Chapter 760 - 691: Looking down on the manure picker?_1
Before the small mountain village.
All were somewhat dumbfounded.
“This… this Grey Mist Long Bridge, just like that it’s been destroyed?”
Lu Shoushi was a bit bewildered, his gaze shifting to the Old Yellow Bull at the entrance of the village, his heart churning with huge waves!
Heavens, this bull…what Realm could it possibly be in?
Unimaginable!
Definitely beyond the Divine Path, and moreover, it must possess an origin not weaker than that of the Grey Mist.
“Woof… such a vicious bull!”
The Demon Emperor’s eyes shone even brighter, practically wishing he could run over and lick the cow’s hooves.
It was so fierce; he even wanted to transform into a cow and till the fields in the village.
“…Really didn’t expect that the village’s bull would be so powerful, I was careless, too careless.”
Yun Qianshan felt a bit of retrospective fear. He knew everything in the village was not simple, but he had not imagined the bull could be powerful to this extent.
Mu Rantian and the others were equally shocked, as this was also their first time witnessing the Old Yellow Bull taking action.
Venerable Haoming and Saintess Zhen Xuan were even more stunned; this Old Yellow Bull…was actually so terrifying.
Could this bull be the peerless great person hidden within the Great Ruins Realm?
No, that’s not right, this bull… seemingly was just an ordinary plow bull in the village.
Both of them had their minds swirling with towering waves, feeling that this was something beyond their imagination.
“Who… who ambushed me?!”
At this moment, Zhenming Laozu had already stood up.
He was covered in “Three Lives Soil,” once invincible and high above, but now he was in a sorry state, covered in dust and dirt.
Behind him, a group of elders from the Holy Land were also infuriated.
Zhenming Laozu raised his eyes to look forward and was immediately startled:
“That’s not right… this small mountain village…”
He vaguely felt that his Origin of the Grey Mist, when faced with this small mountain village, was actually shrinking and trembling, as if it feared the village!
How was that possible…
The Origin of the Grey Mist was one of the strongest origins in the world, even the God Emperor could not obliterate it!
In the legends about the Calamity Epoch, it made people turn pale with fear, and even gods and buddhas would close their eyes.
Yet now, the Grey Mist seemed to be suppressed by the aura of this small mountain village?
At this moment, he too was filled with doubts and uncertainty; could it be that this small mountain village… had something strange?
“Old ancestor, let’s charge; let’s destroy this small mountain village! This village must contain an origin different from that of the Grey Mist; if we get it, the Holy Land shall soar to the heavens!”
And Minglan was shouting loudly, as he was eager for revenge!
Hearing this, Zhenming Laozu was also wavering; this small mountain village might truly have some treasure…
“A bunch of small-timers, still daring to covet our village’s property?”
At this time, Yun Qianshan bellowed:
“Do you not see my Bull Brother before your eyes?”
At this moment, he was utterly composed inside.
Completely steady; with Old Yellow Bull here, what was there to fear?
Hearing this, Zhenming Laozu grew angry and said:
“A mere bull, also dares to play tricks and pose as divine!”
Gathering his courage, he moved forward and said:
“I possess the Origin of the Grey Mist, Undying and Indestructible, what is there to fear!”
Old Yellow Bull, however, remained calm. It suddenly turned its head back to look towards the village.
There, on a small path in the village, a few men were coming along, carrying manure.
“Trash collectors, come here for a moment.”
The Old Yellow Bull spoke.
Immediately, those men set down their baskets and jogged over, the forefront man dressed in ragged clothes patched all over, spoke deferentially:
“Bull Master, did you call for us?”
This man was none other than Ming Tianbei!
—Recently, Old Lady Lu’s manure pen in the village was full, so they went to help dig it out!
Now, the manure they had excavated had to be carried out bucket by bucket to the fields to ferment for later use, so it wouldn’t be wasted.
Old Yellow Bull nodded its head and lifted a hoof to point at the group of Gray Mist Cultivators outside the village as it said:
“For you to practice your hands.”
Hearing this, Ming Tianbei immediately understood; those people outside the village seemed to be seeking death by coming to trouble the small mountain village.
“Brothers, follow me!”
Ming Tianbei immediately called out, leading the people out of the small mountain village and pointing at the people from Zhenming Holy Land, he said:
“Take them down!”
