Chapter 880 - 779: Provocation

Chapter 880: Chapter 779: Provocation

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly and still smiled, asking, "So, do you have any instructions?"

In this sentence, perhaps it was just an illusion, but Sang Daokun felt a tinge of chill within, which made him even angrier. How is it that both young and old of the Po Yuan Sect are always so arrogant and rude? He never considered that stopping people halfway and questioning them might be impolite!

A surge of anger rushed to his chest, and even though a powerful dragon shouldn’t bully a local snake, what does the Po Yuan Sect count as a local snake? Haotian Village is the one that truly holds power, yet even Haotian Village doesn’t act so blatantly.

Sang Daokun’s eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and driven by his rage, he emboldened his malice, stating in a stern voice, "Leave the item, but you may leave!"

This statement surprised not only the opposing party but even his own people were taken aback. However, the original members of the Xianglong Sword Sect would always adhere to the Sect Leader’s words. The three of them simply smiled knowingly, understanding Sang Daokun’s desire to prove himself.

So be it. The Po Yuan Sect is too arrogant; they have never been belittled like this before.

The young man squinted as if he hadn’t understood Sang Daokun’s words, and asked, "What did you say?"

Sang Daokun coldly replied, "I said, leave the item, you can scram!"

A glint of icy indifference crossed the young man’s eyes, and with a cold expression, he said, "I allow you to take back those words!"

Sang Daokun spat and cursed, "Take back what? I’m here to rob you, can’t you understand?"

Robbing people at the foothill of Haotian Village is certainly novel.

Especially when considering that the robbed items were meant for Haotian Village, it felt like venting some anger. With that thought, he became even more triumphant, shouting, "Scram!"

The roar carried his Inner Strength, intended to demonstrate to these people, hopefully to shock them until blood trickled from their noses and mouths.

Yet after that shout, the people before him remained unmoved, but instead, a woman’s muffled cry was heard.

Sang Daokun quickly turned around. Behind him, Sang Xuewei’s face was pale, clearly having suffered internal injuries, and several members of the Xianglong Sword Sect didn’t look good either. He wanted to hurt others, but instead, it was his own people who ended up hurt.

Injuring those few subordinates was one thing, but his precious daughter was harmed.

Thinking that his beloved daughter was hurt because of these people before him, Sang Daokun’s face brimmed with murderous intent, and he gazed at them more fiercely.

And his provocation earlier made those people have little goodwill towards them.

The young man turned to his companions and said, "A few mangy dogs jump out on the road, deal with them, but be careful not to dirty our belongings!"

Both sides practically moved at the same time.

Earlier, Lu Qianxue went up the mountain to ask for a betrothal for her son, intending to avoid bloodshed, merely tossing them down the mountain.

But now, the young man’s group didn’t receive any other instructions, so after being provoked, they naturally fought back fiercely!

The young men of the Po Yuan Sect left four people to guard the chests while the rest engaged in battle.

Sang Daokun thought he could take revenge after being mistreated by Lu Qianxue, assuming he had found a soft target, only to discover it was an iron-hard challenge.

When lying on the ground, the sharp, clear pain spread through his body, and when he couldn’t even lift a finger, tears of fear and regret streamed down his face!

His tendon had been severed, and not just his, no one except Sang Xuewei escaped unscathed.

What left them more despairing was that the battle didn’t even last long.

He had always thought he was strong, believed the Xianglong Sword Sect was formidable. However, facing absolute power, arrogance was really useless! And beneath the renowned name, it wasn’t just a hollow reputation.