Chapter 1023: Chapter 1050: I Slap Back Immediately! (Three More) Chapter 1023: Chapter 1050: I Slap Back Immediately! (Three More) Seeing the furious expression on Mei Xiang’s face, Yang Zhen felt somewhat disappointed.

He had thought this bastard would start fighting without saying a word, but it turned out he was also fond of shouting.

Yang Zhen glanced at Mei Xiang and said, “The Black Lotus Holy Maiden isn’t here either. Tell me, if I were to kill all of you, would the Black Lotus Holy Maiden be so angry she would vomit blood?”

The crowd had not yet recovered from Yang Zhen’s crisp slap when they heard his words. Their mouths fell open; they wanted to discuss, but no words came out.

Yang Zhen actually wanted to kill everyone from the Black Lotus Sanctuary?

This… was simply delusional.

Although the people present did not know the exact background of Yang Zhen, they had roughly heard from Qi Yunling and others that Yang Zhen wasn’t even considered a Great Desolation inheritor.

Such a practitioner of the Celestial Phase at the Ninth Heavenly Layer, wanting to kill all the people from the Black Lotus Sanctuary present? Either Yang Zhen had gone mad or everyone else’s ears had.

Mei Xiang laughed furiously and pointed at Yang Zhen, roaring, “You damned youngster, don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you have the Aurora Sanctuary and the Blue Bird Sect backing you up. You are just a little boy at the Celestial Phase of the Ninth Heavenly Layer, do you think you can turn the world upside down?”

Yang Zhen waved at the cheap cat in the distance, signaling him to come over, then gave Mei Xiang a glance before speaking, “Are you going to fight or not? If not, roll back to where you came from and stop being an eyesore here. Oh, right, you pushed me, and I slapped you. By that count, we are even. You don’t need to be so angry. The mighty Black Lotus Sanctuary does not have even this little bit of magnanimity?”

The still-shocked crowd heard these words, their weird expressions almost solidifying.

Damn, that makes sense, but why does it feel a bit off?

Seeing the furious look on Mei Xiang’s face, the crowd suddenly realized, Mei Xiang was a Half-step Great Saint! The person known as Yang Tieniu before them was only at the Celestial Phase of the Ninth Heavenly Layer.

How could such a practitioner talk about being even with a Half-step Great Saint?

“You damned creature, you’re seeking death!” Mei Xiang roared, his body suddenly burst into a wave of blood-red Qi, which blotted out the sky, and he himself was obscured from view.

Yang Zhen jumped in fright, pushed Qi Yunling away, and shrieked, “Damn it! When you can’t win a fight, you just self-destruct; Is the Black Lotus Sanctuary always this irrational?”

Self-destruct?

Hearing that word, the surrounding people almost burst out laughing. It was truly terrifying how ignorant some people could be. The Black Lotus Gang Qi of the Black Lotus Sanctuary was famously violent, able to unleash a practitioner’s full potential, and yet Yang Zhen referred to it as self-destruction?

Seeing Yang Zhen truly looked ready to risk his life, Qi Yunling was terrified, grabbing him and saying, “Yang Tieniu, run! Why are you so impulsive… even Sister Qingluan wouldn’t dare to provoke the Black Lotus Sanctuary lightly, you… hurry up and go!”

The middle-aged woman of the Blue Bird Sect also snorted coldly, her long sword singing as it was drawn from its sheath, standing beside Yang Zhen, she said in a deep voice, “Mei Xiang, do you truly wish to start a war with my Blue Bird Sect?”

Mei Xiang laughed heartily, his body’s Black Lotus Gang Qi growing denser, rushing ferociously toward the middle-aged woman, he roared, “This is a battle between this little beast and me, what does it have to do with your Blue Bird Sect? If you still do not see the truth, don’t blame me for being impolite.”

The middle-aged woman’s face showed a troubled look, while Qing Guan and Shengquan Real Man simply watched coldly from the side, clearly not about to risk offending the Black Lotus Sanctuary over someone like Yang Tieniu.

However, Qi Yunling, the young girl, looked ready to fight to the death to protect Yang Zhen, making her guardian’s face show intense anxiety.

