"You are just a local tyrant, but you dare to call yourself a overlord? Tsk! Don't you know that only I am qualified to call you the little overlord?" Duan Ye moved his hand, and an eight-star flywheel was in his hand.
The flywheel seemed to be made of black iron, but the patterns on it and the sharp teeth made the Jindan cultivator narrow his eyes, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.
Magical weapon!
That was an extraordinary magical weapon! A very rare magical weapon on the market! I never knew that this guy had this thing. However, if he could easily take out such a magical weapon, maybe he had something more valuable!
Thinking of this, his mind started to work quickly.
"Boy, I think you are courting death! How dare you cause trouble in my territory!" The man who was beaten and in pain was supported by two men. He was glaring at Duan Ye who was holding the Eight-Star Flywheel. He wanted to go forward to teach him a lesson again, but was stopped by the middle-aged man in front of him.
"Uncle, this kid is too arrogant! If we don't teach him a lesson, he won't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is!"
"That's right. If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know your place!" Duan Ye nodded in agreement. The Eight-Star Flywheel in his hand turned, and with a whoosh, the flywheel rushed out with a sharp breath and a hint of murderous intent, attacking the middle-aged man.
A calculating gleam flashed across the middle-aged man's eyes, and his figure flashed in an instant: "Since you are unwilling to give up, then I will offend you!" The golden elixir's pressure came out, and after avoiding Duan Ye's attack, he grabbed Duan Ye's shoulder with his bare hands.
"Dare to touch me? I'll break your pig's claws!"
Duan Ye snorted coldly, and the Eight-Star Flywheel that attacked him turned around and returned to his hand. He changed direction and chopped towards the hand that was grabbing his shoulder.
"call out!"
The middle-aged man was shocked by his extremely fast speed and instinctively retracted his hand, but he still felt the bloodthirsty aura passing through the back of his hand. It felt as if if he had retracted his hand a little slower, the hand would have been chopped off.
Damn it! This kid is only in the foundation-building stage, but how can he be so fast
How could he know that as a member of the royal family, he had encountered countless dangers since childhood. His physical skills and speed were the basis for escaping and staying alive, so naturally he would not be slow.
What's more, they are connected with the noble families in the eight empires, and have some secret methods to practice that are unknown to outsiders.
"Hiss! That boy is so fast!"
"That's right. He can fight against a Jindan cultivator. Where did this boy come from? He is definitely not a descendant of a small family."
"It won't be so easy to deal with a noble family. If they really dare to hurt the boy's life here, the boy's family will probably know about it. I heard that many noble families let their children go out for training, and they guard them in secret. As long as there is no danger to their lives, they usually don't show up."
Listening to what the people around him said, and looking at the speed of the boy's attack and his strange body movements, the Jindan cultivator broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, and before he knew it, his arm was scratched by the flywheel.
Seeing that if they continued fighting in this place, even if they won, they would be in trouble, so he gritted his teeth and quickly retreated, pulling the little bully with one hand and rushing back, leaving a word behind.