Chapter 169 - The Rascal Has Nowhere to Run
“You’re a sly one,” Mingshi Yin said as he leaned to the side.
Si Wuya strode forward and went up the stairs. He sat down slowly on the seat beside Mingshi Yin and said with a smile, “I heard that Wei Zhuoyan has gone to the Evil Sky Pavilion.”
“Old Seventh, save your breath. You won’t get anything out of me,” Mingshi Yin said.
“Fourth Senior Brother… We’re from the same pavilion after all. There’s no need for us to act like strangers. I’m asking this for the Evil Sky Pavilion’s sake as well.”
“My as*!” Mingshi Yin spat on the floor. “If you truly have the Evil Sky Pavilion in your heart, you’ll return and accept your punishment immediately. The heavens will decide your life and death!”
Zhu Honggong felt a fresh surge of fear in his heart. His Fourth Senior Brother was talking about life and death now. He was convinced that nothing good would be waiting for him if he returned to the Evil Sky Pavilion.
Si Wuya smiled and said drily, “There’s no need to be so hostile toward me, Fourth Senior Brother… It’s meaningless to lose your temper. I have so many things I have yet accomplished, how can I return to the Evil Sky Pavilion?”
“Well then, what’s your purpose of sending the letter to the Evil Sky Pavilion?” Mingshi Yin asked, confused.
Alas, Mingshi Yin moved swiftly and appeared before Zhu Honggong again. At the same time, vines sprouted around him and began to grow rapidly. The path that led to the back of the mountain was swiftly blocked by the vines in no time at all.
Zhu Honggong staggered and retreated. ‘This is bad.’
“The Octagon Formation!” Zhu Honggong’s expression changed. “Fourth Senior Brother, don’t make me do this!”
“Don’t think you can scare me with that Formation of yours… Please don’t think that I’m heartless. When I was here previously, I’ve made some changes to it.” Mingshi Yin walked toward him with half a smile.
Zhu Honggong wanted to cry. The gang members behind him shuddered with fear as well.
“Gang Leader… Why don’t… Why don’t you surrender yourself?”
Zhu Honggong was speechless.
Mingshi Yin nodded and said, “You have sensible and understanding subordinates.”
Creak! Creak! Creak!
Zhu Honggong’s retreat was also blocked by the vines.
Mingshi Yin’s Bluewood Heart Technique had been cultivated to the point of perfection. His Primal Qi spilled into his surroundings like an incoming tide. Wherever it touched, vines would sprout and grow.
This technique, Spring Upon a Thousand Vines, could even be used to fight against a Four-leaf Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm cultivator, let alone Zhu Honggong who was in the Divine Court realm.
Zhu Honggong’s zen tunic could only reduce the damage he received to a certain degree. It did nothing to increase his combat strength. He could only look on helplessly as Mingshi Yin walked up to him. Without the Octagon Formation, the disparity between them was too great. It was as different as heaven and earth.
Zhu Honggong really felt like crying, all his paths of retreat seemed to have been cut off. “Se… Senior Brother…”
Mingshi Yin patted his shoulder. He sighed softly. “Just do as you’re told.” After saying this, he turned to the Tiger Ridge Gang’s members and declared loudly, “All of you should look for other ways to make a living!”
“Gang Leader!”
“Gang Leader!”
Mingshi Yin was inwardly shocked when he saw these cowardly gang members fall to their knees in unison.
Zhu Honggong swept his gaze across them and said, “Divide the valuables in the stronghold among yourselves… Then, get lost.”