Chapter 1907

As one of the prominent great families in the Immortal Realm, the Wu family's strength, compared to that of the Guo family, could be said to be evenly matched, difficult to tell superiority.

However, even so, a mere young master of the Wu family, even adding the eye-catching identity of the Young City Lord of the Cooking King Immortal City, still appears insignificant and dim before Huang Lao, a venerable and profoundly cultivated great expert.

After all, how could the Cooking King Immortal City lightly offend an absolute expert like Huang Lao, who possesses heaven-shaking, earth-splitting power, just for the sake of a Young City Lord?

As for the Wu family, there is no need to say more; they likely dare not even breathe, let alone openly defy Huang Lao's authority.

At this moment, seeing that Huang Lao had already aroused intense killing intent, the situation became perilous.

Hei Lao was anxious beyond measure, no longer able to care for much; seeing him tumble and crawl forward in panic, he rushed to Wu Zhong's front at top speed, and without hesitation spread his arms, tightly shielding him behind himself.

At this moment, Hei Lao had no leisure to mind Wu Zhong's various foolish actions earlier; his sole thought was to ensure Wu Zhong's safety no matter what.

Thus, Hei Lao lowered his head with a pleading expression and begged Huang Lao.

"Huang Lao, please be magnanimous and forgive this ignorant child; just now he was indeed overcome by anger, losing his reason, but he absolutely had no intention of offending you, Huang Lao; even if you gave him a hundred courages, he would dare not harbor the slightest disrespect toward you."

However, facing Hei Lao's heartfelt plea, Huang Lao merely stared at him with an expressionless, indifferent gaze, seemingly unmoved.

After a while, Huang Lao slowly opened his mouth to ask.

"Oh? You want to protect him?"

Hearing this, Hei Lao involuntarily trembled all over and stammered in reply, "I... I..."

Before Hei Lao could finish speaking, Huang Lao immediately followed up with another question.

"Then, do you truly believe you can protect him?"

Faced with Huang Lao's pressing questioning, Hei Lao's face instantly turned solemn; he slightly furrowed his brows and pondered for a while.

Finally, as if having made up his mind, Hei Lao gritted his teeth and spoke resolutely.

"Even if I cannot protect him, I must; since I promised to be this child's Protector of the Way, I will surely fulfill my vow, sparing no great cost."

At this moment, Hei Lao exuded a resolute aura, like an immovable mountain.

Although people usually have mixed opinions of Hei Lao's character, at this moment no one can deny that he truly qualifies as a competent Protector of the Way.

Even the usually indifferent Huang Lao now glanced at him with approval, looking deeply at Hei Lao, his eyes showing a hint of admiration.

At such a time, standing before Wu Zhong, Hei Lao should know the consequences; once Huang Lao makes a move, he will have no chance of survival.

However, even knowing that this could bring much trouble and risk, he still made the decision without hesitation, solely because he bore the responsibility of guarding Wu Zhong.

Just now, facing the remarks Wu Zhong uttered, even if some of the words were not pleasant, Hei Lao did not dwell on them overly.

Could it be, as outsiders speculate, that Hei Lao secretly looks down on Wu Zhong? Or perhaps because Huang Lao previously refused to become Wu Zhong's Protector of the Way, leaving him no choice but to select him?

All these thoughts and doubts were, for Hei Lao, nothing short of a great humiliation, deeply wounding his heart.

But even such strong emotional fluctuations were now forcibly suppressed by Hei Lao deep within his heart, revealing no trace.

Hei Lao clenched his teeth and gave a difficult reply.

Meanwhile, Huang Lao at the side showed no reaction.

Yet in this tense atmosphere, Wu Zhong unexpectedly spoke again.

"I want to fight him."

That sentence was like a thunderclap, instantly breaking the already solemn atmosphere on the scene.

This time, Wu Zhong's gaze was like two burning flames, no longer falling on Huang Lao as before, but shooting like an arrow straight at Ye Zhangqing.

His eyes were filled with endless resentment and blazing fighting spirit, as if he wanted to burn the person before him to ashes.

Wu Zhong gritted his teeth, secretly swearing to make Huang Lao understand that abandoning him, a talent, and instead choosing that Ye Zhangqing fellow was an extremely foolish decision.

He firmly believed that his strength and talent far surpassed that Ye Zhangqing by thousands of times.

If given a chance, he could certainly prove to everyone that only he, Wu Zhong, deserves to have Huang Lao as his Protector of the Way.

"You really want to die."

Huang Lao, hearing Wu Zhong's insolent words, saw his expression shift slightly; his formerly gentle eyes instantly turned sharp, like two swords flashing cold light, stabbing straight at Wu Zhong.

At the same time, Hei Lao standing nearby flushed red with anger, veins bulging on his neck, and he sharply turned his head to shout a rebuke at Wu Zhong.

"Silence, stop spouting nonsense here."

However, facing the solemn and angry gazes of the two elders, Wu Zhong seemed oblivious, continuing to act as he pleased.

He was like an enraged bull, completely disregarding the reactions of those around, his eyes fixed tightly on Ye Zhangqing, as if waiting for the other's response.

At this moment, Ye Zhangqing, being thus scorching-glared by Wu Zhong, felt utterly helpless and amused in exasperation.

He thought, what kind of matter is this? I merely picked a Protector of the Way casually; how could it stir up such trouble?

It's not my fault that Huang Lao didn't choose you; that's clearly an issue between you two.

Besides, back then I hadn't even arrived in the Immortal Realm; this debt cannot be blamed on me no matter what—truly, even lying down I get hit.

In the face of Wu Zhong's challenge, I could actually refuse; with Huang Lao present, Wu Zhong could not possibly force me.

Actually, Ye Zhangqing was also too lazy to bother with him; a person whose reason is devoured by jealousy cannot be reasoned with.

But before Ye Zhangqing could speak, Wu Zhong pressed on, urging.

"Ye Zhangqing, if you're a man, fight me fairly; are you afraid?"

"I'll make you shut up."

Seeing Wu Zhong walk further and further down the path of seeking death, Hei Lao went numb.

And Ye Zhangqing, at this moment looking at that gaze that seemed to want to devour him alive, also felt anger rise.

Unwilling to stoop to your level, yet this guy keeps pressing step by step; do you really think you're giving him face?

Immediately, Ye Zhangqing also opened his mouth to reply.

"How do you want to compare?"