Chapter 81

During the 7-day National Day holiday, my wife got up early every day to open the store. Today, the holiday is over, and my wife said she needs a good rest. So she slept until 11 o'clock, and I also finished updating. Hehe, sorry about that -_-;

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"Traitorous colonial dogs who have abandoned their ancestors, how dare you call us trash? You're tired of living!"

Enraged by the arrogant and overbearing words of the Son of the Eastern Wasteland, the eyes of the patriarch of the 99 sects blazed with fury, his chest nearly bursting. He suddenly let out a thunderous roar, forcefully shaking off the four bailiffs of the Ministry of Punishment who were beside him, and pounced like a wolf or a tiger, aiming a punch at the Son of the Eastern Wasteland's head!

This punch was a manifestation of the patriarch's entire life's cultivation! The iron fist broke through the air, immediately producing a series of explosive thunderous sounds, the momentum was overwhelming and terrifying. Just by the sound, all the experts present knew that the power of this punch was at least three tons. In other words, although the patriarch had not yet reached the second level of the Master Realm, the Chaotic Spirit Realm, he had already surpassed the first level, the Disturbing Spirit Realm.

Although there was no strict, universally recognized term for practitioners in this state, in some small circles in the civilian world, they were privately referred to as "half-step Chaotic Spirit."

Of course, this term was not very formal and was mostly used for mutual flattery in private. However, a punch with three tons of force was no small matter. Even a third-level Master, the Restraining Spirit Realm, would be injured if caught off guard by this punch. Therefore, in an instant, everyone in the room held their breath and opened their eyes wide, eager to see how the Son of the Eastern Wasteland would respond.

A deafening "Boom!" erupted! Everyone present was stunned! The iron fist broke through the chest, shattering bones, tearing through muscles, and exiting the back, blood splattering, a sight too gruesome to bear. However, the one whose chest was pierced by the patriarch's punch was not the Son of the Eastern Wasteland, but a bailiff of the Ministry of Punishment.

This bailiff was originally sent by Xiao Ji to stop the patriarch from using violence. However, for some unknown reason, at the critical moment, he suddenly acted like a madman, flying forward without hesitation, using his own chest to block the punch that was originally aimed at the Son of the Eastern Wasteland.

The sudden and unexpected change was too fast and sudden. Even Xiao Ji was taken aback for a moment. He stared in shock, unable to believe his eyes. He blurted out, "Shui Rima? What are you doing! Why are you seeking death?"

"My... my balls... no, my head... it hurts so much!" The bailiff named Shui Rima struggled to say something incomprehensible, then his head tilted to one side, and he fell dead on the spot.

"Haha, you're in trouble. Assaulting and killing an official is a serious crime." The Son of the Eastern Wasteland habitually adjusted his glasses and clapped his hands, mocking the patriarch who had killed the bailiff. The patriarch's face turned ashen, realizing he had caused a major disaster. However, he was still confused about how it had happened.

The Son of the Eastern Wasteland's eyes, hidden behind the lenses, flashed with cruel light as he said, "Your Empress of the Great Hao Dynasty didn't issue an edict during the New Year, declaring the rule of law? How is it that killing an official in the Ministry of Punishment in Luocheng City is not considered a crime? If it is, why haven't you officials arrested the murderer? Are you going to collude and let the criminal go free? Haha, I've heard that the Great Hao Dynasty is corrupt and the judiciary is dark. Today, I finally see it for myself."

Xiao Ji rubbed his forehead in frustration, unsure of what to say. However, before he could come up with a solution, another unexpected change occurred! The other three bailiffs suddenly trembled, then roared in unison, their fists rising and falling as if they were ready to die, charging at the patriarch.

Their bodies swirled, each occupying a position, their movements coordinated, making their combined power more than double what it would be if they acted individually. It was a wondrous formation. The patriarch, unfamiliar with the formation, could not break out no matter how he tried. A moment of carelessness, and he was hit by several punches. Each punch had the power of two tons, typical of a Disturbing Spirit Master, causing the patriarch to cry out in pain.

Several other patriarchs of the 99 sects, witnessing this bizarre scene, could not help but exclaim in shock.

One shouted in panic, "Sorcery! It's this sorcery! The colonial dogs from the Eastern Wasteland are using sorcery again!"

Another, still shaken, called out, "Patriarch Xue, be extremely careful. This is the Three Talents Formation, which is very powerful. It has hidden traps, so be careful not to fall for it."

Another, gritting his teeth, said, "When I fought this wasteland scoundrel before, it was the same. Some of my disciples suddenly acted like they were possessed, turning to attack me. Their strength increased dramatically, and their attacks were all aimed at mutual destruction. If not for that, how could I have lost?"

Another roared, "Despicable colonial dogs! If you have the guts, don't use these evil tricks. Fight fair, one-on-one. What's the point of being the strongest Dark Dragon Emperor if you can't do it without these sorceries?"

Another bellowed, "Even if he uses sorcery, what's there to fear? Everyone, attack together! Let's see if he can control all of us. If not, he'll be beaten to a pulp..."

Before he could finish, the Son of the Eastern Wasteland, who had been smiling as he watched Patriarch Xue and the three bailiffs fight, suddenly turned and looked at the last speaker. Their eyes met, and the patriarch was struck as if by lightning, his body stiffening, and his words cut off mid-sentence.

In the next moment, his eyes glazed over, his features twisted, and he roared, charging at the other patriarchs. The other patriarchs, caught off guard, were hit in the nose by his punch, their nasal bones shattered, and they flew away with a cry of pain. The others were shocked and scattered, shouting, "Patriarch Xu, Patriarch Xu, what's wrong? Wake up, don't let the wasteland scoundrel's sorcery control you!"

No matter how urgently they called, Patriarch Xu paid no attention. He attacked like a mad tiger, roaring and striking with full force. In an instant, the large courtyard was in chaos!

"Kou Gu Yue! Enough! Stop immediately!" Xiao Ji could no longer bear to watch and rose angrily. As he shouted, a deep, rolling thunder sounded from his chest and abdomen. His bones crackled, and his body swelled.

Xiao Ji was already a towering figure, like an iron tower. Now, his body expanded even more, resembling a towering Arhat or a fearsome Vajra! In a flash, he moved to Patriarch Xue and the three bailiffs. His massive hands grabbed the heads of two bailiffs, and with a burst of strength, he knocked them unconscious and threw them into the crowd like broken kites.

However, at the same time, Xiao Ji exposed a weakness. The last bailiff saw his chance, roared, and punched Xiao Ji's abdomen. The abdomen, not protected by bones, is a relatively weak part of the human body. However, Xiao Ji roared, and his muscles hardened like iron, inside and out, becoming a single, unbreakable mass.

The bailiff's punches hit with a metallic "Clang!" and were immediately repelled by a powerful force. The bailiff was thrown backward, landing heavily and immediately losing consciousness. His arms, from shoulder to fingertips, were shattered. Such formidable defensive capabilities were astonishing!

In just a few breaths, Xiao Ji had dealt with his three subordinates. Without hesitation, he turned and moved swiftly. Despite his towering