How could Bao Butong tolerate someone daring to insult his Young Lord?
This palm strike was as swift as thunder, the palm wind fierce, bringing with it a whistling sound.
The palm strength was incomparably overbearing, as if it could shatter rocks and divert rivers.
He was truly enraged, putting his full strength into this attack!
If an ordinary person were hit head-on, while they wouldn't die, they would need to be bedridden for several months to recover.
Fahai's brow furrowed at the sight.
Just speaking a few truths, and he's met with such a heavy hand?
As expected of someone from Gusu Murong Manor.
But he wasn't someone to be bullied either; since things had come to this, he could only meet the challenge.
As Bao Butong charged forward with aggressive Aura, Fahai let out a low shout:
"Kasaya!"
As his voice fell, the brocade kasaya on his body suddenly flashed with a golden light!
The moment Bao Butong's palm strike arrived—
With a flash of golden light, Bao Butong was sent flying by a huge force!
With a bang!
Bao Butong fell heavily to the ground, a mouthful of fresh blood spewed from his mouth, and then his head slumped, unconscious.
"Third Brother Bao!"
A subordinate cried out in alarm and quickly went to check on his condition.
A moment later, his expression became extremely grim.
"Third Brother Bao is seriously injured; he'll need at least a year of rest to recover."
Hearing this, Murong Fu's expression also darkened.
His four chief retainers were all people he relied heavily on, loyal and dependable.
Now that Bao Butong was severely injured, it was like losing an arm!
What was even more shocking was that golden light circulated around that Little Monk...
Could it be Protective Aura?
Had he perhaps already reached the Grandmaster realm?
Murong Fu's brow twitched slightly, a little surprised in his heart.
This young Little Monk, was he actually a Grandmaster?
But upon closer inspection, he felt something was off.
Protective Aura shouldn't look like that.
After a brief thought, Murong Fu came back to his senses, his emotions gradually calming.
It's good that he's not a Grandmaster.
With his own Innate Late Stage cultivation, plus the unique skill of "Star Shifting," no one below the Grandmaster realm could defeat him!
He stared at Fahai, his gaze a few shades colder.
"I am Murong Fu of Gusu. May I ask who Your Excellency is?"
"We merely had a verbal dispute; there was no need for such a heavy hand."
"Murong Fu?"
The fight in the inn had already attracted everyone's attention, and when they heard him announce his name, everyone burst into an uproar.
It was actually Nan Murong, who was as famous as Qiao Feng of the North!
The twentieth-ranked expert on the innate ranking, a name that resounded throughout the Jianghu!
Who was that Little Monk, how dare he clash with Murong Fu and even injure his retainer!
It seemed this matter would likely not end well.
Hearing Murong Fu's name, Xuzhu's heart tightened, his face filled with anxiety.
Indeed, it was that Nan Murong of Gusu.
Senior Brother Fahai had offended such an existence; what should they do?
Murong Fu's strength far surpassed Fahai's.
Fahai, however, remained calm, showing no fear.
What if he was Murong Fu? Just a famous name.
He claimed it was just a verbal dispute, but when Bao Butong struck just now, he almost left him bedridden for half a year.
Since that was the case, Fahai naturally had to retaliate with even greater force, making him lie down for a year.
He sneered, saying, "Just teaching him a lesson. If you don't have the ability, don't come out to show off."
"Otherwise, this is what happens."
Fahai's gaze was like a torch, looking directly at Murong Fu, his words carrying a double meaning.
A double entendre, aimed at both Bao Butong and subtly mocking Murong Fu.
Murong Fu was instantly enraged.
"You may insult me, but I can tolerate it. How dare you injure my loyal servant!"
"As the head of a family, I must seek justice for my subordinate today!"
At these words, the inn erupted in cheers.
"Such a protective master is truly rare."
"As expected of Nan Murong."
The other retainers were deeply moved, wishing they could go through fire and water for Murong Fu.
Fahai's lips curled into a sneer, full of mockery.
Clearly, he couldn't swallow the insult and wanted to cause trouble, yet he had to put on a show of standing up for his retainer, fearing for his reputation.
He was simply hypocritical to the extreme.
Murong Fu in the novel was just like this, outwardly righteous but inwardly full of schemes. The further it went, the more thoroughly his sinister nature was exposed.
The current situation was the same, especially in front of the Buddhist "Mind-Reading Skill," Murong Fu's thoughts and intentions were revealed without any concealment.
Deep down, he wished he could tear the opponent to shreds, simply because his resentment was unbearable.
But he was afraid of affecting the reputation of the Gusu Murong family, so he found another excuse, trying to hide his true intentions.
This way, he could both establish an image of righteousness and seize the opportunity to vent his anger.
Murong Fu, oh Murong Fu, though you are a person of duplicity, this strategy of yours is indeed astonishing.
Since that's the case, then I can only use my fists to reveal your true colors.
Lack of self-awareness is your biggest flaw.
You also want to teach this Little Monk a lesson?
Heh.
"If you want to fight, then fight; why waste words."
"It's just, do you have the qualifications?"
Fahai scanned Murong Fu from head to toe, speaking in a cold tone.
"No."
At these words, the inn immediately burst into an uproar, everyone showing shocked expressions.
This Little Monk, how dare he be so arrogant?
That was Murong Fu!
An Innate Late Stage expert!
An existence ranked twentieth on the innate ranking!
The noble Young Master of the Murong family, with a profound Legacy, and his Star Shifting technique was renowned throughout the world!
How could an unknown nobody be a match for Nan Murong?
This Little Monk, he must be ignorant of his own limits, seeking his own death.
Everyone disbelieved, casting disdainful glances.
What a boastful person.
"Senior Brother Fahai, how about... we apologize?"
The surrounding discussions made Xuzhu a bit uneasy.
Although Senior Brother Fahai was formidable, the opponent was the widely renowned Nan Murong of Gusu.
Who was Nan Murong of Gusu?
A top-tier expert in the top twenty of the innate ranking!
His ranking was much higher than Senior Brother Fahai's.
Confronting such a powerful expert rashly, Xuzhu truly felt unsure.
"Fahai?"
Hearing this name, a well-informed guest suddenly trembled.
"So it's him?"
Since the innate ranking was updated, Fahai's name had already spread throughout the Jianghu.
Many Martial Forest figures had heard of his deeds.
"Is it that Fahai who defeated Zhaixing Zi in one move and entered the top hundred of the innate ranking upon his debut?"
When the people around heard this, their expressions immediately changed.
They originally thought this Little Monk was just humiliating himself.
Unexpectedly, he was also a formidable character!
To enter the top hundred right after being ranked, he was also an exceptionally talented young Prodigy!
No wonder he dared to challenge Murong Fu.
In this case, this fight might not be as one-sided as imagined.
Instead, it might be a evenly matched contest.
The onlookers immediately became interested.
Whether the newly advanced expert would be superior, or the veteran strongman would be more skilled, was something everyone eagerly anticipated.
Murong Fu himself was also shaken.
So he was an expert in the top hundred of the innate ranking, no wonder he was so arrogant.
He completely disregarded him.
However, a mere hundredth rank was not worth Murong Fu's attention.
Listening to them, this Little Monk was even a young Genius?
That's good, the more such a Prodigy, the better.
This Little Monk was ranked one hundredth on the innate ranking, a huge gap from him, so he might not be able to defeat him.
If he could defeat such a famous young Genius in the Jianghu, Murong Fu would surely once again make his name resound throughout the Jianghu!
What Murong Fu truly cared about was widespread fame.
