Chapter 3831 — Swaggering About
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Since Yu Jiang had spoken thus, Nan Tianyong naturally wasted no more time. He nodded and sneered, "I told you before: to speak with this granddaddy, a lowly ant like you is nowhere near worthy. Now die!"
With that, true qi swiftly gathered in Nan Tianyong's palm, and in an instant his killing intent surged to the heavens!
Yet Wei Zhao seemed not to regard Nan Tianyong's strike—one fully capable of annihilating him—as worth a glance. With a faint smile, he slung the sack of spirit-herb materials he had bought from the Hong Merchant Guild over his back, turned, and walked off as though nothing were happening.
"??" What the hell was this brat playing at? Had he come all this way to stand before them just to mock and provoke them with his life? Was there a hole in this kid's head?
Nan Tianyong did not hesitate. Urged on by Yu Jiang's gaze at his side, he made to split Wei Zhao dead with a single palm strike right there in the street. Who the hell cared whether the brat's head had a hole in it? Since he had come courting death before him, then let him have his wish and die!
As an inspecting deacon of the Soaring Heaven Pavilion, Nan Tianyong might not have been the sharpest mind, but he knew full well what could and could not be done.
The law of the jungle had always been the most fundamental rule of the cultivation world. No matter how many rules and bounds were set, this had remained unchanged since ancient times. In other words, killing was always perfectly normal in the cultivation world—only that in some places one could do it without a care, while in others certain limits applied.
Generally speaking, in any public place there were scruples about killing, and the Inner Street before them—a high-class district where only the rich and noble came and went—had its share of scruples in abundance.
To Nan Tianyong, however, with his strength and standing, so long as he did not lay hands on a disciple of the Threefold Pavilion, he could cut down Lin Er, a rootless rogue cultivator, in broad daylight before a crowd, and no one would do a thing to him.
After all, the only body in the Threefold Pavilion truly responsible for handling such killings was the Law Enforcement Hall. But remember—he, Nan Tianyong, was himself a member of the Law Enforcement Hall, merely stationed at the Soaring Heaven Pavilion.
What was more, by the unwritten rules within the Law Enforcement Hall, unless a matter involved disciples of the Threefold Pavilion itself, the lives of mere rootless rogue cultivators were of no concern to them—they would not even spend manpower on it.
Yet just as Nan Tianyong was about to strike, just as Wei Zhao seemed about to meet a violent end, a dozen or so powerful auras suddenly descended upon him all at once. Like those few skilled retainers he had encountered earlier at the Hong Merchant Guild, every one of these auras belonged to someone whose strength surpassed his own, a peak late-stage Foundation Establishment expert!
The warning implicit in these dozen or so formidable auras that had sprung up out of nowhere was self-evident. Even a tough man like Nan Tianyong could not help but shiver, for this ominous feeling suddenly reminded him of that stifling humiliation he had suffered at the Hong Merchant Guild last time.
The Jianghu was a treacherous place, and cultivators rarely meddled in others' affairs. Especially a situation like this—a host of formidable experts bursting out of nowhere—simply could not occur under normal circumstances. These people had not even shown their faces, but their identities could be guessed at with one's toes: they must be the skilled retainers kept on retainer by the surrounding establishments, the Hong Merchant Guild among them.