Chapter 168: Your words represent the Yellow House?
Sun Wukong's words had just finished shouting, and the ears of the people watching the excitement outside were ringing.
"What the hell, do I care about you? What kind of magistrate dares to cause trouble here? My master has beheaded three prefects in the past."
Inside the courtyard, there were voices of people first, and then a large number of random footsteps. Sun Wukong stepped back, and fierce servants No. 100 rushed out from the Huang Mansion. These servants were slightly different from ordinary servants.
The swords in each of their hands radiated with cold light, and their steps were light. They were all obviously Kung Fu disciples, and they were not comparable to ordinary people.
"Big... big... people, let's run away. As long as we go back to the Yamen, they won't dare do anything." Xiao Sun suggested from the side.
"Stay back, you losers. They are no match for me even if I stand still. If you dare to offend me, it will be a capital offense in itself." Sun Wukong said.
The evil spirit was overwhelming, and the people watching were fleeing in all directions for fear of harming the fish in the pond.
Sun Wukong cracked his wrist and said: "Let you try the iron sand palm and iron cloth shirt that I have practiced hard for more than ten years."
Hearing what Sun Wukong said, the last bit of courage among the one hundred strong men he brought with him was exhausted, and they all dispersed in a rush. Only a dozen of them were so scared that they paralyzed on the spot.
I saw Sun Wukong's figure suddenly disappearing on the spot, and the next moment he appeared in front of a man with cold eyes and scars on his face. Without any hesitation, he slapped the man on the chest with his palm.
His chest collapsed instantly.
He vomited a large mouthful of blood and flew out without even making a scream.
This directly shocked these servants to their feet.
"Listen to my words and go against the imperial court. You will not end well."
Sun Wukong brought out the hypocritical court to talk about it, which immediately made everyone sober up again.
"Kill him, he is alone."
Everyone rushed up to fight again, and Sun Wukong shook his head, "These days, I don't think my hands can be stained with less blood."
He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his body disappeared again. He turned into a white light band and shuttled among the crowd.
No one could see clearly how he took action. They could only see that each heart was thrown into the sky, and the blood wet the ground in an instant.
His strikes were like lightning and his speed was astonishing. He killed these mortals without any resistance in his heart. This was a killing place in itself.
It is even more terrifying than the cursed land of the Aolai Kingdom. If the seekers don’t go to the Western Heaven for a day, everything here, everything in the entire Nanzhan Continent, birth, old age, illness and death, will continue to happen all over again.
Compared with these, Sun Wukong believes that killing them now is just to free them from this cycle in advance.
Not a single attack had the slightest deviation, they all hit the opponent's chest impartially.
"The devil, he is the devil."
Finally, a servant of the Huang Mansion turned pale, dropped his knife on the ground, and took a few steps back. The focus of his eyes was entirely on Sun Wukong, who was covered in blood.
The corpses at Sun Wukong's feet piled up into a hill.
He sighed, and said without any wavering in his tone: "What I just said is still true. Let everyone in the Huang family move out of here. This place has been occupied by the government..."
"Be brave, I don't care who you are, if you say so, do you have the emperor's handwriting?"
"Ah, he is Mr. Huang's third son."
Those slaves who had no backbone suddenly became happy, and all fear disappeared.
"Hey, no matter who the troublemaker is, he is dead. This Third Young Master is a master of the tribulation period."
"That already belongs to the level of land gods. It is definitely not something that human beings can resist. This is one of the great masters of the Huang Mansion. I didn't expect to be guarding it here today."
"What is the emperor's decree? I am the prefect here, and what I say is more effective than Li Shimin." Sun Wukong said.
"Why...why is this person so bold?"
"Don't you know? This man's name is Chen Guangrui. He is the ruler of Haizhou and he won the top prize in a new subject. He may be used to being arrogant."
Hearing Sun Wukong's words, the third young master laughed and said: "What a big tone, Mr. Chen, you are the number one big shot in Haizhou, but when you come to us, you have to be coiled up even if you are a dragon, and you have to lie down even if you are a tiger."
Come on, you can't be presumptuous."
Sun Wukong raised his hand to him and said, "Come, let me see how many pounds you have."
As soon as he finished speaking, the third young master disappeared on the spot and appeared in front of Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong felt as if his abdomen was being attacked, but in the eyes of others, Sun Wukong was punched directly into the sky.
When his body was in free fall, the Third Young Master turned back to attack. His flying speed caused the air to continuously generate "boom, boom, boom" sonic booms.
Sun Wukong's body could not reach the ground at all. He was beaten by the Third Master flying at high speed and could not come down from the sky.
"Ah, you see he is vomiting blood."
When everyone went to see it, Sun Wukong was indeed beaten until he vomited blood. The Third Young Master was wondering just now that this man's resistance to the beating was too strong.
Such a fist, which could break the head of an ordinary person with just a single punch, hit Sun Wukong on the head, but his fist felt a little painful.
The hit on the body was like hitting an iron sheet. At this time, seeing Sun Wukong vomiting blood, he attacked even harder, "Hahaha, Lord Magistrate, you should fight back."
The blood seemed to be spitting out of Sun Wukong's mouth for free, and in the end, it formed a terrifying line and kept spitting out of his mouth.
"This blood..."
"This blood... is too much."
Is it so exaggerated that a person vomits blood? This blood weaves into a web in the sky, and then falls to the ground to form a blood rain.
The Third Young Master obviously noticed something was wrong. He looked at the corpses on the ground and found corpses one after another. All the blood had disappeared and turned into mummies.
"Hmph, can this little blind trick deceive my eyes?"
The Third Young Master suddenly threw out a piece of talisman, and a fireball suddenly condensed in the void. This fireball directly enveloped all directions, blocking all possibilities for Sun Wukong to escape.
"Death!"
He shouted loudly.
The flames gathered and formed a big fireball, and Sun Wukong's screams penetrated from the fireball.
The fireball fell to the ground and destroyed a house.
"Hmph, no matter what kind of prefect you are, even Li Shimin wouldn't dare to make a mistake here." The third young master said as he looked at the ruins with a proud look on his face.
"Does your point of view also represent Mr. Huang's point of view?"
Sun Wukong slowly walked out of the ruins. There was still blood at the corner of his mouth. His white clothes were not damaged except for a little dirt.
After patting the dust on his body, he said: "Let me ask you, are the words you just said the words of your Mr. Huang?"
The Third Young Master felt a chill in his heart. He didn't know why, but he felt that the prefect in front of him was extremely dangerous.
But the Huang family has been in charge of Jiangzhou for thousands of years, and there have been countless magistrates here. Who wouldn’t show respect to the Huang family?
"Yes, so what?" said the third young master.
At this time, Sun Wukong flew up to the sky and came to him and said: "If it is, then I don't need to wait for two hours. There are many people who have heard it, and there must be witnesses."
"I just happened to have had enough fun. I was having a good time beating you just now. It's time for me to punch you."
After speaking, he pressed Mr. Huang's face with his palm.