"Slap!"
"Slap slap!"
"Slap slap slap!"
As he spun around.
Crisp clapping sounds erupted from every corner.
Those arrogant ancient martial artists from Ying country, who were showing off their speed and superiority, were all slapped by Bai Zihe until their mouths were crooked, spinning uncontrollably in place.
For a moment…
In the night, countless spinning tops appeared, turning ceaselessly.
It was tragic.
Yet, it also carried a hint of the comical, and a hint of… the spectacular!
At this moment.
Bai Zihe spoke with disdain, "You pathetic scoundrels from Ying country, you think you can scare your Great Xia grandpa?"
"Have you taken too many brain-damaging pills?"
"Or are your throats choked with dog feces?"
"I'm just amused by your idiotic behavior."
As he said this.
The numerous ancient martial artists from Ying country were instantly enraged.
"You… are dead!"
Yamaguchi Ryuichi roared in anger, then charged towards Bai Zihe, intending to kill him on the spot and wash away the humiliation of being toyed with.
Behind him.
The many ancient martial artists from Ying country also charged forward recklessly.
In an instant.
Over a hundred ancient martial artists from Ying country.
They moved in a vast, murderous tide, a sight that sent shivers down one's spine.
But Bai Zihe…
Stood there leisurely.
As Yamaguchi Ryuichi lunged in front of him, ready to attack, Bai Zihe once again delivered a slap.
"Slap!"
Yamaguchi Ryuichi was sent flying, spewing a mixture of blood and teeth into the air. He fell to the ground, instantly knocked unconscious.
"Slap!"
"Slap slap!"
"Slap slap slap!"
The crisp sound of slaps continued unabated.
What was originally a perilous scene of countless ancient martial artists from Ying country surrounding Bai Zihe.
Now…
It looked like countless ancient martial artists from Ying country were lining up, waiting for Bai Zihe to bestow them a grand slap, making it incredibly comical.
A moment later.
Bai Zihe's hands grew tired from slapping.
Finally, all the ancient martial artists from Ying country were subdued.
The scene fell silent.
Bai Zihe was able to proceed.
"Boom!"
The second door indeed had some substance to it.
With a punch, Bai Zihe only managed to leave a shallow mark.
But that was all.
After a few more punches from Bai Zihe, the second door was blasted open with a hole, and he swaggered inside.
"Swish!"
"Creak creak..."
"Crack crackle —"
All sorts of mechanisms appeared one after another.
Bai Zihe, relying on his iron fist, was fearless.
To avoid future trouble, he even triggered all the mechanisms, so he wouldn't have to come back later.
Afterward.
Bai Zihe saw the inner chamber within the core treasure room.
That was the room where "Kong Wu" was hidden.
"Hum!"
Just as Bai Zihe was about to step in.
A chilling killing intent descended.
It was everywhere.
It permeated every pore.
It enveloped Bai Zihe, ready to unleash a fatal strike at any moment.
Bai Zihe frowned slightly.
"Rustle."
"Rustle rustle..."
"Swish swish swish swish..."
Sounds came from behind Bai Zihe.
Bai Zihe turned to look.
Over a dozen burly men, forming a semi-circle, began to approach him.
They were extremely burly, most of them over two meters tall, with blond hair and blue eyes, their exposed muscles enormous and incredibly powerful.
At first glance, one knew these individuals were not to be trifled with.
"Great Xia person..."
The leader soon approached to about ten zhang from Bai Zihe.
He was about two meters and twenty centimeters tall.
A strange rune was carved on his forehead, looking ferocious and terrifying.
At this moment, he stood with his arms crossed, looking at Bai Zihe with a leisurely air. The muscles in his arms involuntarily bulged, exuding explosive beauty.
A half-smile played on his lips, looking quite smug, "Thank you for clearing the obstacles for us, and thank you for opening this great door for us."
"Now..."
"You can go home."
They were foreigners from Western Europe, who had been eyeing Kong Wu.
Originally.
These foreigners were not entirely confident in obtaining Kong Wu, so they had remained in a state of observation and had not yet made a move.
Tonight, they heard the commotion and rushed over.
Upon discovering the great battle between Bai Zihe and the warriors and ancient martial artists of Ying country, they wisely chose to hide in the distance and observe.
Until now.
Bai Zihe had cleared all obstacles and all mechanisms.
They decisively jumped out to reap the rewards of victory.
This was the typical insidious behavior of Western European foreigners.
"Great Xia person, are you deaf?"
"We told you to leave, didn't you hear?"
Seeing Bai Zihe standing there blankly, a few of the foreigners became impatient, their tone laced with a chilling threat.
"Great Xia person."
"Out of gratitude towards you..."
"I can tell you, my name is Roman Powell!"
The leader spoke mockingly, then his expression turned cold, "However, my patience is limited."
"If you don't leave now..."
A cold glint flashed in Roman Powell's eyes. He then pointed a finger at a nearby rockery.
"Rumble —"
The rockery exploded instantly, sending dust flying everywhere.
This was…
Finger intent that severs souls!
He was a Grandmaster.