Chapter 190
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"Pa!"
A crisp sound came from the window of Nan Gongzhe's room. At the same time, there was the sound of glass shattering.
"Nangong Zhe! "What right do you have to succeed the position of the head of the Blood Garment Pavilion? You were just lucky enough to pass the path of Dragon Transformation. To have the opportunity to become the head of the Blood Garment Pavilion is already a blessing that you have cultivated for many lifetimes. You actually dared to belittle the Blood Garment Pavilion in public, as if you are very unwilling to become our head." Why don't you come out and face your death? "
A voice came from the broken window. The voice was filled with grief and anger, as if the thing that he cherished the most had been belittled and insulted.
This was the norm for the disciples of the Blood Cloth Pavilion. Almost all of the disciples of the Blood Cloth Pavilion were the earliest disciples of the Blood Cloth Pavilion. Their lives began in the Blood Cloth Pavilion. They grew up in the Blood Cloth Pavilion, became strong in the Blood Cloth Pavilion, and cultivated their own temperament and pride in the Blood Cloth Pavilion.
Nangong Zhe's ridiculing speech was like a Lv.Max. He slammed the disciples of the Blood Cloth Pavilion to the ground and even stepped on them a few times.
Nangong Zhe even felt that this group of people had come a little late. It seemed that the appeasement of the five Altar Masters had a little effect.
Looking at the angry disciples of the Blood Cloth Pavilion standing at the entrance of the courtyard where he lived, and a few of them seemed to have responded to his call to follow behind the disciple, Nangong Zhe could not help but feel a little funny. Although these people were about the same age as him, and might even be a little older, they did not seem to have much experience in dealing with people.
She didn't know who instigated it, but she stupidly became a target that pushed her and ruined her reputation.
Nangong Zhe raised his Heaven's Disaster Sword and put the Blood Cloth Pavilion on his shoulders. Then, he jumped out of the broken window.
Originally, when the disciples of the Blood-Cloak Pavilion smashed the windows of Nangong Zhe's residence, they were secretly delighted that their prank had succeeded. They were also relieved that Nangong Zhe had not come out to look for them.
After all, the pressure that Nangong Zhe released during the enthronement ceremony was something that everyone could feel. How could such a person be defeated by his disciples?
Therefore, when Nangong Zhe jumped out of the broken window and stood in front of them, Nangong Zhe was stunned. The few of them couldn't help but follow the instinctive actions of their bodies and take a step back.
Nangong Zhe noticed their actions. Nangong Zhe couldn't help but sneer at them. He placed the Heavenly Calamity Sword on the ground and placed his arms on the hilt. His eyes looked down at the disciples of the Blood Cloth Pavilion with a hint of mockery and coldness in his eyes.
"Weren't you very fierce just now? She smashed my window, and she's still making a ruckus downstairs. Why did you take a few steps back when you saw me? "
When the disciples of the Blood Cloth Pavilion heard Nangong Zhe's mocking voice, they couldn't help but blush.
Under the gaze of the others, the disciple who took the lead could only try to overcome his fear. He took a few steps forward and stood in front of Nangong Zhe.
"I … Did I say anything wrong? Although our Blood Cloth Pavilion's reputation is not well-known, since you're here, you should know how powerful the Blood Cloth Pavilion is. This is the place where I was born and raised. Every word you said was an insult to the Blood Cloth Pavilion. Although I know I can't beat you, even if I have to risk my life, I will make you apologize for insulting the Blood Cloth Pavilion! "
The words stuttered out of the Blood Cloth Pavilion disciple's mouth. If it was just based on what he said, perhaps many people would give him a thumbs up and praise him by saying, "What a little hero who doesn't fear power." However, when they looked at the little hero's trembling legs and fluttering eyes, were these words really what the Blood Cloth Pavilion disciple wanted to say?
If so, it would really be a disgrace to the little hero's name.
"Boy … Wanting to show off is a bad habit of every young person. This is nothing. Who hasn't been young and frivolous? However, to be used by others like a fool, are you really prepared to anger the strong? "
Nangong Zhe's face no longer had the mocking expression from before. Instead, there was a trace of seriousness.
Such a serious attitude made the disciples of the Blood Cloth Pavilion who came to provoke Nangong Zhe even more flustered.
Did they really do something wrong?
Did they really overestimate their abilities?
Was he really prepared to face the wrath of the Emperor?
These questions lingered in the minds of the Blood Cloth Pavilion disciples.
Suddenly, Nangong Zhe released his murderous aura.
The majestic aura reminded the teenagers of Nangong Zhe's insufferably arrogant attitude when he walked out of the attic. It was like a god patrolling.
"Don't … Don't come over …"
The leading teenager actually sat down on the ground because of the pressure of the aura. Almost in an instant, his face was full of tears and snot.
He kicked his legs that had become somewhat weak, only hoping that he could get farther away from Nangong Zhe.
Looking back at the Blood Cloth Pavilion disciples who came with him, the teenager was even more afraid when he saw that they had already disappeared.
Before coming, the teenager actually knew a lot about Nangong Zhe. This person was a famous butcher in the Ninja World. During the Ninja World War, because he killed a lot of people, he was called 'Yama'.
Could a small shrimp like him really save his life in the hands of Nangong Zhe?
He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he actually stood up and stumbled to run away.
Nangong Zhe didn't stop him. In fact, Nangong Zhe deliberately let the teenager stand up by himself.
His eyes glanced at a secret place near Nangong Zhe's residence, and Nangong Zhe's voice came.
"If you have any difficulties in the future, just come to me directly. Such a small shrimp, although I don't care about his life or death, is really troublesome. "
Nangong Zhe knew that although he didn't deliberately raise his voice, the people hiding in the dark must be able to hear him clearly.
Although he said that it was troublesome, did Nangong Zhe really feel that these things were troublesome, so he let the reckless teenager go?
No one knew, and no one cared.
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