My Master Disconnected Yet Again (Part 3)

Chapter 462: Leave Me Some

"Hey, they're looking for you!" Lonemoon answered, as if he already knew what was going to happen. He pondered for a moment, then said, "There are 23 people in total. They're all either Soul Formation cultivators or traveling immortals. I think that's more or less all of them!" The phenomenon that just occurred undoubtedly attracted attention.

Fatty turned pale at once. A shred of panic flashed across his face. "What should I do? Let's leave at once."

"Leave? What for?" Lonemoon glanced at him. "You have to settle this sooner or later. It's good that they are here. It saves us the time that would have been spent looking for them."

"Settle.... Settle this?" Fatty stuttered. Seeing that Lonemoon was serious about this, he became even more panicked. "They won't listen to reason."

"Who says we're going to reason with them?"

"Eh? Aren't we?"

Lonemoon let out a short laugh and spread out the fan in his hands. Emphasizing each word, he said, "All we have to do is give them a good beating." The only way to deal with people who even thought about consuming others was by showing their fists.

Fatty:: "..."

This was what he meant by settling things? Wasn't this more likely to cause trouble?

"Didn't... didn't you say there are 23 of them – all either Soul Formation cultivators or traveling immortals?"

"Mm, and then?"

"There are only four of us!" Fatty looked on the brink of breaking down. He was extremely anxious. Although he knew that Fellow Daoist Niu and Fellow Daoist Chef had formidable hidden powers that were out of this world – otherwise they would not have been able to discover what was really wrong with Fatty – they were clearly outnumbered. "There are so many of them, and they all have immortal weapons-"

"You're right. .Four of us is too many." Lonemoon kept his fan and turned around, sighing. "Chef, I'm leaving them all to you."

As he spoke, he retreated and stood aside. Chef is the most professional at fighting! Lonemoon was definitely not doing this to take revenge on the master and disciple duo that cheated him back in the forest.

"..." Fatty stared blankly at Lonemoon. He did not think there were too many of them. He continued to try to persuade Lonemoon, "I didn't mean-"

Before he could finish speaking, Yi Qing raised his arm beside him. A long sword appeared in his hands, and sword Qi that felt much more intimidating and frightening than the aura of the lightning tribulation earlier began to fill the sky. It was threatening to engulf all of them.

Fatty felt his legs turn to jelly. He caught himself just as he was about to fall to his knees. Even the people who were far away from them felt the aura. Some fell down from the sky.

Fatty turned around to study Yi Qing, who was now behind him. Before he developed his own cultivation, he did not sense this about Yi Qing. Now, he realized that his entire body emanated a frightening aura which caused fear to well up in one's chest. Nobody in the right mind would even think about fighting him.

Yi Qing took a few steps forward, toward the people who were still heading toward them. He had only casually walked forward, but Fatty felt the sword Qi that flowed out of his body. It caused Fatty's chest to tighten. Was this their true power?

He looked even scarier than all the Soul Formation cultivators and immortal cultivators he had ever seen. Suddenly, he understood why Lonemoon said what he did. The four of them were really more than enough to take on the group heading toward them. In fact, Yi Qing alone was enough – more than enough.