Seeing this, Zhenming Laozu grew even angrier and said:
“A group of trash-picking beggars dares to make noise? Seeking death!”
“Kill!”
Suddenly, a group of elders from Zhenming Holy Land charged into battle.
“Look down on trash pickers? Brothers, let’s show them what trash is!”
Ming Tianbei was also angry!
A group of Demon Marshals, fearless, rushed over and engaged in fierce battle with these elders.
Their realms were not extremely high, generally residing within the Divine King Realm.
However, once battle commenced, the elders of Zhenming Holy Land were all shocked.
“Damn… what is this big black pot made of, unmovable?!”
Danming Demon Marshal held a big black pot that withstood the bombardment of those at Venerable level, unshaken!
“This old and tattered whip, how can it scatter my grey mist? What kind of supreme treasure is it?”
An elder, facing the whip in Tie Shan Demon Marshal’s hands, dodged left and right, filled with dread.
“These iron nails… can be lethal!”
Another elder, driven to flee in all directions by a Demon Marshal’s thrown iron nails, shouted angrily:
“I’d like to see how many iron nails you have!”
But no sooner had he spoken than the Demon Marshal let out a cold laugh, took off a worn cloth bag from his body, opened it and, inside, were all kinds of iron nails, iron shrapnel, and the like.
The elder’s eyes widened in shock. Damn… so many terrifying hidden weapons?!
For a while, these elders simply couldn’t gain the upper hand!
“This… are these the trashes they’ve picked up?”
On the side, Lu Shoushi and others were all stunned.
They could all tell that each item, the pot, the whip, the iron nails… was extremely horrifying.
If in their hands, they even felt that they could directly slaughter Zhenming Laozu!
These things, actually being called trash in the small mountain village…???
Their hearts were filled with complexity. Who the hell would dare to look down on those picking up trash? This wasn’t a group of beggars; this was a group of father-killers!!
…
“Laozu, save me!”
Soon enough, the group of elders from Zhenming Holy Land couldn’t hold on anymore!
Seeing this, Zhenming Laozu became furious, and his raging aura surged toward Ming Tianbei and others!
At once, Ming Tianbei and the others were knocked back dozens of steps, retreating to the entrance of the village, their complexions somewhat pale.
Sub-Emperor Level… they were hard to deal with!
“A group of trash pickers, dung-lifting butchers also dares to be fierce!”
“If I don’t kill you, how can Zhenming Holy Land stand in the world!”
He stepped forward, saying, “You all must die!”
A palm strike thundered out, like the roar of thunder shaking the heavens, as if waves were crashing against the riverbank, with endless grey mist surging astonishingly!
Upon hearing this, one of the Demon Marshals, a man with a cool demeanor, suddenly revealed a cold smile and said:
“Look down on trash pickers, and also look down on those who carry dung?”
He turned around, then walked over to a bucket of dung, and took out a Fencha!
He stabbed the Fencha into the dung bucket, coating it with dripping dung water.
Then, he abruptly lifted the Fencha and hurled it with all his might at Zhenming Laozu!
The moment the Fencha was thrown, the rolling grey mist outside the village instantly dispersed, not daring to touch the Fencha!
Zhenming Laozu’s myriad layers of grey mist became like nothingness in the face of this Fencha!
That Fencha, dripping with liquid, came flying straight at him.
“No!”
At that moment, Zhenming Laozu suddenly felt an immense fear.
As if the Fencha was the sickle of the Grim Reaper!
No escape, irresistible.
He felt inside him, the Origin of the Grey Mist, curl up into a ball, trembling as if in great fear.
“Don’t…”
He turned to run, but the Fencha had already viciously pierced his chest!
Zhenming Laozu’s body jolted, he dumbfoundedly looked down at the Fencha sticking out of his chest, vaguely able to smell the fresh and strong scent on the Fencha…
His eyes filled with humiliation and rage, he had never imagined, in his life, to actually die by a dung fork…
Then, he fell straight down.
Completely extinguished!
At this moment, the many powerhouses of Zhenming Holy Land were dead silent, staring dumbfounded at this scene.
Zhexingsun, Demon Emperor, and the others then fell silent, deeply silent!
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