attic reacted, Luo Hong’s friends who were behind him had already been struck to the ground by Nie Shu, one by one, a chorus of wails filling the air.
"You!"
Luo Hong also ca to his senses, his expression changed imdiately, while these were often flattering to him, among them were so rather capable individuals, two of whom shared the sa Early Stage of the Heavenly Immortal Realm level as himself.
Yet, they were unexpectedly taken down by just a single blow from Nie Shu.
"Who are you?!"
Though he was surprised, he was not afraid, with his identity intact, Luo Hong did not think they dared harm him. Having arrived in the Land of Desolate with his second brother, he planned to tell him about this and have him teach this reckless guy a lesson.
"Bah, a playboy raised like you dares to ask my na?"
Nie Shu scoffed, completely dismissing Luo Hong, he had no ti for those who bullied the weak. In the Martial Land, Luo Hong often oppressed ordinary cultivators.
"You!"
Hearing the second insult directed at him, Luo Hong was completely enraged.
"Pa!"
But before he could say anything, a swift blur crossed his vision, Nie Shu instantly moved, appearing right in front of him, sending a fierce slap.
Suddenly, an unmistakable handprint appeared on Luo Hong’s face.
"You want to apologize? Now, it’s your turn to apologize to us!"
Who was Mo Wangchen? Not long ago, he proved his Dao, defied the Thousand Divine Tribulations, in terms of qualifications and talent, far surpassing all Emperors of this age. Even Emperor Wu would not dare slight Mo Wangchen.
Yet this clueless Luo Hong wanted to teach Mo Wangchen a lesson?
This was undoubtedly courting death!
"Ah! You dare hit ?!"
Luo Hong was furious, covering his cheek, feeling utterly humiliated. As the third Young Master of the Luo Family, when had anyone dared to touch a hair on his head?
Let alone being slapped in front of a crowd.
"So what if I hit you? Today, I’ll beat you till even your parents can’t recognize you!"
With those words, Nie Shu began punching and kicking Luo Hong directly, in just a few moves, had him beaten to the ground, his cheeks swelling like a pig’s head.
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