The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 1111 - 589: Initiative_3

"You-You... You..." He stammered, pointing at Yan Xiaobao. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that Yan Xiaobao's physical strength would be so shocking.

It seemed to be equivalent to Level 8 of Qi Condensation...

Yan Xiaobao slowly turned to look at the short disciple and said: "Can an inner sect disciple really express such rudeness to an elder?"

Then he began to walk forward.

Screaming, the short disciple turned and fled. However, before he could get far, as Yan Xiaobao exerted pressure on him and once again unleashed a powerful slap, a gust of screaming wind swept through the air.

At that moment, a stern, sinister voice came from below.

"Stay your hand!" Suddenly, a newcomer appeared on the scene.

However, Yan Xiaobao paid him no mind. His palm moved too fast, sending the inner sect disciple flying. Teeth rotated in the air, blood splattered. As he flew unconscious to the side, the disciple's neck seemed on the verge of breaking.

Subsequently, Yan Xiaobao clenched his hand, looking at the man climbing up from the mountain below. He was a middle-aged man, with a cultivation base at Level 9 of Qi Condensation, similar to Chen Heng.

The man stared angrily at Yan Xiaobao and said: "Didn't you hear what I just said, Yan Xiaobao? Damn it! You are—"

Yan Xiaobao raised his chin, smiled, and interrupted him, "Nephew, do you still want to be slapped?"

From the actions of the two disciples earlier and the man's words, it was clear they had no respect for him and even somewhat despised him, as if they thought they were completely above him. As far as he was concerned, disciples from such inner sects were utterly contemptible.

Yan Xiaobao's words brought a variety of expressions across the man's face; he swallowed the next word. Yan Xiaobao's impressive physical strength left him breathless, completely shocked. Now that the man considered, he realized that given Yan Xiaobao's status, what had been done here did not matter, and the Judicial Hall would not care.

This middle-aged man stared at Yan Xiaobao for a long time, suppressing his anger, then explained his purpose. "Yan Xiaobao, my clan's young master hopes you can extend a formal greeting to him."

He was actually sent by Shangguan Tianyou to command Yan Xiaobao to accept the formal greeting.

In his view, his clan's young master was making a mountain out of a molehill. Yan Xiaobao was lucky enough to become an important figure, and more like a clown than anything else. He had killed some weak members of cultivation families, merely by coincidence as the sect had eventually done a lot for him. This certainly did not grant him the rights to win face with a young master who had risen quickly and would surely reach the Golden Core Stage to forge a legend in the future.

In fact, this man actually felt being sent to Yan Xiaobao to receive a proposed greeting was a bit beneath his status.

Yan Xiaobao could already see how arrogant Shangguan Tianyou was. Given his own status, if he didn't appear in person, or chose to simply send a message, then it might be acceptable. But instead, he actually wanted Yan Xiaobao to visit him! "Even if he is one of the chosen, do you really think an outer sect disciple can command me to greet him? He should be the one coming to greet me!"

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