A moment later, as if someone's angry shout carried over from the distance—too far away to be heard clearly.
Hearing the sound, Yang Kai's expression instantly became interesting. He recognized one voice as Meng Wuya's, another as Long Zaitian's, along with many other shouts and roars mixed together.
They're fighting? Yang Kai understood, realizing this commotion was likely caused by Old Man Meng seeking revenge.
It was just that the scope of the disturbance was far too wide. Judging by the direction the sound came from, a fierce battle must be happening over at the Blood Battle Gang's mining area. That place was dozens of li away from here.
Across such a vast distance, the earth was still trembling ceaselessly, and Yang Kai could even feel the fluctuations of Yuan Qi unleashed by the experts over there.
So powerful! Wondering when he himself might reach such heights, Yang Kai's eyes flashed with anticipation and excitement.
Suddenly, accompanied by the sounds of several doors opening, the guarding disciples from those wooden huts in the Black Wind Market stepped out simultaneously.
Su Yan of Lingxiao Pavilion, Hu Jiao'er of the Blood Battle Gang, and Fang Ziqi of the Wind and Rain Tower—all three wore grave expressions as they looked towards the direction of the great battle. Then, in unison, they employed their movement techniques, transforming into three afterimages that shot out. One white shadow, one green shadow, one gray shadow.
The white shadow was Su Yan, leading the charge; the green shadow was Hu Jiao'er, in the middle; and the gray shadow was Fang Ziqi, last. The disparity in strength among the three guarding disciples was evident at a glance.
"Some excitement to see! Let's hurry over and check it out!" Someone cried in panic, while others, fearing the world wasn't chaotic enough, immediately raised their voices and chased after the three guards' fading figures.
Quite a few followed them, throwing the Black Wind Market into instant disarray. Stall owners hurriedly packed up their goods, and buyers scrambled along with the flowing crowd.
"A battle between Shenyou Realm experts! It's definitely a battle between Shenyou Realm experts! A rare spectacle! If we miss it today, who knows when we'll see another one. Let's go! We should go too!" A disciple from the Wind and Rain Tower exclaimed, his face flushed with excitement, spitting as he rallied his fellow disciples.
"Better not go. What if we get caught in the crossfire? Wouldn't we die horribly?"
"We'll just watch from far away. It'll be fine. Those are all experts who can control their moves precisely. They wouldn't hurt bystanders, right?"
In just a few exchanges of words, another large group of people rushed out.
Yang Kai's expression shifted. He knew exactly what was happening. But he hadn't expected Old Man Meng to go this far. After this battle, the three surrounding powers would definitely be stirred up, likely attracting everyone over.
Standing in place and pondering for a moment, Yang Kai also joined the crowd, dashing away.
He wanted to know the final outcome of this battle! Whether Manager Meng would win or lose!
Just as the Black Wind Market descended into chaos, the fighting at the Blood Battle Gang's mining area had already reached a fever pitch.
After Meng Wuya carried Long Jun and flew here, he had gone straight for Long Zaitian. The latter hadn't even figured out what was happening before he was overwhelmed by a barrage of killing moves.
Long Zaitian felt immensely wronged. He didn't know Meng Wuya at all, but the other party's relentless, fight-to-the-death attitude infuriated him greatly. Long Zaitian was advanced in years and held the esteemed position of the Blood Battle Gang's Vice Gang Leader. When had he ever suffered such an unjustified beating? Immediately, anger surged from his heart, and he unleashed his strength to battle Meng Wuya.
Less than ten moves later, Meng Wuya blasted Long Zaitian straight out of the sky. Just as he was about to take his life, Hu Man and the others were forced to intervene.
Though Hu Man was secretly glad to see Long Zaitian suppressed, the latter was, after all, a veteran of three generations in the Blood Battle Gang. For Meng Wuya to come alone and humiliate Long Zaitian so openly in front of everyone? The other members of the Blood Battle Gang couldn't possibly stand by and watch!
Even if Hu Man didn't act, the other experts would have rushed to save him. So Hu Man had no choice but to take the lead and put on a show.
This made things lively indeed. What had started as a one-on-one duel instantly turned into a melee! Meng Wuya fought one against a thousand, matching ten Shenyou Realm experts of the Blood Battle Gang without losing ground. His presence was truly majestic and unrivaled!
Moreover, during the fight, he was at his most humiliating. His venomous tongue rivaled that of a snake or scorpion. Not only did he physically suppress Long Zaitian, but he also verbally humiliated him at every turn.
Long Zaitian's aged face turned a livid purple from holding back. He wanted to hurl insults back but couldn't bring himself to lose that last shred of dignity. He could only attack in a sullen silence, occasionally taking another hit or two from Meng Wuya. He didn't know how many mouthfuls of blood he'd coughed up, his appearance utterly wretched, bearing no resemblance to the usual imposing manner of the Blood Battle Gang's Vice Gang Leader!
After another clash, Meng Wuya retreated to hover in midair, while the numerous Blood Battle Gang experts stood on the ground. Both sides temporarily ceased hostilities, glaring at each other from a distance.
Long Zaitian felt like he was grinding his teeth to dust. Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, his entire body trembling with rage. Yet he didn't dare to be too rash. Enduring the humiliation, he asked, "Might I ask who you truly are? How have I, Long, offended you that you must humiliate me like this!"
It was so unfair! If he had genuinely offended the other party, with clear reason and evidence, then having them come seeking revenge would be understandable. But Long Zaitian had never even seen Meng Wuya before. The other party arrived beating and cursing, leaving him completely baffled and in the dark. How could this be acceptable!
He had to get an answer! A scholar may be killed but not humiliated! Even if this was a misunderstanding and he died here today, he had to demand justice!
"Hmph!" Meng Wuya stood proudly in midair and gave a cold snort, dismissing him with contempt. "You didn't provoke me, and you didn't offend me!"
Long Zaitian's body jerked violently. He pointed a trembling finger at Meng Wuya, shaking for a long while before managing a single word: "You..."
That one word had barely left his lips before Long Zaitian spat out another mouthful of fresh blood. He made choking sounds in his throat, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.
Didn't provoke, didn't offend? Then why come here to beat and curse me, old man? I'm nearly buried in my grave, yet I still have to suffer this kind of grievance. Is that fair or not?
"Feeling aggrieved, are we? Want to kill this old man but can't manage it?" Meng Wuya sneered repeatedly, showing Long Zaitian absolutely no quarter.