These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Wei Tu laughed too; he liked seeing his enemies so confident in front of him.

Because... no matter how arrogant you are, can you be more arrogant than me?

"Really? Are you really sure?"

"Still being stubborn..."

Meng Lu was about to mock Wei Tu when she noticed that the boy was slowly raising his arm.

This doesn't make sense!

Although this Immortal Binding Rope is indeed not the original, its effects are still very powerful. It can at least deal with all cultivators below the God-Gazing Realm, and even those in the God-Gazing Realm will be restricted in their movements if they are not careful.

This young man is definitely not that kind of strong person; all his aura should be firmly locked down at this moment.

How could this be...?

But Wei Tu did just that; he raised his arm higher and higher, even grasping part of the iron chain.

Then he smiled.

Under the sunlight.

With a "bang".

Fragments filled the sky, shimmering with light.

Meng Lu's bewildered expression.

Wei Tu took a step forward, then stretched out his arm. PS: My sleep schedule is back to normal, but typing this is painful. Because the damn dog upstairs keeps barking, it's so noisy! I really want to throw it off the building and kill it. I'm fed up. It's been barking all morning.

48 The Final Negotiations

Many people, though unable to comprehend the force of this punch, were deeply shocked by it.

In particular, they couldn't understand how this seemingly powerful and unbreakable iron chain, manipulated by immortal magic, could be so easily broken by this young man.

No one could understand it, including Meng Lu.

As the confident Immortal Binding Rope shattered before his eyes, turning into glittering fragments in the sunlight.

He realized something was wrong—not just wrong, it was downright outrageous!

Could it be... that this young man is at the Divine Realm?!

When he threw a punch, Meng Lu instinctively reached out to catch it, and indeed caught it.

But he clearly felt a burning pain in his palm, as if he were holding a red-hot iron hammer.

He felt the shock of the breath in his lungs and then staggered.

Meng Lu took two steps back and looked at the boy in front of her with suspicion.

But Wei Tu followed closely and immediately came closer.

His hands reached out towards him. Meng Lu tried to block, but because of the punch the other party had thrown earlier, he couldn't muster the corresponding speed and strength. Just when he thought he was about to be slammed into his chest by the boy's palms, he felt a slight warmth on the back of his neck.

Meng Lu was stunned for a moment before realizing that the boy's hands were already behind her neck and pressing on her neck.

Wait... what is he trying to do with that posture?

Could it be...?

"boom!!!"

When Meng Lu's cheek made intimate contact with the boy's knee, he realized that things weren't as he had imagined...

Of course, it seems that even the ability to think has disappeared.

Because he felt he had met a deity.

At this moment, my mind was beyond dizzy; it was completely blank.

It couldn't hold anything; it seemed that all thoughts and memories had been sent flying to the ends of the earth with that knee strike.

He collapsed onto the floor, the dust he kicked up seeming to bury him.

Cheers erupted from below the stage, as if the performers had just completed a spectacular show on some kind of acrobatic stage.

On the other side, Meng Hu and the others looked ashen-faced.

"Second Brother!! Second Brother!"

Meng Hu roared, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at Wei Tu, but he seemed too afraid to climb onto the platform.

Wei Tu didn't press the matter further; instead, he circled around, looked down at Meng Lu, who had a dazed look in her eyes, and said...

"I know you still have a trump card up your sleeve. Let me see it, let me witness it. What makes your demon race in Chechi Kingdom so different?"

Now, it seems that this young man has firmly grasped the initiative and is the one who can take whatever he wants.

Meng Lu, though her eyes were glazed over, clearly heard Wei Tu's words.

His cautious nature would normally prevent him from doing anything too outrageous, such as risking exposing his race in the human world to display his power...

But the sentence Meng Lu heard at that moment was like a hint.

Meng Lu felt the demon blood within his body begin to boil.

He opened his eyes and saw Wei Tu's smug expression, as if he were a caged beast wanting to see him howl.

He gets pleasure and satisfaction from watching himself roar.

He wanted to be rational and restrained, telling himself that it didn't matter if he lost... as long as he could complete the king's mission.

However... the blood in his veins and his own wild nature made it impossible for him to restrain himself any longer.

"Roar!!"

So everyone below the ring heard a clear roar.

It was like a wild beast roaring through the mountains and forests.

It emitted a terrifying sound that could shake one's very soul.

Wei Tu simply took a step back and watched as Meng Lu suddenly tumbled and landed on the floor.

His eyes began to change; his pupils became completely different from those of humans.

Like a wild beast.

His muscles began to swell violently, sweat poured down his face, and even his body hair seemed to grow thicker.

Such changes are alarming.

Some people may believe this is some kind of magical magic, but... it's just too terrifying.

The magical arts they imagined shouldn't look so grotesque.

But Meng Lu had already started roaring without any regard for anything else.

His almost bloodshot eyes were fixed on Wei Tu, as if she were his husband's killer.

In the next instant, his figure moved as fast as lightning, and it wasn't running but a very fast leap.

He unleashed a barrage of punches at Wei Tu.

Wei Tu took a step back, and his fist smashed a large hole in the floor right in front of him.

But Meng Lu seemed to still be in a state of madness. He probably didn't know what he was doing; he just desperately wanted the boy in front of him to die.

Once he's dead, everything will be fine.

The goal is clear, but achieving it is too difficult.

When Meng Lu tried to smash his head against the unsteady boy, Wei Tu simply reached out and pressed down on his shoulder.

Then apply more force.

"Pfft!"

Meng Lu knelt down on both knees, her eyes red, as if in repentance.

If the breathing hadn't been so heavy that the anger was impossible to conceal, it would have been almost heartbreaking.

Meng Lu didn't want it to be like this, but he really couldn't stand up.

He could only glare angrily at Wei Tu with bloodshot eyes, while Wei Tu smiled at him.

"Is this all there is to Chechi Kingdom?"

"..."

"Alright, call me big brother. I haven't warmed up yet."

So, in full view of everyone, Wei Tu stepped on Meng Lu's shoulder and then kicked him.

Like a spinning saucer, he was kicked off the stage.

Without causing a ripple, and without making any bigger splash, Meng Lu landed directly off the stage.

A cloud of dust was accompanied by clapping and cheers from all the officials of the great merchant family in the large open space.

Wei Tu didn't care about these things at the time; he had anticipated the difference in strength.

After all, they were just a few lackeys sent by Chechi Kingdom to probe their intentions.

They might talk about being the first or second bravest warrior, but if there are generals or marshals above them, it's all just empty talk and self-aggrandizement.

"Second brother! Second brother, how are you!"

Meng Hu helped Meng Lu up from the ground. Meng Lu was clearly in a sorry state, with his hair disheveled.

Meng Lu glared resentfully at Wei Tu on the stage, then spoke to another man who was about to step onto the stage.

"Brother... this kid is suspicious, he's definitely not a simple cultivator... his strength doesn't seem to have been weakened by the rules of the mortal realm..."

Meng Bao, who was standing next to him, nodded thoughtfully.

"I understand. Don't worry, I'll get back what's in store for both of you... I'll see what he's really capable of. He's just a Dragon Slayer, using the title of a national advisor to take advantage of the situation. I'll tear him to shreds."

Meng Bao stepped onto the ring step by step.

He looked at the boy in front of him with a cold smile.