NIP Chapter 70 Why not just kill him?
Chapter 70 Why not just kill him?
Chapter 70 Why not just kill him?
boom!
The wild boy flew back at an even faster speed, crashing into the wall and causing a gasp of surprise.
"Hmph, overestimating yourself, you're just a Grand Soul Master."
Ye Zhi Qiu snorted coldly, and the green Xuan Turtle Martial Soul was released. The four soul rings of white, yellow, yellow, and purple appeared in turn. He shook his neck, looked at the boy buried in the ruins, whose life and death were unknown, and a ferocious smile appeared on his lips.
"However, since you're courting death, you can't blame me."
"Who is this guy?"
Next to the street, inside an elegant teahouse.
The young blond boy watched the commotion downstairs with great interest, pointed at Ye Zhi Qiu who was choking the wild boy, and asked the person next to him.
"Your Highness, this person is a student teacher at Canghui Academy."
The waiter beside him immediately bowed and explained respectfully.
"Canghui Academy?"
The blond boy looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"I inform Your Highness that it is merely a second-rate academy and poses no threat to the prodigies of my Star Luo Academy."
"Hmph, the teachers are just trash at the fourth ring level, and the students are useless cowards who were beaten to a pulp by a Great Soul Master. It's a shame that my cousin killed them."
Davis curled his lip in disdain.
"By the way, if the Spirit Hall's enforcement team arrives later, go and lend them a hand."
The waiter was taken aback. "Helping the Spirit Hall?"
"Idiot, of course we'll help him!"
Davis looked at him like he was an idiot. "What do you think we're here for?"
"But remember, don't reveal our identities. Just have someone stand in the crowd and shout a few times, that's enough."
Looking at the group of white-clad deacons rushing over, his eyes gleamed with a knowing glint.
"Someone will help us finish the rest of the work."
"Brother Weiss, why are you standing here? Hey, why are you using a stool?"
The little black-haired girl peeked out and looked curiously at Davis, who was standing by the window with his hands behind his back.
A moment of silence fell over the air.
The latter's composed expression instantly crumbled. He angrily scrambled off the stool and roared, "Zhu Zhuyun, you idiot!"
"Waaaaah, Brother Weiss, please don't scold me. At worst, at worst, I'll let you be the Title Douluo next time."
"Shut up, you idiot! Who wants to play house with you?!"
"Waaaaah~"
"Ugh—!"
The wild boy's face flushed red as he struggled in the air.
Ye Zhi Qiu, with a sinister smile on his face, grabbed his neck, but inwardly he was terrified.
He had already used all his strength, but even suppressing it was extremely difficult.
With such terrifying talent, if this kid and his sect are not eliminated, the Canghui Dynasty is in grave danger!
Thinking of the terrible consequences, Ye Zhi Qiu exerted even more effort, and the boy's struggling movements gradually slowed down. His eyes rolled back, and he was about to lose his breath.
Some onlookers gloated, some sighed with regret, and others simply felt entitled to watch the spectacle.
No one stepped forward to stop it.
After all, this is Wuhun City, and it's clearly an internal dispute. Rushing in would only get us into trouble.
"stop!"
Just then, a loud shout came, and Ye Zhi Qiu subconsciously let go, giving the boy a chance to catch his breath and begin to breathe in the fresh air.
"Private duels are prohibited within Wuhun City!"
A group of white-clad deacons rushed over. The leader looked at the collapsed walls and bloodstains on the ground with a grim expression, his chest heaving violently, clearly furious.
He just wasn't paying attention and caused such a big mess. The captain is going to scold him to death.
The team leader felt a bitter taste in his mouth, and his gaze towards Ye Zhi Qiu grew increasingly hostile. "Why aren't you putting it down yet?!"
"I'm sorry, sir, I will compensate for the damaged items, but this is a private matter for my academy, and I ask that you not interfere."
Ye Zhi Qiu's ears twitched slightly, and his previously flustered expression instantly turned confident. He puffed out his chest and pointed at the half-dead, wild boy in his hand, "His name is Du Wudi. He is a disciple of a small sect under my Cang Hui. You can check our registration list."
"Let's save those words for the trial."
The leader of the enforcement team snorted coldly and waved his hand, "Take them all away."
"Sir, is this the way the Spirit Hall operates?"
But Ye Zhi Qiu did not resist, letting the white-robed steward pull his body along. He simply looked around and spoke loudly.
"Are we, these small sects and academies, really not even allowed to handle our own private affairs?"
The leader froze, his face instantly turning even uglier.
He turned around, looked at the smiling Ye Zhi Qiu, and said, word by word, "Our Spirit Hall never interferes."
However, before he could finish speaking, a voice of doubt suddenly arose from the crowd.
"Yes, why be so domineering?"
"They're just cleaning house, why are you meddling in this?"
"Why not just pay for the broken things?"
"Tsk tsk, so this is the Spirit Hall, used to running rampant and domineering."
As if a stone had been thrown into a pond, countless condemnations surged forth, overwhelming the leader of the enforcement team.
"See?"
Davis laughed smugly, "It's not just the Star Luo family who's come to kick us while we're down after hearing this news. Who on this continent doesn't want the Spirit Hall to fall?"
"Your Highness is wise."
The waiter was full of admiration.
"Brother Weiss is so amazing! Can I stand on the stool with Brother Weiss?"
"Shut up, you idiot!"
On the field, in the center of the crowd.
The head of the enforcement team glared at Ye Zhi Qiu through gritted teeth, while the latter leisurely straightened his clothes, as if he hadn't just been caught.
"Don't worry, we have no intention of going against a behemoth like the Spirit Hall. I'm just doing my own thing. If I've broken any of your rules, please forgive me. Can you let me go now?"
Ye Zhi Qiu patted the hand that was grabbing him, straightened his collar, smiled, pulled the wild boy over, grabbed his neck, and tightened his grip instantly!
"Ugh!"
The boy let out a miserable groan, his bloodshot eyes rolling back; he was barely breathing.
"you!"
The leader was trembling with anger, wishing he could punch through that damned smiling face, but at the same time he was extremely hesitant.
If we let them kill the child, we'll lose all face.
However, if he were to save them, the Spirit Hall would be accused of interfering in the affairs of other sects, a serious accusation he couldn't afford to bear under such a dire situation.
"Well, I know you are all very busy with official duties, so I won't bother you any longer. I'll send over the money for the wall repair this afternoon."
Seeing the group hesitate and not understand, a smug look flashed in Ye Zhi Qiu's eyes. He suddenly exerted force in his hand, about to finish off the wild youth.
But the next second—
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Ye Zhi Qiu screamed and flew backward. The hand that was holding the wild boy was pierced by a "dagger" engraved with dragon patterns.
"Hey you guys, why are you being so polite with him?"
A melodious and clear voice resounded in everyone's ears, but where Ye Zhi Qiu had originally stood, a silver-haired boy had appeared.
He twirled the "dagger" in his hand, his black eyes sweeping across the crowd before finally settling on the howling Ye Zhi Qiu.
"Shouldn't we just kill this kind of person?"
(End of this chapter)