Chapter 418

Everyone was stunned. They were completely dumbfounded.

If they had guessed before that this was a different kind of Daoist, then now they were completely sure that this was a real ruffian.

He had nothing to do with the carefree and indifferent true Daoist in their hearts.

What did he mean by he had lived for thousands of years and hated to see others snatch things? That was all nonsense. His real purpose was to get the things on them.

This was not a kind Daoist who would lend a helping hand when he saw injustice. He was a different kind of Daoist who appeared purely to snatch things.

"What's wrong? Weren't you all very arrogant when you snatched other people's things? Why aren't you saying anything now? Tell me, do you all not want to live anymore?" The middle-aged Daoist swept his gaze across the crowd and said coldly.

Everyone had the urge to cry. This was really karma.

They were shouting at the barbarians as if they were going to be beaten or killed. They did not put the barbarians in their eyes at all. Now, in less than a quarter of an hour, they had become the prey in the eyes of others.

The Daoist was too strong. He won against twenty people. Everyone trembled and no one dared to speak.

"If you want to live, then hand over everything on you. Don't force this kind monk to use violence."

When everyone heard this, they had the urge to curse. Only you are a monk, only you are kind. Only one of the barbarians and the female cultivators who did not participate in the battle was not injured.

Among them, Young Master Hai was beaten into a pig's head. Half of his teeth fell out and he spoke with a lisp. Was this something a kind monk would do?

"What's wrong? None of you have any reaction. It seems that wealth is more important than life. Are you all forcing this monk to kill you?"

Everyone was speechless. They did not know what to do with the Daoist. They did not know how to answer, but they also did not know how to answer. They all chose to remain silent.

Not far away, Zi Chen sneered. Clearly, they were waiting for Tuo Ao's arrival.

"Enough. Who are you? How dare you come to my Wild Wolf Stronghold's territory and behave so atrociously." Sure enough, Tuo Ao's voice sounded in the next moment.

He had finally arrived. However, when the latter arrived, he saw everything in front of him with a face of disbelief.

While these people were resolving their conflicts, he was holding back the monk, preventing the other party from coming over to help. He wanted to let the barbarians suffer a little.

However, after hearing the loud sounds and energy fluctuations, he felt that something was amiss and hurried over. He didn't expect to see a middle-aged Daoist intimidating twenty Flight Users. Furthermore, they were all injured. It was clear that they had already fought and were no match for him.

Tuo appeared proudly and stepped forward step by step. He did not underestimate the other party just because he thought that the other party was only at the early stage of the Flight of Flight. Master Kindness was a clear example. Back then, when he was at the early stage of the Flight of Flight, he almost killed a late stage Flight of Flight.

Moreover, the other party was able to fight against 75 people of the same level. This was an existence that was not weaker than Master Kindness.

"Sir, Sir Toao is here."

"Milord, save us!"

Seeing Tuo Ao appear, everyone looked as if they had seen their savior. Their faces were filled with excitement.

"Who are you? Why aren't you bowing to the Virtuous Cultivator?" However, the middle-aged Daoist immediately shouted, startling everyone.

For the Seventh Master to bow, how big was his face? Furthermore, it was a mere early stage Zephyr Realm cultivator. This Daoist was too high quality.

Tuo Ao did not look down on the other party. Instead, he was looked down on. He immediately showed a dissatisfied expression.

"What? Not only are you not bowing to your Virtuous Cultivator, you even dare to show dissatisfaction?" The middle-aged Daoist glared.

Everyone was stupefied once more. This Daoist was clearly deliberately looking for trouble. Did he have the confidence to deal with a late stage Flight of Flight of Flight?

"Stinky Daoist, are your dog eyes blind? You don't even recognize Sir Toao. Wild Wolf Stronghold's Seventh Master bowed to you? Are you worthy?"

"You want Sir to bow to you? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself?"

Tuo Ao frowned, his expression instantly turning cold. Some Flight of Flight of Flight of Flight also took the opportunity to shout.

"What Wild Wolf Stronghold, Wild Dog Stronghold? What Seventh Master and Sixth Master? This Virtuous Cultivator has never heard of them."

The middle-aged Daoist had a ruffian expression as he shouted at Tuo Ao, "Seventh Wolfdog, let me ask you, why aren't you bowing to me when you see me?"

Seventh Wolfdog, what kind of name was that? And he even said that they were bowing to him. In the next moment, everyone looked down and jumped.

They didn't know when, but they were all kneeling on the ground.

As for Tuo Ao, the high and mighty Seventh Master was called Seventh Wolfdog. When had he ever received such humiliation? His nose was about to become crooked from anger.

"Brazen, are your dog eyes blind? A mere early stage Flight of Flight of Flight dares to call our master that? Who gave you the dog guts?!"

"Did you eat a leopard's gall?! You dare be so rude?!"

"Insulting Wild Wolf Stronghold, insulting Seventh Master?! You are courting death!"

These people were enraged from shame. After getting up, they all began to loudly berate him, venting their dissatisfaction.

A bunch of flies were making a ruckus. The middle-aged priest frowned and his face was filled with displeasure. He swept everyone with a cold gaze and said coldly, "All of you kneel. How bold. Did I allow all of you to get up?"

"You damned Daoist! Stinky Daoist! Rogue Daoist!"

As soon as the Daoist finished speaking, he was instantly swallowed by the clamor. Each person spoke one sentence, making twenty sentences. It could be said that the more people there were, the more words there were. The Daoist was just one person, so he naturally couldn't beat them in a war of words.

