WebNovel Chapter 1342 You're So Noisy
Chapter 1342 You're So Noisy
There are really only two people in the world.
A Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator suspended upside down in mid-air.
And... the canine monk standing below, facing the corner.
All eyes were on the interior.
The two people inside also looked up and went to greet them.
"Big...Big Brother?!"
At the doorway, the 13th-realm Wind Eagle Clan cultivator, who had just gotten up from the ground, was struck dumb the moment he saw the scene inside the room.
I could hardly believe my eyes.
His elder brother, a genuine Foundation Establishment Realm expert, was actually... was actually hung upside down in mid-air by that brat?!
After a brief moment of deathly silence, before he could even think about how his older brother had been subdued, his body reacted before his brain could.
Suddenly, he raised his arm, his fingers flashing like lightning, pointing precisely to the center of the room, where the female canine cultivator was curiously observing the people at the door.
"It's her! It's definitely her!"
His voice was sharp and urgent as he roared:
"The human you're looking for is definitely related to her! That's why we're dealing with that human—to capture her!"
"Oh, right! She, she even calls that human 'father'!"
There must be something between them!
Upon hearing this, the group of imposing cultivators from the Number One Under Heaven at the entrance all turned their gazes in unison, instantly locking onto the female cultivator from the dog clan.
Leading the group was a dragon-race cultivator clad in black armor, whose aura was exceptionally powerful.
He ignored the Wind Eagle Clan cultivator hanging upside down, and also didn't look at the thirteenth realm cultivator jumping around. His cold, vertical pupils were fixed on the dog-clan female cultivator.
Where is that human?
The killing intent was so intense that the female dog-clan cultivator seemed unable to sense it.
She simply tilted her head, her overly bright eyes filled with confusion.
It was as if they couldn't understand what the other person was saying at all.
"I'm asking you a question!"
Upon seeing this, the thirteenth-realm cultivator was so anxious that he jumped up and down, and quickly asked in a simpler and more direct way, "Your father! Where did your father go?"
"Daddy?"
The female dog-clan cultivator repeated herself, her blank eyes suddenly brightening, "Father is right here."
Ning Ruan: "..."
You bastard!
The thirteenth-realm cultivator stared wide-eyed, about to speak, when he was interrupted by the leading dragon clan cultivator.
"Playing tricks and deception."
Under divine sense, nothing could be detected.
But at his level, he placed even more trust in his intuition.
Most importantly, it's better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free!
"Let's do it!"
Those cold, vertical pupils suddenly narrowed, flashing a terrifying light.
The moment he finished speaking, a group of cultivators from the Number One Pavilion in the World behind him attacked in unison.
A series of attacks, imbued with immense spiritual power, intertwined and crashed down upon the entire room.
Boom! ...
A deafening roar swallowed up all other sounds.
The entire ground trembled violently.
Smoke and shattered glimmers shot into the sky.
The once elegant room has been reduced to a huge ruin.
The Wind Eagle Clan cultivator, hanging upside down in mid-air, was instantly pulverized before he could even utter a scream.
"Brother--!"
At the entrance, the Wind Eagle Clan cultivator at the thirteenth realm cried out in alarm.
He looked utterly heartbroken.
The cultivators from the Number One Pavilion Under Heaven ignored him.
All eyes were focused on the ruins.
A dragon-type cultivator stepped forward, about to speak.
Suddenly, something moved in the center of the ruins ahead.
A dirty figure slowly crawled out from the broken bricks and stones.
She was still wearing that tattered dress.
It looked even dirtier, both on its body and face.
But apart from that, it was clearly unharmed.
She raised her hand and wiped her dark, grimy cheeks.
However, her hands were already as black as ink, and this wiping only made them dirtier.
"..."
The people at the door looked astonished.
Ning Ruan, standing at the door, had a look on her face that said, "I knew it, just as I thought."
Yes.
Ning Ruan was at the door.
The moment that dog shouted that his father was right there, she ran straight outside in front of everyone.
...Then I saw the room reduced to ruins.
She wasn't surprised at all that the bastard didn't die.
"who are you?"
The leading dragon-type cultivator stared intently at the canine-type creature in front of him, whose appearance was completely obscured.
Eleventh realm cultivation level...
But if it really is the eleventh realm of cultivation.
How could they possibly have survived?
Bao'er tilted her head, her bright eyes still filled with that pure bewilderment: "Who am I?"
"I'm Bao'er!"
"..."
"Take her down!"
The leader of the Jiaolong clan stopped talking nonsense, and the unease and horror in his heart turned into an even stronger killing intent.
This time, he took matters into his own hands.
With a single movement, he vanished from his spot.
A terrifying pressure belonging to the Golden Core Realm descended suddenly.
He brought his five fingers together, and his palm transformed into a sharp claw covered with fine black scales. The claw's wind tore through the air, emitting a sharp hiss, and went straight for Bao'er's head.
This claw strike was the culmination of the full power of a Golden Core Realm expert.
Let alone someone at the eleventh realm, even a cultivator at the same Golden Core realm would never dare to confront them head-on.
However, faced with this devastating claw attack... Bao'er did not dodge.
They showed not a trace of fear.
She simply tilted her head.
Those eyes, still surprisingly bright even in the smoke and dust, seemed somewhat impatient.
Then, that thin, small hand was casually raised.
Facing that sharp claw capable of tearing through metal, it reached out without dodging or avoiding it.
"court death!"
The dragon-race cultivator grinned maliciously, his claws becoming even more ferocious.
He could almost see the bloody scene of him crushing the other person's arm and head together.
But the next moment, the expression on his face froze.
"Snapped."
A soft sound.
His sharp claws were firmly grasped by that small hand.
That hand wasn't very big.
It was covered in dirt.
But the moment she grasped his wrist, it was like an unshakeable iron clamp, preventing him from advancing even an inch further.
All power and all pressure vanished with a single grasp.
"how……"
The dragon cultivator's pupils suddenly contracted, his face filled with horror.
His spiritual energy surged wildly as he tried to break free.
But the little hand remained motionless.
"You're so noisy."
Bao'er looked up at him, her voice full of childlike complaints.
The moment the complaint ended, she gently tightened the grip on the other person's wrist.
"Snap—!"
A crisp, clear sound of bone cracking suddenly rang out from the ruins.
The dragon cultivator's arm, covered in incredibly tough scales, was snapped off as easily as a withered tree branch!
The stark white bone fragments pierced through the flesh and blood, exposed to the air.
The intense pain caused the dragon cultivator to let out a suppressed groan.
But what he felt even more was a deep-seated fear!
He wanted to retreat, he wanted to escape!
But his body felt as if it were completely imprisoned by an irresistible force.
He could only watch helplessly as that dirty face drew closer, and as those pure, unadulterated eyes came into view.
"I'm not playing anymore." Bao'er shook her head, seemingly finding it boring. "It's not fun."
The voice just fell.
With her other hand, she swiftly reached out and grabbed the dragon cultivator by the neck.
The five fingers are slightly clenched.
"Bang bang."
Another crisp sound.
The throat bone of the Jiaolong cultivator shattered instantly.
The horror and disbelief in his eyes froze completely, and all vitality and radiance quickly faded away.
How powerful is the physical body of a Golden Core Realm expert?
At this moment, however, it is as fragile as paper.
Bao'er tossed it aside casually, as if throwing away a toy she didn't like.
The still-warm body of the Jiaolong cultivator slumped down.
It crashed into the ruins, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"..."
A deathly silence so profound you could hear a pin drop.