Just at that moment, a thunderous roar shook the air, almost deafening everyone around.

Ming Luan’s eyes emitted a fierce light, glaring intently at Mei Xiang, directly dissipating the Black Lotus Gang Qi around him.

Seeing that if Mei Xiang took one more step closer, Ming Luan would attack not only did everyone present jump, even the middle-aged woman from the Blue Bird Sect was startled.

Ming Luan was an ancient sacred spirit, and if he erupted suddenly, no one present could stop him, naturally, Mei Xiang did not dare to provoke Ming Luan lightly.

The sudden upheaval startled Yang Zhen as well, who looked at the furious Ming Luan with a bemused expression. He walked up with an “Oh!” and patted Ming Luan’s claw, saying, “Hey, don’t be so fiery. Why ruin your health over a clown? It’s not worth it.”

Ming Luan growled lowly, its eyes warningly fixed on Mei Xiang, who didn’t dare show any temper, his face full of absurdity.

Indeed, who among the audience could have expected that Ming Luan, having just met them, would take the initiative to protect Yang Zhen?

This was not only unbelievable when spoken but also felt surreal and incredible even when witnessed firsthand.

“Mei Xiang, come back!”

A cold snort sounded as a dark reddish-robed elder from the Black Lotus Sanctuary sternly spoke.

Wearing a reluctant expression, Mei Xiang, staring intently at Yang Zhen, was about to speak when Yang Zhen stepped up behind him and smacked him again with a slap.

“Aren’t you going back yet? Staying here to embarrass yourself, not even listening to your elders?”

With that slap, everyone present felt a chill down their spines.

Was this the same Yang Tieniu who had been timid after being pushed away?

Seeing the expression on Mei Xiang’s face as if he had swallowed a dead fly, everyone instinctively moved away from Yang Zhen a bit.

Just as Mei Xiang was about to erupt, the dark red-robed elder burst out with a furious surge of energy. Heaven and Earth Qi around became tumultuous, and from beneath the hood, a pair of nearly crimson eyes shot towards Yang Zhen and said, “Young friend, do you know when to stop?”

Yang Zhen grinned and said, “If someone respects me, I respect them tenfold. If someone offends me, I smack them right back.”

The dark-red elder laughed heartily, almost hysterically, as he looked at Yang Zhen and said, “Good, very good. I’ll remember these words of yours. When this matter is over, your end will come, I am Hei Qiu. Have you heard of me?”

“Black ball?” Yang Zhen blinked, almost spitting out, “I’ve heard of white balls, red balls, spotted balls, but black ball? Never heard of it.”

“Humph! Sharp-tongued!” Hei Qiu snorted coldly and said no more.

Upon hearing Hei Qiu’s words, everyone from the Blue Bird Sect and Aurora Sanctuary’s faces turned pale.

There was a collective gasp around, and the looks they gave Yang Zhen were like viewing a madman, a fool, and a corpse all rolled into one.

Yang Zhen scratched his slightly itchy nose, muttering to himself, “Damn, seems like I’ve offended someone really dangerous.”

Qi Yunling did nothing but give a bitter smile, whispering, “What do you mean seems like? With a name like Hei Qiu, even Ming Luan is terrified.”

Yang Zhen glanced at Ming Luan, suddenly feeling a bit strange.

This big guy, Ming Luan, actually showed a wary expression, as if it understood human speech.

But the next moment, Yang Zhen realized it wasn’t that Ming Luan understood human speech, but that Hei Qiu had an overwhelming murderous aura. He wondered how many people this old man had killed to still be alive.

The scene fell deathly silent, everyone secretly glanced at Hei Qiu beneath the dark crimson robe, their faces filled with horror.

Even Qing Guan and Shengquan Real Man displayed a wary and cautious expression, intently watching Hei Qiu, who, however, seemed oblivious to their stares.

Just then, a strange, quirky voice rang out, “Holy moly, kid, it’s quite lively here, eh? Hey, that’s a nice bird. Oh, looks like you’ve stirred up trouble with someone tough. If we can handle it, great; if not, let’s just run!”