Listening to these Cultivators discussing the Emperor Qi Sword Body and calling someone a useless piece of trash, for some reason, the aged middle-aged man suddenly raised his head and violently smashed the wine pot in his hand to the ground.
"Bang," the wine pot shattered, and the wine splashed out, causing all the quarreling to come to an abrupt halt.
Inside the restaurant, there was a dead silence.
"He’s not a waste! My son is not a waste, you are the waste! Not a waste, not a waste!"
"He’s not a waste! Not at all! Once I master the Supreme Forget Love Swordsmanship and pass it on to Yan’er, we can start all over again, ah!"
"He’s not a waste, he’s not a waste..."
The middle-aged man was both crying and howling, his voice harrowing, which would shock the listeners and terrify the onlookers.
"Not a waste? So you are that waste, Zhou Wangchen! Truly, you were easy to find! You really were here!"
"Haha, what a joke, not a waste? That Emperor Qi Wasted Body, with its Sword Spirit already shattered, was there any chance of survival? If he stood here now, I, Yun Kuang, could slay him a thousand times over with one stroke of my sword!"
"Damn, disturbing my drink, what an annoyance!"
Unlike the middle-aged man’s insanity, those Cultivators had not a trace of sympathy; instead, they watched his frenzied actions and openly mocked him.
"He’s not a waste, my son is not a waste!"
The middle-aged man, seemingly mad, staggered toward the crowd that was laughing and insulting him.
But in that moment, a purple-clad middle-aged man with a twisted beard among those laughing brazenly moved. His foot lashed out with extreme speed, fiercely striking the middle-aged man, who, as if not seeing it at all, still charged over in madness.
A muffled sound followed, and the middle-aged man’s body was hurled backward at an even greater speed, slamming forcefully onto a table, overturning it along with the well-prepared banquet on it.
"A little leniency for those who can give leniency," spoke up a somewhat plump young Cultivator who stood up with a bit of a cold voice.
"So, it’s Master Wang Ze. Today, you best stay out of this, it’s not something you can handle!"
"Humph, knowing that it’s me, Wang Ze, you still tell me I can’t handle it?"
The plump young Cultivator said somewhat arrogantly.
"The Wang Family might have some capabilities, but compared to the ancient powers, it’s far behind! Just shut up and mind your own business, otherwise I’ll stomp on you as well!"
This middle-aged man with the twisted beard said disdainfully.
Upon hearing this, Wang Ze’s face went cold, highly displeased, but the next moment, the fat on his face suddenly trembled a few times, as if sensing something, his expression changed, "You— I didn’t expect... alright, I’ll pretend I never saw anything, I won’t get involved!"
"Master Wang, you mean..."
"Brother, why are you defending such a waste..."
"Let’s leave, brothers. Since Zhou Wangchen has appeared, then... this place will surely become a bloodbath. I, Wang Ze, may lack in many skills, but my sense of danger has always been acute. Good predictions often fail, but bad situations, they are eerily accurate every single time,"
Wang Ze said with a grave expression.
At this time, the arrogant purple-clad middle-aged man had already stepped fiercely onto the face of the hapless middle-aged man.
"You’re not a waste? If you weren’t, would you have ended up ?! You got what you deserved, a toad lusting after swan meat. Having done what you did, you should have expected this end!"
The middle-aged man kept grinding his foot on the head of the dejected middle-aged man wearing cotton, pain was evident on the latter’s bewildered face, yet he seemed oblivious, mumbling over and over, "Not a waste, not a waste..."
"Let’s move, everyone."
At this moment, the plump black-armored Cultivator Wang Ze felt an inexplicable tremor in his heart, and without another thought, he directly maneuvered his Sword Spirit to soar away as a rainbow.
The few Cultivators in green, black, and purple Spirit Armor around Wang Ze paused for a moment, no longer caring about the overturned table, and instantly flew out of the restaurant as well.
From a distance, this group of people stood in the Void, watching the restaurant from afar.
"Brother Wang Ze, let’s see how accurate your sense is this time."
"If there’s real danger, is it Ji Tianxu that’s coming? Or is Zhou Yuntian going to slaughter Zhou Wangchen here, performing Soul Extraction to create a Sword Spirit?"
"It must be that powerful woman planning to remove the roots, right? Zhou Wangchen really is formidable, to think he went mad. If he hadn’t revealed himself, who would have known he was Zhou Wangchen!"
The group of Cultivators around Wang Ze couldn’t help but discuss among themselves.
However, Wang Ze just frowned slightly and squinted toward the restaurant with his eyes, which were smaller than a mouse’s.
Soon after, his face showed greater alarm as he said indecisively, "I... why do I see... the Emperor Qi Sword Body?"
"He... he was dead for two days, wasn’t he? Is he truly alive?"
"Could it be... he has already fused with the Ancestor Blood?"
Wang Ze started muttering to himself inexplicably, while his companions couldn’t make out what he was saying, simply thinking the plump man was having another one of his fits.
"Say it! Zhou Wangchen is a waste! Zhou Yan is a bastard!"
"He’s not a waste! My son is not a waste! NO!"
The crazed Zhou Wangchen, still fixated on those words, kept repeating them over and over again.
The middle-aged man seemed to relish tormenting and stimulating an already crazed individual and became infuriated upon hearing Zhou Wangchen endure such torture and still speak in such a manner.
"If you don’t say it, then I’ll make you—"
"Bullying someone who has already gone mad, do you have no shame?"