Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 73 A Master Arrives

Chapter Seventy-Three: The Arrival of a Master

When Lei Xiang broke Zhuo Yang's spell with the words "Zhuo Yang," he secretly used his communication jade pendant to send a message to the master in charge of the martial arts school for help.

At this moment, he had already received a response, and coupled with his disapproval of Zhuo Yang for tricking Xin Mirou into becoming a servant with just a few words, he was so angry that he provoked her again.

"Whether it's true or not, time will tell." Zhuo Yang smiled faintly and nodded to Xin Mirou: "From this moment on, you will be called Xiaorou. Come home with me later, and I will teach you the technique to form a nascent soul."

"When you form your Nascent Soul within three days, go and show off to Lei Xiang, and make him furious!"

Xin Mirou was both surprised and delighted, and also a little amused and exasperated.

Are you sure you're not joking to have an 80-year-old grandmother called Xiaorou?

"Yes, Master!"

She adjusted her posture and stood quietly beside Zhuo Yang, taking a step back.

Seeing the two's posture, Lei Xiang was furious. He said, panting heavily, "Zhuo Yang, don't be so smug. Xin Mirou doesn't care about the Cultivator Alliance. There's also Chairman Yan, Chairman Ma, and dozens of cultivators from Lingzhou. They will all help Miss Fu Jing get justice!"

"Is that so?" Zhuo Yang said calmly, glancing at Yan Xiao and Ma Jian'an.

Yan Xiao avoided eye contact, while Ma Jian'an met Zhuo Yang's gaze with unwavering eyes.

Lei Xiang sneered, "Zhuo Yang, the video evidence is enough to prove that you are a butcher. You should give up struggling now, and maybe Miss Fu can give you a quick death!"

Zhuo Yang glared at him and said coldly, "Who gave you the courage to say such arrogant things?"

"Hahaha!" Lei Xiang laughed loudly, his arrogance evident. "The world is filled with righteous energy, it is justice, that makes me say such things!"

"How arrogant!" Zhuo Yang retorted.

"Hmph, you won't escape today!" Lei Xiang waved his hand arrogantly. "I've already invited a master from our sect. He'll show you the consequences of evil!"

Everyone was shocked; no one had expected that Lei Xiang had secretly hired a master.

Just then, a long howl echoed into the hall, followed by a man dressed in a black training uniform striding in. He was over fifty years old, with a body as strong as a bull, and the black training uniform was stretched taut like a large silkworm.

"Which one is Zhuo Yang, the one who slaughtered the entire Fu family? I'll twist his head off!"

With a sinister grin, he looked at Zhuo Yang, who was standing in the center of the hall.

"Zhuo Yang, scared now?" Lei Xiang shielded Fu Jing behind him and sneered a few times. "This is my guest master from the Hundred Battles Martial Arts Academy, named Lang Chi, nicknamed 'Golden Hand'."

"Three years ago, Lang Chi returned from studying abroad, found the people who killed his wife and son, and wrapped the three of them in steel to make a steel coffin. He then threw them into a fire and roasted them alive!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiao gasped, thinking to himself, "That killer from three years ago is actually hiding in your martial arts school. No wonder he suddenly disappeared after killing people. So that's how it is!"

Xin Mirou quickly leaned closer to Zhuo Yang and whispered, "Lei Xiang is right, that Lang Chi is a master."

"Back then, to avenge his wife and children, he went overseas to find a reclusive master and became his apprentice, learning a set of extremely powerful metal-based magic. He was also ruthless. Three years ago, he was already a Golden Core stage expert, and he might be even stronger now. I might not be his match!"

Zhuo Yang smiled faintly: "I'm only in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm. I'm still a long way from the Nascent Soul stage. There's nothing to be afraid of!"

The fact that Zhuo Yang could so readily determine the cultivation level of a master startled Xin Mirou, who stared at him in disbelief.

