"Stop!" A loud voice boomed like thunder.
Everyone could only hear the roar in their ears. They felt like vomiting and swayed unsteadily. Everything in front of them was shaking and they could not see clearly.
Two dark green silhouettes shot into the restaurant and stood in front of Wei Wuwei. They stared at him with their hands on their swords, "Who are you!"
Wei Wuwei frowned and waved his hand impatiently.
He wanted to see if Fa Ming was dead or alive. If he attacked, he would definitely kill him.
"How dare you!" The two middle-aged men in green stepped forward and took two positions. They slowly drew their swords, "Fighting is prohibited in Green Mountain Town. Anyone who violates the rules will be killed!"
"How arrogant!" Wei Wuwei said coldly.
He disappeared in a flash and the next moment, he flew out of the window and landed on the street outside.
The street was brightly lit with lanterns everywhere. It was bustling with people coming and going.
Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked at Fa Ming who was slowly getting up. There was blood at the corner of his mouth and he was seriously injured.
The Blood Jade Palm was powerful. Although Fa Ming was a Grandmaster and could protect himself in the Ji Dynasty, he could not withstand Wei Wuwei's palm.
"You do have some ability." Wei Wuwei's purple robe fluttered as he landed in front of Fa Ming. There were not many people in the world who could take a hit from him and not die. Fa Ming's cultivation level was average but he had some ability to take a beating.
"I am a disciple of the Tempest Temple. I have cultivated the Sentient Menace," Fa Ming said slowly.
His face shone with a golden light. He looked solemn and holy like a golden Luohan standing there.
He felt Wei Wuwei's murderous intent and knew he could not escape. He immediately activated his secret skill.
"The Tempest Temple's disciple must die too!" Wei Wuwei shouted and struck with his palm.
"Stop!" "Ding! "Ding!"
The two middle-aged men appeared in front of Fa Ming and brandished their sabers to block Wei Wuwei's palm. However, their sabers were sent flying, and their expressions changed drastically. They quickly retreated, wanting to escape. They could feel Wei Wuwei's violent internal energy, and they knew that they were no match for him. Furthermore, Wei Wuwei was a ruthless and merciless killer. Only by dodging could they preserve their lives.
"You dare to meddle in my business? Die!" Wei Wuwei disappeared in a flash and caught up to the two. His left and right palms struck their chests.
The two of them faced upwards and spurted out arrows of blood. They flew a hundred feet away and crashed into a wonton stall. They lay motionless on the ground, dead.
Fa Ming turned around and ran. He was like a streak of golden light that flashed in front of everyone. In the blink of an eye, he had run more than a hundred meters away. He turned at the end of the street.
Everyone watched with wide eyes, hoping that Fa Ming would be able to escape from this killing god.
Wei Wuwei took a step forward, blocking Fa Ming's path.
"Ah! Mi! Tuo! Buddha! "Fa Ming chanted the name of Buddha and slowly pushed out his palm.
This Buddhist chant was mighty and mighty, echoing in the night sky for a long time. It was as if all the Buddhas in the sky were chanting Buddhist chants, solemn and dignified.
"Bang!" Fa Ming's palm, which seemed to be covered in gold powder, collided with Wei Wuwei's white, jade-like palm, producing a muffled sound.
The surrounding people were all sent flying like a hurricane. The dirt and fruit pits on the ground were all swept up, and the green brick floor was completely clean.
Fa Ming did not move. His face shone with a golden radiance, and blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Amitabha — —!" He put his hands together and sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting the name of Buddha again. His voice became weaker and weaker until it finally stopped moving. He had already passed away.
Wei Wuwei sneered, very dissatisfied with Fa Ming's actions.
The surrounding people couldn't help but feel deep veneration. This little monk was so young, but he had the demeanor of an eminent monk. He was indeed worthy of being a great disciple of the Great Thunder Tune Temple. It was a pity that the heavens didn't give him a false year, and he actually passed away here.
They couldn't help but angrily glare at Wei Wuwei.
Wei Wuwei faced the fiery gazes of the crowd and smiled slightly. He felt indescribably comfortable. This was the kind of gaze he wanted, this was his dignity!
He floated back into the restaurant through the broken window. The people who were looking down from the window couldn't help but shrink back, hurriedly avoiding him.
Wei Wuwei calmly returned to his seat, picked up his wine cup, and took a sip.
Everyone was silent and didn't dare to talk. It had been a long time since they met such a madman. He must be someone who was going to die, and it wasn't worth arguing with him. It was better not to provoke him, and they didn't want to drag themselves down with him before he died.
The entire restaurant fell into silence, and the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding was especially ear-piercing.
Wei Wuwei indifferently glanced at the crowd and slowly sipped his wine. Everyone avoided his eyes, and no one stood up to leave. They wanted to see this guy's ending.
After Wei Wuwei finished his wine cup, there was a sudden sound of clothes fluttering, and six elders appeared in the restaurant.
They were all wearing dark green robes, and some had sabers and some had swords. They went forward and surrounded Wei Wuwei.
"Go!" They didn't say a word and brandished their sabers and swords at Wei Wuwei. The saber lights and sword shadows emitted a cold aura, and everyone retreated to the corner to watch the show.
Ding, ding, ding, ding!
Bang, bang, bang, bang! The six elders flew out one after another, smashed through the window, and fell onto the street, dead on the spot.
Wei Wuwei lightly brushed his purple robe, and calmly said, "Waiter, why aren't the dishes here yet?"
"They're coming, they're coming." The waiter who was hiding in the distance trembled in fear, and hurriedly stuttered.
"Hurry up," Wei Wuwei said in a low voice.
"Yes, yes, they'll be ready soon." The waiter's face was pale.
The surrounding people left one after another, and their hearts were heavy. They felt that the world was about to change.
This crazy guy was so powerful, and this time, the House of High Dukes might not be able to kill him. If they couldn't, then the rules of Green Mountain Town would be broken, and the prestige of the House of High Dukes would be gone. In the future, Green Mountain Town would not be so peaceful.
Wei Wuwei looked at the empty restaurant, laughed softly, and shook his head. A remote and desolate place was a remote and desolate place, and there were limited masters. As long as the two Enlightened Masters did not appear, he would be invincible.
He felt indescribably carefree. He looked at the waiter who bit the bullet and brought the dishes over, and lightly said, "Don't worry, I'm not crazy, and I won't kill people for no reason!"
"Yes." When the waiter heard him speak, he was shocked, but after listening to his words, he tried to squeeze a smile, carefully put down the four dishes, and hurriedly left.
Wei Wuwei stared at the four dishes, shook his head, and began to eat.
After that, no more masters came. The Ren Public House seemed to be so scared that they shrank back, which made Wei Wuwei despise them even more. He felt that they were strong in appearance, but weak in heart, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, the House of High Dukes was only so-so!
After the meal, he was too lazy to explore the Ren Public House. He directly passed through Green Mountain Town and walked towards the Yi Public House. The Yi Public House was not worth mentioning at all. He could just kill his way to their door and kill Chu Li.
Along the way, no one followed him. It seemed that the Ren Public House was really scared, and the Tempest Temple did not respond, which made him vigilant.
The House of High Dukes had lost a few Grandmasters, and their vitality was greatly damaged, so it was understandable that they did not dare to chase after him. Otherwise, if all the masters were killed, the big House of High Dukes would be finished, and they could only endure the humiliation.
The Tempest Temple was the number one sect in the Great Ji Dynasty, so they would definitely not swallow their anger and send people to kill him.
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