Although he knew he had been deceived again, Murong quickly composed himself.
"Frankly, I’m quite interested in this matter, but I prefer to ask her myself rather than having everyone point it out to me."
The Ba Mountain Taoist laughed and said, "So Young Hero Murong, you really intend to be our enemy?"
Meat Buddha couldn’t help sneering, "Giving you and Old Demon Duan some face, I address you as Young Hero Murong. Without giving you face, you are nothing!"
"Do you really think we can’t kill you?"
Murong sat there, suddenly his expression became fearful, "Your words do scare me."
The tone of Meat Buddha changed again, becoming gentle, "We would indeed respect you if you were willing to reconsider."
But at this moment, Murong suddenly changed the topic, "Absolutely not! Righteousness and evil cannot coexist. Sitting here today, the thing I suddenly most want to do is to kill several of you, or be killed by you."
The two Meat Buddhas’ smiles grew even sweeter, interestedly said.
At this moment, Ba Mountain Taoist and his strongmen turned around, all looking towards him, smiling and said, "Then come on."
Murong smiled and gripped the handle of his knife, saying, "Come on."
The next moment, only two snaps were heard, and two table legs turned into bolts of lightning, attacking Murong...
Almost at the same time, in a quiet alley on the west side of Small Spring Town, three drunkards were staggering along the road.
They, the "West Mountain Three Tigers", were also considered fierce men in the Martial World, the kind who drinks without paying.
So, they had just been beaten up by the restaurant owner and his men, their faces bruised blue and purple.
Yet even though the second tiger of West Mountain had been beaten to the point of vomiting blood, it still couldn’t stop their habit of freeloading.
Freeloading is bliss!
Even if beaten to death, that was their justification.
They "West Mountain Three Tigers" had some reputation in the Martial World, truly living on the edge by freeloading.
People in the Martial World fear being plain and unremarkable, lacking any unique traits.
The second tiger, while vomiting blood and wine, said, "We’ll continue to drink there tomorrow."
"Good, if the owner doesn’t beg for mercy on his knees, then we are not the West Mountain Three Tigers."
"Big Brother, Third, my body might not hold up, but if the owner kills me tomorrow, remember to keep freeloading with the compensation money. We cannot let the name of the West Mountain Three Tigers fall." The second tiger instructed.
"Second Brother, if you can’t make it, just go peacefully, we can’t forget such a matter. Remember, when you’re down there, have a good life with our fourth, fifth, and sixth brothers."
When they first started in the Martial World, they were the West Mountain Six Tigers.
And just then, the second tiger suddenly said, "Do you hear that, what sound?"
This little alley had few inhabitants, always quiet, due to it being haunted, very few dared to come here.
Hearing the second tiger mention it, the other two tigers became cautious.
"Second Brother, did you drink too much and mishear?" The third tiger couldn’t help asking.
"No mistake, maybe I’m about to die, I’m closer to the spirits, so I can hear them speaking." The second tiger said.
At this, the sobriety of the first and third tigers sobered up considerably, a chill overtaking their bodies.
At this moment, they truly heard some sounds.
Suddenly, the sound of suona music blasted loudly, and the rotten windows in the alley shook.
Then, there was a shower of flowers from the sky, silver light flickering.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Out of nowhere, about twenty people in white appeared in the alley, with a wave of their hands, long swords flying up into air, forming a line.
"Huangshan Sword Sect, a sub-sect, greets the arrival of Huangshan Six Swords!"
Following this, six people arrived, walking on swords.
Among the six, five wore fluttering robes, and from where the West Mountain Three Tigers were standing, they could even see their undergarments beneath the skirts.
In the next instant, the suona music reached its peak, while those West Mountain Six Swords already stood on the high ground of the alley, their Sword Qi cold, their demeanor elegant.
Upon hearing "Huangshan Six Swords", the West Mountain Tiger shuddered.
For they were, after all, famous Huangshan Swordsmen, genuine experts.
But the West Mountain Three Tigers were somewhat baffled, how come five of the Huangshan Six Swords had turned into women?
At that moment, the square-faced woman among them spoke out, "The Six Swords have been unsheathed, tomorrow shall be the death date of the Old Demon!"
The West Mountain Three Tigers couldn’t help but shudder.
For they could only think of one name—Old Demon Duan.
Around Wangchun City, where good and evil mingle, evil demons abound, but the most renowned is still Old Demon Duan, who had left a very prominent demonic reputation in the graveyard!
Old Demon Duan, mysterious in his movements, could it be that he was still around Wangchun City?
Huangshan Six Swords were challenging Old Demon Duan?
No way, tomorrow would not be a day for freeloading!
Even if it meant death, finding an excellent spot to watch the excitement was crucial!