"Enough! Now, whoever dares to say another word, I'll kill them!" In the end, the Daoist let out an explosive shout.

As soon as he finished speaking, a dense killing intent appeared in his eyes. Boundless killing intent caused people's hearts to tremble. Many people subconsciously shut their mouths.

"Hmph, stinky Daoist, do you think you-" But there were still people who were disdainful. Relying on their arrogance, they were not afraid of the Daoist's threat.

But before he finished speaking, his voice abruptly stopped.

"Pfft!"

A head flew high from the body, its eyes filled with disdain and ridicule. The headless corpse crazily spurted out blood and fell backwards.

The Flight of Flight of Flight that had spoken was instantly beheaded.

Everyone was stunned, so frightened that they shut their mouths. No one saw how the Daoist attacked, and by the time they noticed, the Daoist was already dead.

Everyone felt a chill down their spines, feeling a cold wind on their necks. Many people were glad that the one who spoke just now was not them.

The Daoist was still standing in the same place, as if he had not moved a single step. But in the distance, a Flight of Flight had died. Such a strange speed was shocking.

All around, there was dead silence. No one dared to speak.

"What a fast speed. Is this what he's relying on?"

Tuo Ao's expression changed, coldly looking at the middle-aged Daoist. The anger that had just risen was slowly fading away under such extreme speed. Just now, when the Daoist attacked, he actually did not react.

The middle-aged Daoist glanced at Tuo Ao and said, "Seventh Wolf Dog, since you are their Wolf Dog, then I will not make things difficult for you. Hand over all your wealth, and I can let you go. This Great Virtue Cultivator is not willing to kill again."

Everyone was speechless. Asking for all their wealth, this was not called making things difficult. In an instant, one person was killed cleanly, who knew how many people he had killed.

Moreover, in their hearts, each and every one of them thought that the middle-aged Daoist was too arrogant. A mere early Flight of Flight dared to ask the Seventh Master to hand over his wealth. He really had guts. His speed was fast, but his combat power was not necessarily strong. It was possible that he could not even break through the Seventh Master's defense.

"Good, good, good. I, Tuo Ao, never thought that the first time I, Tuo Ao, was looked down upon and robbed of my things, it was actually an early Flight of Flight." Tuo Ao's anger that had just subsided was once again ignited because of the words' Seventh Wolf Dog '.

He was finally angry, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "If you want my wealth, then let's see if you have the strength to do so."

"Seventh Wolf Dog, I advise you to be rational. You have been here all your life, but this old Daoist has been here for thousands of years. Don't cause another bloody battle because of some worldly possessions. Seventh Wolf Dog, you have to think twice."

Everyone was speechless. This was too outrageous, calling him Seventh Wolf Dog. Was he trying to anger the Seventh Master to death?

"Ahhh!"

The Seventh Master madly roared, completely enraged, "Let's fight, you stinking Daoist. Don't talk nonsense."

"Isn't it just a battle? Seventh Wolf Dog, I've been waiting for you to say that. I, the Virtuous Unfettered, have never tasted defeat in my thousands of years in the Chaotic Lands.

"Die!"

Tuo Ao was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. He decided to take the initiative and not listen to his opponent's words. Otherwise, he would die from anger. With a roar, his aura surged and he extended a large hand.

The large hand glowed, and rays of light circulated. The dome of the sky rumbled as a huge energy palm appeared, carrying a terrifying might as it ruthlessly attacked the middle-aged Daoist.

"Bang."

The middle-aged Daoist lightly sent out a palm. It was natural and unrestrained. The small palm landed on the large hand, causing a huge explosion and terrifying ripples to spread out.

The large hand was shattered, and the middle-aged Daoist was forced back several steps. The two of them were actually evenly matched.

Everyone was shocked. Just where did this Virtuous Unfettered come from? He was actually so powerful that he could fight someone two levels above him.

"Stinking Daoist, die!"

After that attack, Tuo Ao's figure flashed, and endless killing intent surged around him as he charged towards the middle-aged Daoist.

"Seventh Wolf Dog, watch out!" The middle-aged Daoist also charged forward.

In the sky, a fierce battle broke out. The sounds of explosions were like thunder, spreading everywhere. The two of them were very fast, like two rays of light. The more they fought, the faster they became.

The Virtuous Unfettered, with his early stage Zephyr strength, was able to fight against a late stage Zephyr Realm Head. Such battle strength was shocking.

"When did such a person appear in the Bedlam Lands? How come I've never heard of the Virtuous Unfettered Cultivator?" The more Tuo Ao fought, the more shocked he became. His opponent's strength could be described as unfathomable.

"Seventh Wolf Dog, you're very weak." From time to time, the middle-aged Daoist's mocking voice rang out. Clearly, his opponent was still very relaxed.

And every time he called him Seventh Wolf Dog, it would ignite Tuo Ao's anger, causing him to attack with even more ferocious battle skills.

As time passed, the surrounding people were all dumbfounded. The Seventh Head of Wild Wolf Stronghold in their eyes was fighting against an early stage Zephyr Realm Head. Not only was he unable to gain the upper hand, he was actually being suppressed.

"How is this possible? Lord Tuo Ao is being suppressed."

"This is impossible. That Daoist is only at the early stage Zephyr Realm."

Everyone's expression changed, and they were incomparably shocked. Even the previously arrogant young man's eyes were filled with shock.