Chapter 90 - Strike!
Failed to pierce the spirit tiger’s head, Sun Tao’s eyes filled with a trace of disappointment as he harrumphed coldly, “You got lucky, beast!”
“You. Are. Courting. Death!”
A demonic red light shimmered through the depths of Su Zimo’s eyes as he hollered. Suddenly, he arrived in front of Sun Tao within a single step that crossed twenty feet!
That was none other than the Plow Heaven Stride.
Even though it looked plain, it was intimidating as Sun Tao was so rattled that blood drained from his face. He suddenly felt as though the being before him was not a human, but an ancient beast!
Su Zimo’s killing intent was torrential. With a backhand slap, he whipped at Sun Tao’s cheek.
Bang!
Without even turning back, Su Zimo flung his arm. Even though it looked flimsy, a loud crack sound akin to that of a whip rang out!
Piak!
Before that Spirit Peak disciple’s palm could even reach Su Zimo, he was sent flying into the crowd by that slap! His teeth cracked as he coughed out blood, knocking out cold on the ground.
Everyone was in an uproar!
Little fatty was almost on the brink of tears.
He was trying his best to stop the situation from escalating but now, everything he had done was in vain!
Su Zimo’s strikes were so swift that no one could react to it at all!
Now, he had enraged all of Spirit Peak’s disciples.
The many Spirit Peak disciples summoned their flying swords which hovered in the air, ready to strike at any moment!
Dozens of Weapon Peak disciples surrounded Su Zimo with their flying swords summoned as well. Both sides were pointing swords at one another as war was on the brink of breaking out!
Feng Haoyu’s eyes gloated even merrier.
“Don’t fight, don’t fight!”
When little fatty saw that, he was even more troubled as he took out a huge axe from his storage bag. Pulling out a talisman with his left hand, he slapped it on Su Zimo’s back.
Instantly, a barrier of light appeared around Su Zimo’s body.
It was a protection talisman.
Instead of using it on himself, little fatty gave it to Su Zimo.
That act had Su Zimo feeling extremely touched.
What little fatty did would undoubtedly offend his fellow disciples of Spirit Peak.
“Damned fatty! Which side are you on!” A Spirit Peak disciple shouted.
Suddenly, little fatty’s expression turned grim. His smile disappeared as he hollered, “F*ck you! It’s none of your matter whose side I’m on!”
That shout from little fatty caused many Spirit Peak disciples to be stumped.
Ever since he had joined the sect, no one had seen little fatty get angry before. He was always smiling and friendly. In fact, he had even more friends than Feng Haoyu.
Realizing that he may have acted inappropriately, little fatty pouted his lips. “I’m a fatty and so be it, but I hate people calling me damned fatty…”
Suddenly, a shout boomed out from afar.
“Everyone, disperse!”
A beam of light shot over and appeared above everyone’s head with an early-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator standing on his flying sword. Behind him stood the Spirit Peak disciple that snitched.
“Greetings, Senior Brother Chen.”
“Good timing, Senior Brother Chen. Please redress our grievances. Su Zimo of Weapon Peak broke the sect’s rules by assaulting fellow sect mates!”
Many disciples of Spirit Peak cupped their fists and greeted, recognizing the man who had arrived.
Little fatty whispered hurriedly, “Bro, don’t offend this person. He’s an inner sect disciple of the Disciplinary Hall, Chen Yu. He must be here to cause trouble for you because he’s on friendly terms with Feng Haoyu. Please just bear with it.”
Pausing for a moment, little fatty continued, afraid that Su Zimo might not understand the severity of things, “We can’t afford to offend inner sect disciples. Otherwise, we’ll suffer after we get promoted to the inner sect. Besides, he’s someone of the Disciplinary Hall.”