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Chapter 290: Battle Against Zheng Family's Second Uncle
Chapter 290: Battle Against Zheng Family's Second Uncle
Accompanied by three others, Xu Wanwen led A Qing, whose mind was in turmoil, back to the courtyard.
At the same time, several elderly figures, seemingly on the verge of death, slowly approached from a distance.
Leading them was the Zheng family's second uncle, the same one from a few days ago.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, please don't blame us. It must be that our Zheng family's hospitality fell short, causing Lady Shen to become angry," the second uncle said with a gentle smile, but on his withered face, it somehow seemed a bit eerie.
"Prepare a feast," he ordered.
He entered the courtyard and sat down opposite Shen Yi, "Let this old man express his apologies."
Besides the second uncle, there were seven or eight others who had gathered outside the courtyard under the pretense of sending Xu Wanwen back, and their auras, which were faintly emanating from their bodies, were all extraordinary.
Shen Yi silently looked towards the "Lady" not far away, his expression becoming even more calm.
Xu Wanwen's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her eyes finally regained their divine light. She then looked around with a hint of bewilderment.
As she gradually regained her senses, a trace of killing intent slowly rose within her pitch-black eyes.
As an Apex Mystic Primordial Grandmaster, even if she was inexperienced, how could she not realize that she had been ambushed?
She tightly grasped A Qing's delicate hand until he almost cried out in pain.
Only then did she temporarily suppress the turmoil in her emotions.
Without saying a word, she returned to Shen Yi's side and sat down, each of them occupying one side of the table, creating a subtle yet distinct distance.
This obvious display of caution, however, did not seem to affect the Zheng family members. They continued to smile as if they hadn't noticed Xu Wanwen's hidden intentions.
Soon, a Zheng family disciple arrived with a tray of luxurious delicacies that had been prepared earlier.
He respectfully poured several cups of spirit tea.
The second uncle casually distributed the tea cups to the others, but this time, he didn't look at Xu Wanwen or A Qing. Instead, his cloudy eyes stared intently at Shen Yi.
He raised his tea cup and said, "This old man has abstained from alcohol for many years. Today, I'll use tea in place of wine to apologize to Fellow Daoist Shen."
After speaking, the old man drained the cup in one gulp.
He then placed the tea cup down and looked at the cup in front of Shen Yi.
As an Apex Mystic, he was taking the initiative to apologize to a Middle Realm Mystic, a gesture that would make anyone feel honored, no matter where they were.
However, Shen Yi paused for a moment before responding with indifference.
Seeing this, the few people outside the courtyard slowly took a few steps forward, not saying a word, but their presence suddenly made the atmosphere tense.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, what does this mean?" the second uncle asked, unhurried and unperturbed. He glanced at Shen Yi with a smile, "Does this old man not even have this little face?"
His words and demeanor suggested that he had the situation completely under control.
Upon hearing this, Xu Wanwen realized where her uneasiness from earlier had come from.
She stared intently at the cup of spirit tea, her hand quietly resting on the hilt of her sword.
There was only one Apex Mystic, and while the others were also Primordial Cultivators, their cultivation levels weren't too high, at least not beyond what the Zheng family should have on the surface.
If she only needed to break through on her own, there wouldn't be any problem.
But protecting A Qing and the young man would be a bit of a challenge.
The momentary lapse in her senses also made her extremely cautious, so she quietly stabilized her mind to avoid being ambushed again.
Fortunately, Shen Yi seemed to be quite experienced, and perhaps he could come up with another solution to deal with these old dogs.
"Face?" Shen Yi finally stood up, attracting everyone's attention.
He picked up the cup of spirit tea and looked at the emerald-green tea with a faint smile on his face.
Seeing this, the Zheng family members also smiled.
After the previous test, the woman was already half-disabled.
With only a Middle Realm Mystic left, there was no need to pretend anymore.
The opponent had to choose between drinking the tea or facing annihilation.
At this moment, the emerald green tea splattered in the air, and the porcelain cup shattered on the old man's face, still bearing the remnants of the Second Uncle's smile.
In the blink of an eye, the black-robed youth seemed to transform into a different person, his aura completely different from his previous quiet and gentle demeanor.
Dense malevolent qi instantly enveloped the entire courtyard.
He stomped his foot, shattering the stone table into powder, and with a speed invisible to the naked eye, he viciously hooked the old man's jaw.
Boom!
The Second Uncle's dark green robe suddenly inflated, and his entire figure was sent flying into the air.
With just one kick, his skin was covered in fine cracks.
Then, like a dried-up hard lump, his skin began to peel off in a clattering mess.
"Roar!"
Beneath the old man's skin, instead of revealing a Dao Child, there were rough, gnarled tree vines.
They were even covered in moss.
He looked incredibly bizarre, and his eyes were filled with rage and astonishment.
It seemed he never expected the youth to dare to strike so boldly in such a situation.
What surprised the Second Uncle of the Zheng family even more was that the youth's casual kick had completely destroyed the fleshly body he used for disguise.
"What kind of monster is this?"
A Qing was so shocked that he froze in place.
Xu Wanwen didn't panic, but she also hadn't expected Shen Yi to take action so decisively.
She swiftly drew her sword and looked up at the old man in the sky.
Unlike the monster-like gazes from this side, the other Zheng family elites were staring at Shen Yi with similar looks of astonishment.
They were more aware than anyone that after receiving the Ageless Tree's empowerment, their strength had far surpassed those of the same realm.
But Shen Yi's kick had awakened them.
Was this the strength a Middle Realm Mystic should possess?
The next moment, amidst the surging demonic aura rising into the sky, the black-robed youth soared, and purple-golden flames surged from his body, turning the clouds a faint purple.
His fair face remained expressionless.
But it made the Second Uncle of the Zheng family subconsciously feel a chill in his heart. Indeed, the ink-colored figure instantly magnified several times in his vision, and a fierce punch, accompanied by purple-golden fire, suddenly smashed down from above his head.
The previous kick wasn't an accident...
As he felt the immense force pouring into him, the Second Uncle roared with inhuman rage once again.
Two thick vine-like arms quickly rose to block the attack.
As a Supreme Realm Mystic, he didn't use any techniques or display the aura of a Dao Child.
But this didn't mean he had weakened.
On the contrary, after connecting with the Ageless Tree, he could easily crush everything with just this vine-wood body.
Crack!
The thick vine-like arm was directly smashed by the punch.
Purple-golden flames, like an incurable disease, rapidly licked and climbed up his body.
The Second Uncle fell to the ground in a daze.
How could this be...
How could there be a Mystic with a fleshly body stronger than his, empowered by the Ageless Tree?
Shen Yi calmly glanced at the horizon.
On the very night Xu Wanwen had planned to leave, he had already conveyed to Qing Hua the instruction to return at all costs with utmost speed.
He had anticipated that this matter might lead to unexpected consequences.
Now, his golden body was not by his side.
Shen Yi looked down at the falling figure, slowly clenching his fist. It had been a long time since he had experienced such an exciting battle.
This familiar feeling...
He suddenly disappeared from his original spot and reappeared beneath the old man.
His palm brushed across his waist, and a three-foot-long knife fell into his hand.
A ferocious expression flashed across the youth's handsome face.
Like a woodcutter chopping wood, he fiercely slashed the Abyss Blade towards the old man's waist!
(End of Chapter)
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