"A genuine grandson wouldn't have allowed himself to be reduced to the same level as us. Otherwise, he wouldn't have showed up here. This one must be a fake one!" A shrewd-looking Qinglong disciple stood out, exclaiming.
Wandong took a side-long glance and realized it was just one of the thugs who beat Yuezhong. The he raised his eyebrows.
Wu Yang was about to tell him off when Wandong waved his hand and warded him off. Pointing at the self-entitled prick, Wandong said in a low voice, "Now that you said I am fake, well, come and kill me."
"That goes without saying! Anyone who goes against the Qinglong Gang will damn right die, " the disciple yelled and strode up, holding a broadsword.
Hands on his hips, Wandong stood there still, looking at him in a detached manner, saying nothing.
Standing in front of Wandong, the Qinglong disciple lifted his broadsword and hacked against Wandong's crown and yelled, "Go to hell!"
Wandong retained his composure as if he hadn't seen it at all, but his eyes turned increasingly grim.
Being stared at by Wandong in such an intimidating manner, the Qinglong disciple got bewildered and lose steam right away. He began wavering between a straightforward attack and a withdrawal. He thought to himself, "If I am mistaken, this move shall not only make me ended up sliced to death but also get all my family members implicated."
Feeling unsure, his broadsword paused up in the air.
On pausing his attack, the Qingling disciple found that Wandong neither flinched nor blinked one eye. His demeanor, as stable as a rock, scared him to death. One wouldn't be able to stay so poised when faced with danger if he hadn't been around.
Not to mention the disciple, even Wu Yang and Leng Yucui gazed at each other with fear ― how come Wandong could have been so bold?
"Why don't you go on hacking?" Wandong said in a low and ghastly voice with a grin.
"I...I..." the disciple stammered. He felt that his mind worked so slowly as if he got hit on his crown by someone with a stick. He was utterly zoned-out. Perspirations cascading down his cheeks from his forehead nonstop.
"You stupid bastard, how come you are still holding the broadsword!" a furious curse came out. Then a stout pale-faced middle-aged man, who seemed in his thirties, trotted along out of the store. He looked rather shrewd, with his eyeballs rolling to and fro.
"Hahaha, please forgive my ignorant underling's offence. He didn't know who you are, hence he nearly hurt you. As far as I know, Childe Xu is terribly magnanimous. So please don't dump yourself to the same level as him," the middle-aged guy apologized to Xu Yaoting while on his way here, beaming radiantly. What a smooth character!