Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 352 A Slap

Lu Ci snorted coldly, and before he could catch his breath, his old face was slapped by Cheng Mo.

An old face can never compare to a slap; he was forced to slap himself to the ground.

With a muffled thud, several cracks appeared in the bluestone pavement, and Lü Ci's head became stuck in one of the cracks, his whole body lying on the ground in a twisted position.

Cheng Mo patted Lü Ci on the back of the head: "Grandpa Lü, you're not good enough either. You're not even as good as Old Tu. Or should I give you some more trouble?"

Lu Ci was filled with shock.

He barely saw Cheng Mo make a move, but he couldn't react at all, and his body's instincts couldn't keep up.

More importantly, the Ruyi Jin had been accumulating and was about to be unleashed, but it abruptly stopped.

What kind of tactic is this? He simply cannot understand it!

Lü Huan stared blankly at Cheng Mo.

She knew her older brother was very powerful, but how could he be so powerful? He took down her great-grandfather with a single slap.

Wang Zizhong was dumbfounded.

What's going on? Why did they start fighting over nothing? And why did Xiao Cheng take down Lü Ci in one move? This is a top-tier fighter! One of the most powerful people in the world of supernatural beings, gone in a single move?

He had only heard of Zhang Zhiwei doing this when he was young, but that was against other young people; there had never been a young person fighting against an old person.

Isn't Xiao Cheng being a bit disrespectful to his elders?

Wait, he's dealing with Lü Ci, the villain who bullied the lady. What harm would it do to kill him?

Wang Zizhong got fired up, clenching his fists and turning bright red.

Xia He leaned over and poked Cheng Mo's arm: "Little Taoist priest, is it alright to be beaten like this?"

Cheng Mo shook his head, took out an enormous firework, as thick as an arm and half a meter long, with the words "For Celebrations Only" printed on it.

He opened the roof with one hand, and the tiles flew out with a clatter, revealing a large hole.

Cheng Mo slammed the firework to the ground, pressed his thumb on the fuse, and exhaled.

laugh--

The fuse was lit, and sparks flew everywhere.

boom!

Fireworks exploded, and even at midday, they were still dazzling.

Most importantly, the explosion was deafening, like a thunderclap, that shattered over Lüjia Village, causing windows to vibrate and several roof tiles to fall off.

The people of Lüjia Village all looked up.

An old woman who was feeding chickens suddenly dropped grains, her hand trembling. She looked up at the exploding golden firework and exclaimed, "Oh my god! Who was that heartless person who set off that firecracker? It scared me to death!"

A man leading an ox back from the fields stopped and squinted for a long time: "That direction—it looks like it's placed in the chieftain's room."

A young man nearby put down his hoe and frowned: "Why is the clan leader setting off fireworks for no reason? It's not like it's New Year's."

A woman carrying a child peeked out of the alley, her face pale: "Could something have happened?"

An old man with a cane came out of the house, looked up, and slammed his cane on the ground: "Let's go take a look!"

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The Lü family members began running towards Lü Ci's residence.

Meanwhile, outside Lüjia Village.

The people of Quanxing went crazy when they saw the fireworks.

Xue Pan was the first to jump up from under the shade of the tree, throwing his cigarette butt to the ground, his eyes wide like saucers: "Signal! It's a signal! Charge!"

Wang Ergou stuffed the half-eaten sesame seed cake into his mouth, his cheeks puffed out like a toad's, and took off running. He almost tripped over his shoelace after a couple of steps, cursed, and kept running.

Without saying a word, Zhang Kun burrowed into the ground, leaving only a hole in the ground.

The woman in red stood up from the wall, dusted off her trousers, and strode off towards Lüjia Village, running faster than a man.

The others swarmed forward, fifty or sixty people like locusts, bursting out from the woods, under the walls, and on the roadside stalls, howling as they rushed toward Lüjia Village.

As soon as the people of Lüjia Village rushed to the gate of Lü Ci's residence, they saw a large group of strangers pouring in from outside the village.

