Chapter 160: Scream
"You can talk, big blockhead? I thought you were mute," Li Meng’er said.
"Ah, I thought he had spoken to you before," Li Qiye said to Li Meng’er.
"Tch, ever since we came up from the lower realm, I haven’t heard him say a single word. It seems only Young Master Wang Yufan knows he can speak," Li Meng’er said.
Li Qiye turned his head and carefully sized up the uncle standing behind him. He only knew that the uncle behind him was very strong; as for anything else, he knew nothing.
"Uncle, is my master really okay? Do you know what his cultivation level is?" Li Qiye leaned in front of Mo Zheng and asked. Mo Zheng’s face showed little expression; he was practically a block of wood. He also didn’t say a single word.
"Forget it, Li Qiye, don’t ask him anymore. He already spoke a single word today, which is unprecedented. As long as we know your master will be fine, we can just wait here with peace of mind," Li Meng’er said. After she finished, Li Qiye also nodded.
At this moment, in another area of the Jidao Imperial Court, Changtian stood quietly, looking at Wang Yufan and saying.
"I have to say, you, young man, really have some guts, daring to challenge this Divine King and demand that I reason with you. I hope you won’t be crying for your parents later."
Wang Yufan was quite speechless. Was this person really so talkative?
"Hey, can you please stop talking? Just start fighting. All you do is blabber. Aren’t you annoyed with me? Don’t you think I know too many things about your Jidao Imperial Court? Then if you have the ability, come at me," Wang Yufan said arrogantly.
Seeing Wang Yufan’s posture, the anger in Changtian’s heart surged at this moment.
"Good boy, today this old man will teach you a good lesson on behalf of your parents." After Changtian finished speaking, he directly disappeared from his spot, reappearing in front of Wang Yufan the next moment. A huge palm directly slapped towards Wang Yufan’s face. Changtian originally wanted to directly suppress and kill Wang Yufan, but he felt that as a Divine King, brutally killing a younger generation was not what he desired.
If the other Imperial Lords found out, they would probably laugh their heads off.
So he could only keep Wang Yufan here forever, which was the best option. However, the process of teaching him a lesson was necessary. Thinking of this, Changtian acted decisively.
Changtian looked at Wang Yufan with a triumphant gaze, his huge palm directly covering Wang Yufan’s face.
Just when it was half a meter away, Changtian’s heart suddenly pounded. He didn’t know what was wrong, but he felt that if he slapped this palm down, he would suffer something unforgivable or regrettable. And this feeling, in that instant, came with an unprecedented intensity.
His huge palm was forcibly stopped, just half a foot away from Wang Yufan’s face.
"Who exactly are you? Can you tell me your origin? No, it should be the origin of you few people," Changtian said.
Wang Yufan didn’t care, having already guessed some things from Changtian’s previous actions.
"Alright, you don’t want to reason with me, but I’m going to reason with you now. As for your question, you can wait until I’m done reasoning, and I’ll answer you if I feel like it," Wang Yufan said, then directly walked towards Changtian, who had retreated to his original position.
And when Changtian heard Wang Yufan’s words, he was filled with anger. His previous retraction of that slap was meant to give Wang Yufan a chance to explain himself, but he didn’t expect Wang Yufan to be so ignorant of etiquette. The slight feeling he had originally felt now vanished completely.
Just as he was about to slap Wang Yufan again as he had before, he found that he couldn’t move, while Wang Yufan was walking towards him step by step.
"What? What’s going on? I, a dignified Divine King, can’t move! Is it your doing, young man? Why can’t this Imperial Lord move?" Changtian said, struggling continuously. He felt as if his limbs were fixed in one place, and only his head could move.
He tried to use the secret art of teleportation, only to find that this space seemed to have been solidified.
Wang Yufan looked at Changtian, walking and saying.
"Weren’t you very talkative just now? You were boasting to the heavens. I said I was going to reason with you, and I am. Do you remember last time there was an old man who reasoned with me? He did it quite well."
Hearing Wang Yufan’s words, Changtian’s heart began to pound. No wonder he had always had a bad feeling; so this was why. He had already guessed that Wang Yufan was no ordinary person; only a Divine Emperor could trap him. Within the Dao Realm, the only person Changtian knew who could do this was Ye Lingtian.
"Are you Ye Lingtian? Have you come to my Jidao Imperial Court to humiliate me?" Changtian said.
Wang Yufan was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then said.
"What Ye Lingtian? I don’t know. But I will make you understand my reasoning." After Wang Yufan finished speaking, he directly raised his sandbag-sized fist and greeted Changtian’s face.
Changtian saw this scene and shouted.
"No, Ye Lingtian, you’re going too far. Pretending to be someone else to attack me, you, as a Divine Emperor, are too shameless, aren’t you? I even considered you a true gentleman! Ahhh."
Changtian’s words were halfway through when Wang Yufan began his unique method of reasoning. In this vast space, Changtian’s miserable wails continuously echoed.
And these sounds also spread outside. Originally, this space was sealed, but when he entered just now, Changtian deliberately modified this space to allow sound to pass through. He originally wanted Wang Yufan’s cries to be heard later, to let everyone hear that the Lord of the Jidao Imperial Court was not to be trifled with. Unexpectedly, he himself became the victim.
Changtian’s agonizing screams lasted for about an incense stick’s time before stopping.
Everyone had already become numb to the sounds.
"Whose voice was that just now? It seemed to come from the depths of the Imperial Court’s inner palace. That scream was unlike anything I’ve ever heard in my life."
"I feel this voice is a bit unfamiliar; I haven’t heard it before."
"I have a bold hypothesis: could that voice be from one of the people who just went in?"
"What you said makes sense. The voice clearly belongs to a middle-aged man, and indeed, there was a middle-aged man who just went in. It seems they deceived the Imperial Lord. This means those people are still among us."
Hearing this person’s analysis, everyone nodded.
At this moment, Long Yan was standing beneath the stone tablet. He heard clearly that the voice just now was indeed the Imperial Lord’s voice. It was obvious that the two guards beside him had also noticed.