Chapter 167: A Four-Year-Old Child
As she’s saying that, she turns to a distance and waves over, “Come here, Xiao Bao.”
Hearing Muyan’s call, the practicing Xiao Bao promptly and obediently comes over.
Muyan touches her son’s head.
She just unhurriedly says: “You’re opponent… is him.”
“Are you kidding me?!”
“Smelly girl, are you making fun of us?”
“A milk doll, I, your father could kill him with a finger.”
With a smile that isn’t a smile, Muyan looks on as they raucously curse. She waits for their commotion to settle down before she speaks with a sneer: “It seems that you don’t want this opportunity.”
Saying that, she turns around to leave.
“Wait a moment!” the scarred man immediately calls for her to stop, he says doubtfully, “What you said, that you’d let us go free as long as we defeat this small child, is that true?”
“Of course!” Muyan turns back, “I’ll never speak lies.”
“Is this one versus one, or two wins out of three sets?”
This puts Muyan on a stump.
So she looks down to Xiao Bao, “Baby, say, what would be more interesting?”
Xiao Bao’s tiny face is as cold as usual, but there’s a flash of impatience within the depths of his eyes, “All of you, all at once.”
Muyan looks up and beams, “You all heard that?”
The slaves from Ghost City are all stunned, doubting if what they heard was just their imagination.
A small child who’s less than five years old actually said “all at once” to face them – these strong fiendish men?
Is this foolish, or is this insanity?
After they’re done staring blankly, an ominous light emerges from within each slave’s eyes.
They are looked down upon by a milk down and a woman too weak to stand up to the wind, how could they tolerate this?!
“Little kid, since you’re courting death, don’t blame these grandfathers for being rude!”
“That’s right, who made it so that this smelly girl doesn’t know how high the is sky and how wide is the earth!”
While they’re talking, a fierce killing intent thickly surrounds the slaves as they rush up like a swarm of bees.
Muyan unhurriedly steps back, arms crossed in front of her chest as she watches this overwhelmingly one-sided crushing battle as it’s about to begin.
Expressionless at the side, Yan Haotian can only look at her, then at the group of slaves surrounding the young master, then imperceptibly shake his head.
He has already determined that the future of this group of idiots would be very miserable.
One can’t just look at how the Miss is beaming right now, since all those who have insulted the little master, she won’t let a single one of them easily get away with it!
What’s more, just with this group of idiots, and they want to defeat the young master?
They’re dreaming!
Just as this thought flashes through Yan Haotian’s mind,
There’s a loud bang, and a huge body is already flying up and out the fray, he heavily tumbles down to the ground, and suddenly coughs a mouthful of blood.
Then the one becomes two, and the two becomes three.
Following that, one could hear miserable shrieks like wailing ghosts and howling wolves throughout the whole courtyard.
Afterwards, each and every one of the brawny, tower-like men are either sent flying with a kick, or lifted up in the air and thrown out.
In brief, after a short quarter of an hour later in the yard, except for the spectating Muyan and Yan Haotian,
Only a very small figure stands proudly in the the middle of the courtyard.
And around him are the disordered strong men lying on the ground, each one of them sporting a b.l.o.o.d.y nose and a swollen face as they continuously shriek miserably.
At this moment, the way that all the slaves look at Xiao Bao,
It’s no longer of mere shock and amazement, but it’s as if they’re looking at a monster.
This one is only a four-year-old child a!
A child that is not taller than their waists.
Unexpectedly… unexpectedly took on more than a dozen of them “devils” who have crawled out from a sea of blood and corpses, and he had completely beaten them to the ground!