I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Chapter 979: Make Xiao Ze a Slave?

On the Flying Ball Tribe territory of the Tai Chu Continent…

There was a mountain on which one rock face had been smashed open to reveal translucent green crystals inside, from which an extremely powerful vital energy fluctuation could be detected.

At the foot of the rock face, there were two parties that were caught in an impasse.

Xiao Ze wore a set of black robes as he stood firmly before a dozen or so outer sect disciples while staring with a grave expression at the man before him. The man had golden eyes and dragon horns on his head, and he was wearing a set of white robes.

Beside this middle-aged man, there were two male Dragon Tribe cultivators with powerful auras, as well as a powerful Dragon Tribe entourage.

“Xiao Ze, you killed my brother, but my father has been kind enough to spare your life, seeing as you are affiliated with the Heavenly Court. Why do you still resist?” A male Dragon Tribe cultivator who was holding a jade fan interrogated in a stern voice.

“I’m only going to be my master’s underling! You want me to become the Dragon Court’s eternal slave? Go f*ck yourselves!” Xiao Ze chuckled coldly.

The middle-aged man at the forefront of the group spoke in a slow, yet menacing voice, “If you continue to resist, then don’t blame me for killing you on the spot in order to avenge my son!”

Boom!

An extremely fearsome dragon might erupted between heaven and earth as peerlessly regal golden ripples radiated from the middle-aged man’s body. Everyone around was struck by a sense of crushing asphyxiation, as if they were being confronted by an ancient True Dragon.

“Have you no shame, Ao Meng? It’s clearly you who is trying to rob our mine, which has therefore resulted in this altercation, and now you’re pinning the blame on us? Is this how the Dragon King does things?” Liu Qianhuan held her sword as she pointed at the middle-aged man with an enraged expression.

“There’s no place for a child like you in a conversation between adults!” Ao Meng harrumphed coldly, and an extremely terrifying aura materialized into a substantial form before hurtling toward Liu Qianhuan.

Xiao Ze instantly positioned himself before Liu Qianhuan and launched his palms against the oncoming attack.

Boom!

An earth-shattering collision ensued.

Xiao Ze stumbled back a few steps before stabilizing himself and glaring at Ao Meng. “I’m the one who killed your son! Don’t go unleashing cowardly attacks against Soul Formation Stage cultivators! Where is your honor as a Dragon Tribe mighty figure?”

A disdainful expression appeared on Ao Meng’s face. “Even if I kill all of you to avenge my son, the Heavenly Court won’t be able to state any objections. Hurry up and sign the slave contract with me! My patience is wearing thin!”

“You want to kill members of my Four Nine Immortal Sect? Take care you don’t get yourself killed!”

A handsome man flew toward them from a distance before looking down upon Ao Meng.

“Hmph! Who gave you the courage to talk to me like that?” Ao Meng had never been insulted by a Soul Formation Stage cultivator like this, and he raised his hand to grip the air in the direction of the black brick!

Boom!

Space suddenly twisted in that instant.

However, a flash of white light erupted, and An Lin disappeared from the spot.

“What?” Ao Meng faltered slightly at this sudden development.

In his moment of stunned inactivity, a white light suddenly flashed before him, and a man with black energy radiating from his body suddenly emerged from thin air and unleashed a vicious sword strike!

Whoosh!

A terrifying black sword projection extended for close to ten kilometers, slicing apart all of the mountains in its path.

Ao Meng was knocked back several hundred meters by that sword strike, but he remained completely unscathed.

“So you’re the Dragon King of the Dragon Court of the Eastern Seas, Ao Meng? You’re nothing much.”

Even though he hadn’t injured Ao Meng, a sneer still appeared on An Lin’s lips, as if he did not even see Ao Meng as a worthy opponent.

“You’re An Lin?” Azure scales had appeared on Ao Meng’s arms.

He had used his two arms as a shield to defend himself from An Lin’s previous attack.

“That’s right, I am the sect leader of the Four Nine Immortal Sect, An Lin.”

An Lin did not keep his identity a secret. If he didn’t even have the courage to reveal who he was, then he wouldn’t have appeared here in the first place.

He scanned his eyes across the Dragon Tribe forces to find that, including Ao Meng, there were three Return to Void Stage mighty figures among them.

Aside from Ao Meng, one of the remaining two mighty figures was the Return to Void Initial Stage Ao Mingyu, whom he had met at the Ancient Tai Chu Realm. The other one was a Dragon Tribe mighty figure who he had never met before. This Dragon Tribe mighty figure had obscured his aura, so it was impossible to ascertain his cultivation base.

“What an outstanding young hero.” Ao Meng looked at An Lin with a fake smile.

An Lin responded in kind, “And what a shameless old fart.”

Ao Meng’s lips twitched as a cold sneer appeared on his face. “I hope you can understand the implications of killing my son. If you want Xiao Ze to live, then persuade him to become my slave and tell your people to evacuate from this mine at once.”

“You want to make my disciple your slave? Do you really think you’re worthy?” An Lin raised his head, and there was a hint of cold rage in his eyes.

“Master…” Tears welled up in Xiao Ze’s eyes as he looked at An Lin.

“Hahaha…” Ao Meng couldn’t help but laugh at the height of his rage. “You refuse to cooperate? Alright, then you can all die here!”

He had already planned everything out. If worse came to worst, he would just have to kill Xiao Ze and the others right on the spot. The Heavenly Court wouldn’t intervene as he was only avenging his son, which made his actions justifiable.

After that, he could take this spirit stone mine for himself, and all in all, it wasn’t a bad deal to exchange the life of a useless son for a large spirit stone mine.

An Lin refused to get swept up in Ao Meng’s rhythm. “Don’t be so eager to battle! Let’s set out the facts first and ascertain just who is in the wrong on this matter!”

“Quit your yapping! You don’t have the right to be negotiating with me! The reality is that Xiao Ze has killed my son, so he has two choices now, one of which is to become my slave and the other one is to pay with his life! I’ll give you ten seconds to consider.” Ao Meng’s monstrous aura erupted forth again.

A power of the divine dao, which was unique to a Return to Void Final Stage mighty figure, surged into the sky, creating an extremely powerful tornado of wind and light that howled in rage.

An Lin gritted his teeth upon seeing this, and the veins on his forehead bulged. Ao Meng was completely unwilling to settle this through reason.

Ao Meng knew in his heart that the Dragon Court was in the wrong here. Hence, if he really did afford An Lin the opportunity to analyze the situation, then he would be placed at a moral disadvantage. As such, it was best to just force a battle immediately!

The Dragon Court was more powerful than the Four Nine Immortal Sect anyway.

Hence, the Four Nine Immortal Sect could only bend to his will and judgment.

“Seeing as you think I don’t have the right to negotiate with you, then let me show you whether I have the right to do so or not!” Golden light flashed through An Lin’s eyes as a paramount divine might erupted forth.

Boom!

Golden ripples permeated through heaven and earth, as if a peerless god was looking down upon the ants of the world.

The entire Dragon Tribe entourage, with the exception of Ao Meng and the two men beside him, all sprawled to the ground!

An Lin was not someone that would just accept being trampled upon.

Ao Meng wanted to talk through the use of fists?

Then he would just have to speak Ao Meng’s language!