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"Nascent Soul Stage Monk!"

Everyone present looked shocked.

If a Martial Emperor and a Nascent Soul cultivator could be evenly matched, then a Martial God would basically be instantly killed if he encountered a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Damn it, what good stuff does this kid have that has attracted even Nascent Soul cultivators here!"

Someone started cursing under their breath.

Once a Nascent Soul cultivator appears, they can stop now. The only possibility is that they might get a few scraps after everyone else has finished eating.

Although unwilling, no one wanted to leave. They were already here, so they figured they might as well watch the spectacle and see how many treasures a Nascent Soul cultivator could extort from this kid.

"Sect Leader Huang, I am Du from Medicine King Valley."

Old Ghost Du wanted to use the reputation of Medicine King Valley to get Huang Lingtian to leave him some benefits.

However, he didn't understand Huang Lingtian at all. He gave Du Laogui a sinister look and said, "Who are you? What business is it of mine?"
If you want to get something out of me, come on, fight me first.

"Damn it, old dermatitis, get out of my way! You're just a martial god, I could kill you with one slap!"

Du Laogui's face turned pale and then red as Huang Lingtian choked him, but that's how it is in the Martial Emperor Continent, where strength is paramount.

They are Nascent Soul stage cultivators; they have the right to be arrogant.

"Haha, Mr. Huang, do as you please, I'll just watch the show."

Mo Duanhun, carrying his precious sword, took a few steps back.

"Hmph, trash!"

Huang Lingtian snorted. In his opinion, only the Martial Emperor on the entire continent could earn his respect. Other experts would not last more than a few rounds under his Myriad Soul Banner.

Mo Duanhun blushed and scratched his head awkwardly. He had no temper whatsoever in front of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Since Qin Yu came to the Martial Emperor Continent, he has done his fair share of killing and looting, so he is no longer surprised by such scenes.

In fact, whether in the secular world or on the Martial Emperor Continent, the principle of "big fish eat little fish, and little fish eat shrimp" applies.

Whoever is strong can control the world's resources.

Although he was surrounded by a group of experts, Qin Yu was not flustered. The moment Huang Lingtian appeared, he had already figured out how to deal with them.

Huang Lingtian was left to Zhu Zhen. No matter what level of cultivation he had, he was no match for Zhu Zhen's invincible three seconds.

That treacherous old devil Du will be left to Kui Wu. He has already stepped halfway into the realm of demon god, and his combat power is at least between the peak of Martial God and the early stage of Martial Emperor.

As for the remaining small karami, I can handle it all by myself.

"Qingxue, go inside the tower and rest for a while."

With a thought, Qin Yu took Ye Qingxue into the spirit tower. Ye Qingxue was the weakest among them; if she were taken hostage, it would be troublesome.

With no worries about the future, Qin Yu could finally get things done.

Huang Lingtian saw that the kid in front of him was just a piece of trash in the late Foundation Establishment stage, yet he was looking at him with a calm expression, as if he had been greatly humiliated.

"Kid, do you even know I'm a Nascent Soul cultivator? If there were ten thousand Foundation Establishment trash like you, I could slap them all to death."

Huang Lingtian said in a cold tone.

"Perhaps to others, a Nascent Soul stage cultivator is very strong, but in my eyes, you are not even as good as a pig."

Qin Yu said calmly.

"I'm crazy"

Huang Lingtian was so angry that his nose was practically steaming, and his blood pressure soared to 180. He felt that he, a Nascent Soul cultivator, was not even as good as a pig.
He opened his palm and slapped it towards Qin Yu.

A golden handprint appeared out of thin air, looking extremely imposing.

“My boss is right. Inside the well, a Nascent Soul cultivator may be very powerful, but outside the well, a Nascent Soul cultivator is just trash.”

At this moment, a large, fat pig weighing four or five hundred pounds appeared in front of Qin Yu. It looked at Huang Lingtian with disdain and spoke in human language, "What kind of demon is this?"

The onlookers were stunned. They had never heard of pigs becoming demons in the Martial Emperor Continent.

"Damn it, you fat pig, how dare you talk so arrogantly! I'll slap you to death right now, then rip you open and serve you a pig soup to everyone in the Martial Emperor Continent!"

Huang Ling was furious. He had only used half of his power and had even held back a bit, all in an effort to capture this fat pig alive.

At that time, the Xuan Yin Sect will also hold a "Pig-Scraping Soup" event, inviting people from the Qingyun Continent to come and eat pig-scraping rice for free.

If we do another live stream, we might be able to make several million spirit stones in just three days.

"Want to eat your grandfather Zhu Zhen's pork soup? Maybe in your next life! Here's your trick!"

Zhu Zhen had been resting in the Spirit Tower for so long that his skill cooldown period had long passed, so he immediately used a skill that granted him three seconds of invincibility.

With a lowered head, it lunged forward like a bull, moving at great speed, leaving only a white blur in the distance.

Huang Lingtian remained calm and composed, with one hand behind his back, displaying the imposing demeanor of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

boom.
The next second, he felt lightheaded, as if he were being pushed backward by a train.

His internal organs felt like they were about to burst open, and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He was completely stunned; he had actually been injured by a pig.

But before he could react, Zhu Zhen's two nimble pig hooves kicked him in the chest again.

boom.
Huang Lingtian's body was shaped like a "U" as he fell from mid-air and crashed to the ground, raising clouds of dust.

The onlookers were utterly dumbfounded. Was Huang Lingtian, this Nascent Soul cultivator, too weak, or was this pig just too powerful?
"knock off!"

Three seconds later, Zhu Zhen turned into a dog and scurried back behind Qin Yu.

"Cough cough."

"metropolitan!"

Huang Lingtian brought along some experts who quickly helped him up.

"go!"

Huang Lingtian has lost face completely today, and the fat pig's mysterious and unpredictable methods have made him very wary.

He stared intently in Qin Yu's direction, jumped onto the spirit boat, and quickly disappeared without a trace.

"Is it possible that this fat pig's attack method is a one-time event?"

Old Du stroked his beard, seemingly talking to himself.

If this fat pig is really that powerful, able to easily defeat a Nascent Soul stage expert, it must be at least at the level of a demon god.

However, deep within the Western Nether Sea, there has never been any record of a demon god being a pig.

Qin Yu was able to subdue a demon god as his subordinate, so what kind of cultivation level must he have? How could he be unknown in the Martial Emperor Continent?
"Old Du, why don't you go and test the waters?"

Mo Duanhun urged.

"Just try it!"

Old Du narrowed his eyes, clenched his fist, and a golden fist shadow appeared in the void, surrounded by raging flames, like a burning meteor, and smashed towards Qin Yu.

The saying goes that fortune favors the bold; if you've made the right bet, you'll be rich today.

"Boss, leave this old geezer to me."

Kui Wu volunteered to fight, took a step forward, and was in front of the huge fist shadow. He also swung his fist, which was as big as a casserole dish.

boom.
After a loud bang, Kui Wu remained completely still.

Old Man Du swayed slightly; in just one move, the difference in skill was immediately apparent. (End of Chapter)