Chapter 623: What are you laughing at?

"You good-for-nothing, even Xiao Xiao's little formation has you stumped?"

"Zhang Fu swore. Don't mistake him for merely one of Zhu Xing's guards; compared to the others, their statuses are worlds apart."

"He has always looked down on such riffraff, and now he doesn't even know how to solve a mere Xiao Xiao formation; the contempt on his face grows ever stronger."

"\"Lord Zhang, you're right—I'm just a good-for-nothing; even this formation before me needs you, Lord Zhang, to solve it! \"

"The warrior who had come to deliver the message, upon hearing Zhang Fu's words, showed not a trace of anger on his face; instead, he wore a fawning smile, trying to ingratiate himself."

"He and Zhang Fu were not strangers; he knew exactly what kind of person Zhang Fu was and what his temperament was."

"From the start, they looked down on them, sneering and mocking constantly; although no warrior could tolerate Zhang Fu's ridicule, anyone who dared to retort would immediately lose their head."

"When this reached Zhu Xing's ears, Zhu Xing not only didn't reprimand Zhang Fu, but actually praised him—not to mention the warrior who dared to talk back to Zhang Fu."

"Their whole family found no peace; his wife and daughter suffered endless abuse from Zhang Fu, unable to bear it, they hanged themselves."

"Understanding Zhu Xing's attitude toward Zhang Fu, not only him but likely no other warrior would dare to offend Zhang Fu."

"If they dared to match wits with Zhang Fu in his presence, they wouldn't even need to think—Zhang Fu would dare to chop off their heads; Zhu Xing wouldn't even need to speak up for them, and not helping Zhang Fu abuse their wives and daughters would already be considered kind of Zhu Xing."

"\"You good-for-nothing, at least you have some self-awareness! \"

"Zhang Fu snorted coldly, too lazy to give the warrior groveling before him another look; a mass of true qi condensed in his palm, and with a casual toss it turned into a fierce tiger that charged wildly in all directions."

"The next moment."

"Suddenly, one after another ghostly apparitions appeared around him, like evil ghosts lunging for food, flying at the tiger Zhang Fu had blasted out."

"Not long after, amidst the siege of countless evil ghosts, that tiger became their feast, devoured one by one, and then the ghostly apparitions vanished from heaven and earth."

"\"How could this happen? \"

"Zhang Fu's pupils contracted sharply; he couldn't say this was the first time he'd seen such a scene—he had seen similar before—but judging from what had just unfolded, he arrived at a fact he found hard to accept, and exclaimed in astonishment:"

"\"It's not that old Daoist from just now; even if it isn't him, it's that evil cultivator—no, ghost cultivator—if I'm not mistaken, it should be a ghost wall, but how could a ghost wall be this powerful? \"

"Upon learning that the convoy might have fallen into a formation, the first person he thought of as the attacker was the Daoist Xuanqing who had just fought to the death with Kong Yuan Si."

"Although he didn't understand, clearly Xuanqing Daozhang was like a spent crossbow, yet shortly afterward he had recovered and was able to attack them."

"But aside from this Xuanqing Daozhang, he couldn't think of anyone else who would attack them."

"During this time, it's not that aside from Xuanqing Daozhang, their young master hadn't offended anyone else; it's that the people their young master had offended—and even killed ruthlessly—"

"They all know the score; after offending their young master, who would dare not flee Xiang Xian at once and then come seeking revenge against their young master?"

"It's just that the formation before him—no, to be precise, it's a ghost wall—makes him clearly realize his guess was wrong; the one who attacked them was not the Xuanqing Daozhang who had just fought to the death with Kong Yuan Si."

"Don't think that Xuanqing Daozhang having connections in the Underworld means anything; from what he just displayed, it's clear he practices orthodox cultivation, not ghost cultivation. He may not know whether ghost walls are some lowly heretical path, but he knows Xuanqing Daozhang could never have cultivated ghost walls to such a degree."

"Not to mention being usable in broad daylight, even his full-force strike—his true qi transformed into that charging tiger—could be devoured by the ghost wall."

"Of course."

"One can easily tell that just now he was clearly a spent crossbow, and moreover he had suffered backlash from casting a secret art—let alone a short time, even ten days or half a month later he couldn't have recovered, so how could he possibly have the ability to ambush them?"

"Zhu Xing said gloomily: \"Yeah, Zhang Fu, you're right—that old Daoist does have some skill, but he wouldn't have cultivated ghost walls to this extent. I truly don't understand what I did wrong to provoke such a powerful ghost cultivator to ambush me; could it really be that they think I, Zhu Xing, am easy to bully? \""

"\"Young master, rest assured—whoever dares to ambush you, I will make them wish they were dead, and let them know how formidable you are! \""

"Zhang Fu heard the killing intent in Zhu Xing's words, his face turned cold, and with a clang he drew the long sword at his waist—a medium-grade treasure he had earned when his cultivation broke through to the Wu Zong realm, a reward from Zhu Xing. Just as he was about to dismount, he caught sight of the warrior beside him out of the corner of his eye, who suddenly spoke:"

"\"What are you laughing at? \""

"\"I... \""

"The warrior wore a bewildered expression, not understanding why Zhang Fu would suddenly say such a thing."

"Just now."

"Zhang Fu, full of bluster, loudly cursed him as a good-for-nothing who couldn't even solve a trivial formation, yet when Zhang Fu attacked, he didn't dispel the formation—he actually strengthened it."

"This novel you have reached"

"He clearly felt that the true qi Zhang Fu unleashed, transformed into that charging tiger, was devoured by the suddenly appearing few evil ghosts; he could faintly sense that the formation had obviously grown much stronger."

"If it were anyone else, they would surely seize the chance to mock Zhang Fu, but he knows Zhang Fu's prowess and wouldn't dare do that; he had just forced himself to keep a straight face, not showing even a hint of abnormality, and even lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with Zhang Fu."

"\"How dare they laugh at Zhang Fu? \""

"\"Pfft! \""

"Before the warrior could finish his words, a cold flash swept past; next, the warrior felt a sudden pain in his chest, looked down to see a long sword embedded in his sternum, clearly feeling his flesh and blood being devoured by the blade; he pointed at Zhang Fu, trembling with rage, and cursed hoarsely:"

"\"You, you, you demon! \""

"Only then did he realize he was likely headed to report to the Yama King; only then did he understand that Zhang Fu's earlier words were merely an excuse he'd made up on the spot to justify killing him."

"\"Hmph! You call me a demon, yet just now you dared say you weren't laughing at me? \""

"Zhang Fu gave a cold snort, watching the warrior's flesh and blood being devoured by the sword until only skin and bone remained; then, with a mighty heave, a bang rang out—the warrior's body exploded into fragments, not even a whole corpse left, ignoring the terrified gazes all around, he launched himself into the air from his horse's back."

"His gaze swept the surroundings."

"He could clearly sense that evil ghosts coiled all around."

"He swung his blade; the sword qi surged forth like a long dragon, charging wildly in all directions."

"(End of chapter)"