The Quanxing member at the forefront was a burly man with a shaved head. He was the first to rush into the village entrance and bumped into two young men from the Lü family.

The bald, burly man punched a young man in the chest. The young man flew backward, crashed into the wall, slid down, and passed out.

Another young man reacted, gathering his Ruyi energy in his palm and striking the bald, burly man with it.

The bald, burly man dodged to the side and struck the young man on the back of the neck with a palm strike. The young man's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground.

Just as the bald, burly man was about to charge forward, three members of the Lü family rushed out from the side and surrounded him.

The three attacked simultaneously, their palm strikes fierce and powerful.

The bald, burly man was forced to retreat, taking a punch to the face and causing blood to spurt from his nose.

He wiped the blood from his nose, grinned, and said, "That's it?"

He charged forward, punching each of them once, and all three men were down on the ground.

But not all people in Quanxing have such a smooth life.

A skinny man in a floral shirt rushed into an alley. Just as he turned the corner, he bumped into two middle-aged men from the Lü family. Before he could react, he was slapped in the chest, coughed up blood, and flew backward, landing on the ground unable to get up.

A young man with dyed yellow hair climbed over the wall into a courtyard. Before his feet even touched the ground, three children from the Lü family, ranging in age from seven or eight to ten, were squatting on the ground playing marbles.

The three children looked up at him.

The blond-haired man was stunned for a moment.

The youngest child stood up and slapped the blond-haired boy on the stomach.

Yellow Hair bent over like a boiled shrimp, let out a "uh" sound, and flew out, crashing through the courtyard wall and landing in the neighboring yard, where he didn't get up for a long time.

Although the Quanxing people were numerous and powerful, the Lü family was not to be trifled with either, and the two sides fought each other in the village.

However, the Quanxing members learned their lesson this time and acted with restraint, only knocking the target unconscious rather than killing them.

The Lü family members, however, were different. Every move they made was aimed at vital points, as if they wanted to kill someone with a single blow.

However, the Quanxing people came prepared and outnumbered the Lu family. Caught off guard, the Lu family lost the initiative and was stunned from the start, unable to organize an effective defense.

In less than ten minutes, more than a dozen members of the Lü family were knocked unconscious.

The simpleton moved incredibly fast.

His round body weaved through the crowd, carrying the cloth bag in his arms. Whenever he saw someone lying down, he would rush over, take out his Devouring Pouch, aim it at the person, inject his breath, and with a whoosh, he would suck the person into it. Then he would pat the Devouring Pouch and put it back in his arms before moving on to the next person.

His movements were fluid and graceful, much faster than when he was running.

Yuan Tao followed behind his apprentice, trying several times to reach for the cloth bag in Han Dan'er's arms. Each time, Han Dan'er would suddenly turn around and bump into Yuan Tao with his round body, making him stagger two steps to the side, and then Han Dan'er would continue running forward.

Yuan Tao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Hearing the commotion, Lü Zhong ran out of the lounge and saw a bunch of people lying haphazardly on the ground in his yard, and a group of people dressed in flashy clothes running around. He immediately flew into a rage and attacked, while Ding An just watched without intervening.

Just then, Cheng Mo escorted Lü Ci out of the courtyard.

Lu Ci was pinned down by Cheng Mo's hand on the back of his neck, bent over with his head hanging down, his hands tied behind his back, and he staggered like an old dog being dragged by the neck.

He wanted to curse, but he couldn't even make a sound. Cheng Mo used some method, and his throat felt blocked, so he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Cheng Mo waved his other hand at Lü Zhong: "Little Lü, don't get excited, your father is in my hands."

Upon seeing Lü Ci's appearance, Lü Zhong's expression changed drastically: "Father!"

The Lu family members who were still resisting collapsed when they saw their patriarch being dragged out.

An old man, trembling with rage, pointed at Cheng Mo: "You—you—you wretched child!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Kun emerged from the ground behind him and punched him in the lower back. The old man groaned and fell to the ground.

The simpleton ran over, and whoosh, it was taken away.