I'm invincible and I just want to raise children

Uncle Tian shook his head slightly and remained as silent as lead, without even the slightest response to Si Qingchuan's words. Si Qingchuan's heart suddenly seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, and an indescribable depression spread quietly.

"Si Qingchuan, I'm afraid you don't even want to face the cowardice in your heart!" Ma Weihao's voice sounded suddenly, with a bit of provocation and pride.

"Just now, I have ordered the dikes of the Twin Lakes to be dug. Once the floods rage, the people of Luohui County will be buried under this man-made natural disaster... Haha, now, I want to take a look, How do you save those people who hold a heavy weight in your heart! Hahahaha..."

Ma Weihao's laughter was arrogant and harsh, echoing in the air and chilling people's hearts.

"How dare you..." Si Qingchuan's face turned pale in an instant, and his fear was palpable. He roared almost instinctively, with disbelief and anger in his voice.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around in a hurry and gave urgent instructions to the men beside him. Every word revealed urgency and determination, trying to find that glimmer of hope in despair.

Ma Weihao laughed wildly again, his words full of contempt:

"You want to stop the unstoppable torrent of the Twin Lakes with the worthless trash around you? Just open your eyes wide and watch how those humble untouchables turn into dead souls and wander in the underworld!"

Before he finished speaking, a strange yellow figure seemed to jump out of nothingness, with a bit of unruliness and playfulness.

"Pah——"

A huge piece of yellow mud, like a thing from heaven, was accurately placed on Ma Weihao's arrogant face.

The yellow mud was so big that it almost swallowed up his entire face, leaving only a pair of horrified eyes flickering in vain in the mud.

In an instant, everything was silent beside the Twin Lakes.

The Mingyue Sect was the leader among the ten major sects of the Xia Dynasty. In Liangzhou, its prestige was like that of an emperor, and no one dared to challenge it.

Now, someone dares to offend the majesty of the true disciples of Mingyue Sect. If this matter reaches the ears of the sect, the person who throws mud may turn into a pile of loess in an instant and never see the light of day again.

Ma Weihao's spiritual energy surged all over his body, like a river bursting its banks, and the yellow mud on his face peeled off under the agitation of spiritual energy.

A face twisted with anger was clearly revealed, and the handsome features looked particularly ferocious at this moment, like an enraged beast, ready to attack.

His eyes were sharply locked on Lin Fan and his group, as if they could penetrate the void and hit people's hearts. The piece of yellow mud that suddenly flew out just now came from the direction where they were, and it undoubtedly became the trigger of this turmoil.

"Whoosh——"

Two nimble figures suddenly flashed to Ma Weihao's side, as silently as ghosts in the night.

Both of these two men carry long swords on their backs and have heroic looks. They are famous disciples in the inner sect of Mingyue Sect.

"Senior Brother Ma..." They bowed and saluted, with deep respect and humility in their voices.

Ma Weihao's face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes shone with an unmistakable coldness. His words were like the cold winter wind, biting and decisive: "Kill them, leave no one behind..."

Ever since he stepped into the Mingyue Sect and became a true disciple that attracted much attention, how could he, Ma Weihao, with his majesty and status, tolerate such trivial provocations?

The atmosphere here was depressing at this moment, as if it was a prelude to the coming storm.

From the moment Ma Weihao stepped into Mingyue Sect and was honored as a true disciple, no one dared to treat him the same way as before.

His figure, with the crowning of the sect leader candidate's aura, became a being that everyone looked up to, and everyone was respectful and awe-inspiring to him.

However, what happened today was like a bolt from the blue, shaking his heart.

Someone dared to mercilessly throw a huge piece of yellow mud at his face, which was once admired by thousands of people. This scene was undoubtedly an extreme trampling on his dignity.

Anger burned in his chest, turning into endless killing intent.

Death, the word circled in his mind, like the whisper of death, cold and decisive.

He has no intention of exploring who is behind the scenes. In this defiled land, everyone who witnesses this scene will pay the price for their "witnessing".

There is no need to ask more questions or investigate carefully. The lives in that area are destined to be swallowed up by darkness.

In Ma Weihao's heart, only the flame of revenge was burning, and he vowed to turn this insult and provocation into ashes.

"As you command, senior brother..."

The words fell softly, and the two figures disappeared from the place in an instant like ghosts in the dark night. When they reappeared, they were already standing in front of Lin Fan and his companions.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Lin Fan and others, and naturally became the primary target of these two Mingyue Sect inner disciples.

In an instant, two long swords with cold light were like silver snakes jumping out of the abyss, piercing the tranquility of the air silently.

The sword was sharp, like a poisonous snake spitting a message, pointing directly at the most fragile lifeline in Lin Fan's neck, with an unmistakable aura of death.

Lin Fan's expression suddenly darkened, and his hands seemed to be illuminated by the morning sun, tinged with a dazzling golden light, like two pairs of dazzling gold gloves, tightly fitting into his palms.

"Dragon Catcher..."

He silently recited the name of this combat skill in his heart, and every word contained strength and determination that should not be underestimated.

As his mind moved, two majestic golden dragons seemed to be circling and swimming on Lin Fan's hands. The dragon scales flashed and the dragon's roar loomed, adding a bit of mythical color to this ordinary battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, he did not dodge or dodge, and his left and right hands were like two dragons rising out of the sea, directly facing the tip of the sword that was coming at a rapid speed.

"Dang Cang——"

The sound of gold and iron clashing was deafening, and the two forces collided fiercely in the air, causing ripples visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, the golden palm seemed to turn into the hardest clamp in the world. With an incredible angle and force, it firmly clamped the opponent's swords, making them unable to move. The sword light was dim and the edge was lost. .

"drink--!"

The two inner disciples of the Mingyue Sect, with tense cheeks and tense muscles, tried with all their strength to snatch their swords from Lin Fan's clenched hands, but they were like earthworms shaking a tree, unable to move at all.

Ma Weihao's brows were twisted into a knot, and the coldness in his eyes was getting thicker, like frost flowers condensing in winter, cold and biting.

"Bang bang!"

Lin Fan's feet were like lightning in the night sky, erupting suddenly. Each strike carried the sound of wind and thunder, and outlined a series of silver afterimages in the air. In the blink of an eye, he kicked the two people away a hundred meters away. Outside, there was dust and a mess.

"clang!"

Immediately afterwards, two crisp sounds of metal breaking reverberated in the air, like discordant notes in a piece of music.

Everyone took a closer look and saw that Lin Fan's fingertips were lightly pinched. The originally extremely sharp sword had been broken into two pieces, and the cross section was flat, revealing his amazing internal strength and skill.