Chapter 158.2 : A Reckless Fool? (Part 2)
Although he had tasted the pleasures of women from a very young age, never once had he encountered beauty of the caliber now before his eyes.
Among the women of exceptional looks he had seen before—setting aside whether they could compare to the two before him—the power and background behind them alone meant they were not someone Wu Xiao could easily lay his hands on.
"Wu Xiao, they are my friends. Don't go too far!"
Mu Qinglan's gaze turned cold as well. Her willow brows stood on end, killing intent flashing in her beautiful eyes.
Wu Xiao's smile faded. "Heh heh, Mu Qinglan, I'm giving you face—don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. This is Lingxiao Ancient City, the Wu family's territory. I suggest you weigh your words carefully before speaking!"
"If you know what's good for you, get lost! Don't ruin my good mood! Otherwise, I'll deal with you as well!"
His words were thoroughly rude, and the final sentence carried a heavy note of threat.
"Youngster, how dare you! You actually dare disrespect the young lady!"
Uncle Lin's expression changed abruptly. He shouted angrily in a deep voice.
"Hmph! You're the one being insolent!"
A hoarse voice rang out, echoing through the void.
In an instant, everyone present felt their hearts tighten. Their hair stood on end as their spiritual senses screamed in warning!
Even Mu Qinglan and Uncle Lin behind her grew solemn.
The onlookers who had long since retreated far away were utterly horrified.
Some who could not withstand it collapsed on the spot under the pressure, their trousers soaked through!
Such words—such presence—
The one who had arrived… was a great power realm expert!!!
"Miss… it's a Wu family elder, a great power."
Uncle Lin spoke to Mu Qinglan with a grave expression.
No matter how outstanding he was at the Sixth Heaven realm, a great power realm expert stood on an entirely different plane of existence.
To such a being, killing him would be no more difficult than crushing an ant.
Amid the crowd's terror, an elderly man clad in luxurious robes, with white hair and beard and sinister eyes, appeared beside Wu Xiao.
He swept his gaze across the surroundings, his eyes cold and disdainful, like a god looking down upon mortals.
"Third Grand-Uncle!"
Wu Xiao smiled as he called out.
"Xiao'er, tell your grand-uncle—who is the blind fool that dared to provoke you?"
As the sinister old man spoke, his gaze swept over Mu Qinglan and Uncle Lin, and he let out a cold snort through his nose.
Mu Qinglan felt nothing from it.
But Uncle Lin's face instantly turned pale. His vision spun, and blood involuntarily flowed from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth!
"A minor punishment—a warning. Let it not happen again."
The old man glanced at him indifferently before withdrawing his gaze. He then turned to Chu Ge.
"Boy, just now it was you who spoke wildly, saying you'd take my Xiao'er's eyes?"
"Do you still have the courage to say it again—right in front of this old man?!"
The old man's voice boomed like muffled thunder, echoing throughout the area.
Everyone present felt their minds pressed to the brink. Some could no longer withstand it and fell to their knees, bodies trembling uncontrollably.
This was the suppressive power of a high-level cultivator over those beneath them. One step, one heaven—this was no empty saying!
Mu Qinglan had been extremely anxious at first, but upon seeing the calm expressions and unruffled gazes of the two beside Chu Ge, her heart gradually settled.
She had almost forgotten—
That woman.
Though she had yet to witness that woman truly make a move, Mu Qinglan believed that her strength was, at the very least, not inferior to this Wu family elder.
In fact… it was highly likely that she was even stronger.