Feeling the approaching aura, the middle-aged man in the Tang suit put on a proud face.
His previous fear, dread, and fear disappeared in an instant, and his arrogant demeanor reappeared.
"Kid, you didn't want to retreat just now. Now that my elder is here, it's too late for you to retreat!"
The middle-aged man in the Tang suit sneered and threatened.
Half-step Monarch Stage!
If it was a few days ago, he wouldn't have believed that he would be related to such a big shot.
However, the man came to him and claimed that he was his ancestor and he was the only descendant of the man.
On Earth, if the real Monarch Stage cultivators didn't show up, then Half-step Monarch Stage cultivators were the gods!
This was the biggest reason why the middle-aged man in the Tang suit was so confident, apart from his Feng Shui skills.
"Bastard! How dare you! "
An earth-shattering roar came from above, making the middle-aged man in the Tang suit even happier.
His eyes were fixed on Chen Xiao, and his expression was full of resentment.
"Stinking brat, you're done for!" He sneered disdainfully. There was actually a feeling of contentment.
No one in the world could defeat a Half-step Monarch Stage cultivator.
The eyes of the tall and thin man, who had been severely injured, were also rolling around. An obscure ecstasy flashed across his face.
"Did I really run into a Half-step Monarch Stage cultivator? Then I'll take this opportunity to run away! "
All of this took a long time to describe, but it actually happened in just a few seconds.
The next moment.
The figure that came from afar landed on the ground.
A fierce slap came flying over. The air was compressed, and there was an intense explosion.
Slap!
A resounding slap sounded like a clap of thunder, rumbling loudly.
Ye Xiaoxiao was dumbfounded. Her delicate little mouth involuntarily opened wide.
The tall and skinny man who was about to escape was also shocked. His body froze on the spot.
"This … this, this … Are my eyes playing tricks on me?"
He saw …
The man slapped the middle-aged man in the Tang suit hard. The slap was so powerful that his head swelled up like a pig's head!
The middle-aged man in the Tang suit was also stunned. He couldn't believe his eyes.
It wasn't until he felt a burning pain on his face that he came back to his senses.
"Old … Old Ancestor … did you … hit the wrong person?"
No matter how one looked at it, such a heavy slap should have landed on that arrogant little brat's face.
Unfortunately, this palm landed on his face.
An intense pain assaulted him, and his divine instinct went berserk, causing his mind to go blank.
"Ancestor … Why did he … hit me?"
On the other hand, Chen Xiao seemed to have expected this and didn't seem too surprised.
"Hmph, you still have the face to call me ancestor?"
The person who came seemed to be around the same age as the middle-aged man in the traditional Chinese robe, but runes flickered in and out of his eyes, as if they contained endless vicissitudes of life.
At this moment, he snorted coldly, and a terrifying aura pressed down.
"Zheng Rui, how audacious of you! You even dare to offend these two seniors?"
"What, Senior?" Zheng Rui, the middle-aged man in traditional Chinese attire, was completely dumbfounded.
His ancestor's cultivation had reached the Half-step Monarch Realm.
Exactly what sort of existence would be able to make a Half-step King Stage martial artist address him respectfully as senior?
Because he was too shocked, he completely forgot about it …
Before the word 'senior', there was also the quantifier 'two'!
"Don't talk nonsense. Immediately kneel down and kowtow to these two seniors!"
His blood and Qi surged like lava, and the terrifying aura pressed down. The middle-aged man in traditional Chinese attire instantly felt weak at the knees, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.
His heart was trembling in fear, and his entire body was trembling …
A Half-step King Stage martial artist was too powerful. In an instant, all of his strength was suppressed, causing him to feel as if his knees were nailed to the ground!
After doing all this, the person turned around and respectfully bowed to Chen Xiao.
"Junior Zheng Changsheng pays respect to the two seniors!"
For a moment, the air seemed to have frozen, and there was only a creepy silence in all directions.
Zheng Rui, the middle-aged man in traditional Chinese attire, had a dumbfounded expression on his face. He was completely scared out of his wits.
The tall and skinny man shuddered. The Earth Profundity that he could use like an extension of his arm actually became extremely heavy.
"What … What's going on?"
As a fierce beast, his perception of danger was a few times stronger than a martial artist of the same level.
When Zheng Changsheng was enraged, there was indeed a terrifying crisis of boiling lava and raging oceans in his divine senses.
However, when he faced Chen Xiao, it was as if he was facing an ordinary person, ordinary and without the slightest aura of danger.
"Could it be …"
Suddenly, a shocking thought leaped into his mind.
The air stagnated for a long time before Chen Xiao finally nodded slowly.
"You may rise."
Only then did Zheng Changsheng let out a long sigh of relief.
His entire body was covered in sweat, and his clothes were already drenched without him realizing it.
Previously, he had been preparing for the battle with the old Llama, Sangito, and wanted to break through the shackles of the King Stage in one go.
At that time, even when he was facing Chen Xiao, Zheng Changsheng only felt fear.
However, now that his aura was gone, and he no longer had the will to fight, he encountered Chen Xiao again in this situation …
Under the pressure, Zheng Changsheng almost felt like he was hallucinating.
It was as if he was not facing a young man from Earth, but a king among demons, an emperor among gods!
His opponent's power was vast and boundless …
Unfathomable, unfathomable, and invincible!
"So, this guy is your descendant?"
Chen Xiao narrowed his eyes and said calmly.
He did not expect that the half-step King Stage cultivator he encountered in the sky back then would be the ancestor of the middle-aged man in the traditional Chinese robe before him!
"My unfilial descendant, I've embarrassed myself in front of you, Senior."
Sensing Chen Xiao's gaze sweeping over, Zheng Changsheng's heart skipped a beat. He quickly pressed down Zheng Rui's head, which had just been raised, and forced him to kowtow to Chen Xiao and ask for forgiveness!
Then, he sent a voice transmission using true energy, "Brat, apologize to Senior immediately, or no one will be able to protect you!"
Zheng Rui was already completely dumbfounded.
His entire body was like a puppet, stiffly kowtowing. Even if his forehead was dripping with blood, he did not dare to stop.
Seeing that Chen Xiao was still unmoved, Zheng Changsheng gritted his teeth and took out a map from his bosom.
The map was already yellow, and there was a strong ancient aura lingering around it. It was obvious that it had existed for a long time.
"Senior, this map was obtained by accident. According to junior's research, it points to an ancient tomb, and it is extremely likely to be the tomb of an ancient powerhouse. The authenticity is above 90%!"
Zheng Changsheng said with a serious expression, "Junior is willing to use this map in exchange for the life of this unfilial descendant!"
Chen Xiao glanced at Zheng Rui and said, "Is this person very important to you?"
"Indeed very important." Zheng Changsheng bowed. "I owe my descendants too much. Before I go into seclusion, I only want to do my best to make it up to them.
"Forget it, I can spare his life for the sake of the map, but he must answer a question."
"Thank you for your mercy, Senior!"
Zheng Changsheng was overjoyed. He pressed Zheng Rui's head and kowtowed again.
"May I know what question Senior would like to ask?"
"Zheng Rui, you are the president of the Fengshui Association, right?"
Chen Xiao narrowed his eyes and asked slowly.
"Tell me, where did you invite that 'War God' from?"
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