I picked up the scattered attributes

He made up his mind...

He is now going to challenge Xia Donghai and wipe away his previous humiliation!

The next moment, Ancestor Muchen finally noticed the figures standing next to Feng Xia.

The village chief, the old woman, the stutterer, the simple-minded...

Those code names that didn't sound like names—although he hadn't heard of them many times and hadn't dealt with them much—the moment he saw those faces, it was as if a bucket of invisible cold water had been poured over his head, penetrating his heart and instantly extinguishing the passion of Old Ancestor Mu Chen.

"These guys... these old monsters... they actually followed us out!?"

He may not fear Feng Xia, but he cannot help but fear these old monsters.

In particular, he had once seen that small, frail old woman in that village kill two grotesque corpse monsters with a single punch...

Are you moved?

Don't dare to move, don't dare to move!

"Oh?"

Feng Xia glanced at Mu Chen, how could he possibly hide the old man's little schemes from his sharp eyes?

Thinking of this, Feng Xia grinned, a rather broad smile appearing on his face: "Ancestor Muchen, what do you want right now?"

"Of course, it has to be now..."

Seeing Feng Xia's gaze, Mu Chen's eyes darted around. Although his true form was a divine drum, at this moment, he felt an urge to break out in a cold sweat.

Damn it, he had completely overlooked the existence of these old monsters!

"you……"

Just then, a furious voice suddenly came from behind: "You guys are really... so big..."

"The old ancestor has decided to beat this pervert up again for you right now!"

Ancestor Muchen gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed towards the Northern Cold King who had just gotten up. Without saying a word, he immediately launched a heavy punch!

"I'll beat you to death, you psychopath!"

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Chapter 0421

Dengdeng!

Boom!

The continuous drumbeats echoed in all directions.

Mixed in with it were the furious roars of the Northern Cold King and the shouts of the Old Ancestor Muchen, which sounded like a brawl between hooligans.

"Roar... I'll fight you to the death!"

"What are you competing for? Do you even have money? If you don't have money, what's the point of competing!"

"Damn it! How dare you humiliate me like this! Ancestor Mu Chen, from this day forward, whether in heaven or on earth, I will never... Ugh... Ugh..."

"Bah! Absolutely not? Tell me then, this old ancestor is all ears!"

While he said he was all ears, in reality, Ancestor Mu Chen was launching a series of powerful attacks.

Taking advantage of the Northern Cold King's momentary lapse in attention, he punched him without saying a word, silencing the demon king.

After several rounds, this powerful demon king, who had been so spirited not long ago, was covered in blood. The Yin-Yang Taiji diagram behind him had collapsed. He would sometimes transform into human form and sometimes revert to his original form, roaring as he fought against Ancestor Mu Chen.

"I...I will definitely kill you—"

"Killed the ancestor? Besides touching the ancestor's butt, what else can you do?"

Upon hearing this, Ancestor Muchen spat out a mouthful of spittle in disdain.

Feng Xia silently erected a magical barrier, keeping the flying spittle out.

By this point, all the onlookers had gone from initial shock to awe, and finally, they were completely numb.

"A villain... a complete and utter villain!"

"The rumors are absolutely true, this old man is a complete scoundrel!"

Many of the demonic beasts felt a chill run down their spines.

Now, but it's clear...

The attack power of Ancestor Muchen has indeed become much stronger than before. If one is not careful to defend against a full-force attack, even someone like King Han would be injured.

However, it is just trauma.

With the regenerative power of a dignified demon king, even the slightest injury can be completely healed in just one or two breaths.

The real problem is that Ancestor Muchen's attack methods are just one move over and over again!

It's not particularly lethal, but it's somewhat lethal; more than that, it's disgusting.

Unfortunately, Ancestor Muchen's defense was astonishing, like an annoying plaster that could neither kill nor escape, and he was repeatedly stuck to this bastard. The blood on the Northern Cold King's body was not from Ancestor Muchen's attacks, but from the anger caused by this old scoundrel!

"The Northern Cold King is a tragedy. His cultivation has indeed become stronger, and he can defeat other demon kings. But he just happened to run into this freak, Ancestor Mu Chen!"

Ying Chengpeng murmured in a hoarse voice.

He thought to himself that if he were in the other's shoes and replaced the Cold King with himself, the outcome of this battle would probably not be much better.

"This old man is simply an indestructible lump of gold that can't be smashed or broken!"

"Bah bah bah!"

After seemingly hammering Han Wang into the ground for what felt like the umpteenth time, Ancestor Muchen clicked his tongue, turned around with a displeased expression, and then instantly switched to a beaming smile, rubbing his hands as he approached Feng Xia: "This... you see... is this result... satisfactory?"

"You... bastard..."

The King of the Far North was so angry that he vomited blood again.

At this moment, some other demonic beasts finally discerned a different meaning in the words of Ancestor Muchen: "This old fellow... seems to be trying to curry favor with Xia Donghai?"

"No way?! Xia Donghai only escaped from the hands of the Holy Son, so what merits does he have that makes Ancestor Muchen fawn over him like this?"

"Are you stupid? No matter what merits or abilities he has, he can still make Ancestor Mu Chen fawn over him like this. If you're so capable, why don't you do it yourself?"

"What exactly is going on here?!"

The monsters whispered amongst themselves, their voices rising and falling.

In that instant, even the collapsing Demon Emperor's Mausoleum above them seemed to become a mere backdrop; even the collapse of the sky and the sinking of the earth could not conceal the shock in their hearts at that moment.

"you……"

Seeing that Ancestor Muchen had stopped attacking, the Northern Cold King glanced around before staggering to his feet. His face was as black as iron, and he wanted to say a few harsh words, but he choked on his words halfway through.

He was afraid of being disgusted by Old Ancestor Mu Chen again.

after all……

That old man is truly disgusting!

"It was done pretty well."

Feng Xia finally nodded, which made Ancestor Muchen breathe a long sigh of relief. However, he then heard Feng Xia continue, "But it's not right for you to beat up an innocent passerby in public like this."

Ancestor Muchen's heart jumped again.

Is it possible to say...

Is this jinx still not satisfied?

This jinx is truly unbearable!

"Next time you're going to make a move, remember to drag him to a secluded place, and then you can do whatever you want with him," Feng Xia advised patiently. "Judging from this guy's cultivation level, he should be someone of importance. It's really disrespectful of you to just slap him in the face like that."

"At the very least, you should cover his face first before you slap him."

"Next time, definitely next time!"

Ancestor Muchen breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his hands together, and chuckled.

But then he realized something: "You... don't know this guy?"

Judging from Feng Xia's tone, it seems she doesn't even know who this person is!

Feng Xia immediately shook his head: "I'm just a nobody with weak cultivation, how could I possibly have anything to do with someone like this? Besides, this guy is strange, he immediately said that I have his son's aura on me..."

Why does what you're saying sound so condescending?

"Impossible! My son bears a special mark left by me. Not long ago, the mark suddenly disappeared, but you bear the aura of my child!"

Upon hearing this, the Cold King could no longer contain himself and said in a cold voice, "I could never be wrong about this!"

"Who is your son?" Feng Xia asked another question.

"My son, Shuangxueming!"

"Frost and Snow Brighten..."

Feng Xia finally realized what was happening. Wasn't this the giant worm that inexplicably committed suicide at the foot of the central sacred mountain?

At the time, he also wanted to "knock" some more good things out of Shuang Xueming, after all, as the son of a demon king, he must have a lot of good things on him.