"Kid, you've got some sense." Lang Chi's rugged face broke into a smug smile, which then turned incredibly fierce, his eyes seeming to look at a pig or dog about to be slaughtered. "But you're only at the Heartbeat stage, what do you have to fight me with?"

"Does cultivation level represent everything?" Zhuo Yang asked indifferently.

Lang Chi grinned maliciously: "Of course, my cultivation is higher than yours. Killing you would be as easy as turning my hand!"

"Then let's give it a try." Zhuo Yang flicked his longsword, and the dragon's roar lingered for a long time.

If it's war, then war. Even when faced with the siege of thirty-six immortal lords, the mighty Demon Lord has never yielded.

"As you wish, I'll let you make the first move!" Lang Chi's face was ferocious, and his whole body was filled with a murderous aura, instantly filling the entire hall with a terrifying murderous atmosphere.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen." Yan Xiao was anxious and quickly stepped forward, but dared not stand between the two. His hands were trembling with anxiety. "This is the Lingzhou Cultivator Alliance Hall. The beach is right across the road. Why don't you two go to the beach to compete? It won't cause too much damage, nor will it incur the displeasure of the Dragon Court."

Lang Chi still gave the Cultivator Alliance face, and said with a sneer, "Kid, I'll be waiting for you on the beach. Come on if you dare!"

After saying that, he turned and left, his steps heavy, each one crushing the hard floor tiles.

Yan Xiao felt a pang of heartache watching this, thinking to himself, "Why the hell are they all using this trick? Don't they know these things are expensive?"

He's a businessman, stinginess is his nature, and the Alliance Hall is his property.

Lei Xiang escorted Fu Jing to the door, then turned back and sneered, "Zhuo Yang, I'll take Miss Fu first. Just wait and see how Lang Chi beats you to death, hahaha!"

Fu Jing also turned around and gave Zhuo Yang a deep look of hatred, then left the hall under Lei Xiang's protection.

Ma Jian'an then stood up and, as he passed Zhuo Yang, said in a low voice, "I hope you have the dignity of a cultivator."

Zhuo Yang responded with a cold laugh.

Finally, Yan Xiao leaned over helplessly and said with a wry smile, "Mr. Zhuo, please restrain yourself and don't make too much of a commotion. It's daytime now. If things get out of hand, the Dragon Court won't just abandon us."

He left too, leaving only Zhuo Yang and Xin Mirou in the hall.

"Master, shall we go?" Xin Mirou looked at Zhuo Yang cautiously. "Lang Chi is notoriously ruthless, his metal-type magic is extremely powerful, and after the energy fluctuations, his cultivation will definitely improve. I'm afraid you..."

The rest of the sentence was left unsaid, but it implied that Zhuo Yang was afraid he would die at the hands of the other party.

"Of course I'll go. I've been worried about not having any good pills or magic weapons." Zhuo Yang waved his hand and walked towards the door with a big smile.

He took a few steps, then stopped and looked back at Xin Mirou, who was staring blankly at him. "A Golden Core stage expert like you must have some good stuff on you. Don't you want to go and take a look?"

"Huh?" Xin Mirou was speechless. In your eyes, a Golden Core stage expert is just a mobile warehouse?

Despite her unease, she followed in Zhuo Yang's footsteps.

She just wanted to see how much strength Zhuo Yang really had, so she wouldn't follow the wrong person.

It was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was high in the sky, and the ground was radiating heat. Lang Chi stood on a rock by the sea, his hands behind his back, looking at the ocean, striking a pose of a wise man.

Lei Xiang glanced at the Alliance Hall across Linhai Road and sneered a few times: "Brother Lang, Zhuo Yang is here. Don't kill him all at once later. Leave him a breath so Miss Fu can vent her anger before you kill him!"

Fu Jing knelt down on the beach, her face contorted with pain, and said, "Mr. Lang, please do justice for me!"

Lang Chi said arrogantly, "He's just a scoundrel in the early stages of his infatuation. Don't worry, I'll capture him alive!"