Chapter 9

At this moment.

At the entrance of Panshan Village.

Several villagers were blocking the dead beast, holding hoes in their hands, looking at the dozen or so people opposite them with anger and resentment.

Those dozen people did not seem to be from Panshan Village. The leader was a burly man named Pang Bao, holding a large machete, looking fierce and intimidating. He shouted at the villagers of Panshan Village:

"If you don't move, don't blame me for being ruthless with my machete."

The villagers of Panshan Village immediately retorted angrily: "You people from Beishui Village are being too unreasonable. This tiger-bull beast was clearly hunted by our village. Why do you claim it's yours?"

Pang Bao sneered: "Why do you ask? Fine, I'll tell you. This tiger-bull beast came from the back mountain of our village. It was originally under our village's jurisdiction. Now that you've killed it, it's already very lenient of us not to ask for compensation. Do you still want to claim it?"

"Bullshit! Tiger-bull beasts are all over the mountains. Why do you say it came from your village? You're clearly trying to snatch it by force."

"Ha! So what if we snatch it by force? I'm taking it today, and if you don't like it, come and fight me!" Pang Bao grinned, his machete slicing the air with a sharp whistling sound.

The villagers of Panshan Village immediately paled and involuntarily took a few steps back.

Pang Bao was the son of the village chief of Beishui Village, born with immense strength, and had learned some martial arts at the town's martial arts school. He was extremely skilled.

The few villagers of Panshan Village felt intimidated when facing him.

"Hehe, you're scared, right? Hand over that beast obediently, and you'll avoid unnecessary suffering." Pang Bao sneered mockingly.

However, the few villagers of Panshan Village refused to back down, standing firmly in front of the beast's corpse.

One of them gritted his teeth: "The tribute day is in a few days. If we don't meet the requirements again, the immortals will surely punish us. We absolutely cannot back down."

"That's right. We're dead either way. We might as well fight Pang Bao and his men."

"Right! Dazhuang, hold on, go and get help from others."

"Okay." One of them nodded and ran back to the village.

Pang Bao and his men ignored them, sneering as they let Dazhuang run for help.

"Hehe, getting help won't do you any good."

"You Panshan Village have fewer than twenty able-bodied men. You're no match for Brother Bao. Why make things difficult for yourselves?"

"You ignorant fools!"

The villagers of Beishui Village mocked them.

Pang Bao sneered, his machete on his shoulder, and said:

"Calling for help? It seems you need to see my Wind Blade Technique to know my strength."

With that, Pang Bao suddenly charged at the villagers of Panshan Village.

His machete weighed at least a hundred pounds, but it did not slow him down at all.

In a few breaths, he was in front of the villagers, and his machete swung down at them.

The villagers' faces changed, and they hurriedly raised their hoes to block.

But Pang Bao's immense strength was too much. With one strike, "bang," he shattered their hoes and sent them flying.

"Phew!"

The villagers were like being hit by a fierce beast, crashing to the ground, their faces pale, coughing up blood.

With just one strike, several strong villagers were severely injured.

The villagers of Beishui Village immediately cheered.

"Great, Brother Bao's strike was beautiful!"

"Truly awe-inspiring!"

"Ha, these people from Panshan Village are asking for it. Brother Bao's strength is so great, he can defeat anyone who stands in his way."

"Exactly, you're asking for it. Do you think you can provoke Brother Bao?"

Hearing the praise from the villagers of Beishui Village, Pang Bao was smug and very pleased.

"Damn it, what kind of trash dares to cause trouble in our Panshan Village? Are you looking for death?"

At this moment, a furious voice interrupted the boasting of the Beishui Village villagers.

Pang Bao's face suddenly turned grim, and he scanned the village entrance.

A young man wearing rough linen clothes, with a white headband and a face like a jade crown, was walking towards them.

It was Xu Que!

On his way, he had seen Pang Bao strike down several villagers of Panshan Village, making him furious.

Damn! Such innocent villagers, and you dare to bully them, and right in front of me, Xu Que.

"Kid, was that you who just cursed me?"

Seeing Xu Que's face and slender figure, Pang Bao's grim face broke into a sinister smile.

Xu Que sneered: "Don't misunderstand, I'm not targeting you. I'm saying that everyone here is trash."

Immediately, the scene fell silent.

The injured villagers of Panshan Village were stunned, looking at Xu Que in amazement.

What a sharp-tongued young man! He curses so creatively.

Then, the people from Beishui Village erupted, pointing at Xu Que and cursing.

"Damn!"

"Where did this kid come from? Is he looking for death?"

"Brother Bao, this kid needs a beating. Let us teach him a lesson."

They cursed and rolled up their sleeves, ready to fight Xu Que.

"Sir... don't be impulsive."

At this moment, a small figure rushed from the village entrance, shouting worriedly.

Xu Que turned and saw it was Xiaorou.

The people from Beishui Village were stunned when they saw Xiaorou.

"What a beautiful girl!"

"Damn, when did Panshan Village have such a pretty girl?"

"If I could marry her, I'd be so happy."

The villagers of Beishui Village chattered.

Pang Bao's eyes gleamed with greed as he stared at Xiaorou: "Hehe, so Panshan Village has such a beautiful girl. Come with me to Beishui Village today."

Xiaorou was immediately frightened, her face pale, and she hid behind Xu Que, tugging at his sleeve, whispering: "Sir... don't be impulsive. Dazhuang has already called for help from Erleng and the others."

"Don't be afraid!"

Xu Que gave her a gentle smile, gently rubbing her head, and said softly: "These people are full of nonsense. Watch me teach them a lesson!"

Xiaorou was stunned, her heart pounding.

By the time she came to her senses, she realized Xu Que had already turned into a distant figure, moving further away.

"Don't..."

Xiaorou cried out in alarm.

But Xu Que had already charged at Pang Bao, a sneer on his face.

I was wondering where to test the power of the Dragon Ascension Technique, and you people came to me. You're asking for it.

"Boom!"

Using the Dragon Ascension Technique, Xu Que felt a loud rumble in his body, his water elemental spirit energy surging, like a giant dragon rising from his dantian.

"Hmph! Ignorant child, I'll cripple you first!"

Pang Bao sneered, raising his machete to strike Xu Que.

But in the next moment, he was completely stunned.

A faint blue glow rose from Xu Que's body, swirling into the air, forming a blue dragon that coiled around him, its fangs bared and claws extended.

A majestic dragon aura instantly spread, enveloping the entire scene.

"Dragon Ascension Technique, First Transformation!"

Xu Que shouted, his fist striking directly at Pang Bao's machete.

"Roar!"

With a dragon's roar, his fist slammed into the blade!

Following that, a metallic clang echoed, and the machete shattered.

Pang Bao was sent flying like a broken kite, blood spewing from his mouth, forming a parabolic arc in the air, and finally crashing to the ground, twitching a few times before lying still.

Everyone was dumbfounded, the scene completely silent, not a sound to be heard.