Dan and Martial God of the Other World

Yun Qianhao raised his eyes and looked at the teenager in front of him. He couldn't help but clench his sword with both of his hands. There were some fluctuations in the depths of his eyes, but he quickly calmed down.    

    

In the past three years, the ridicule, ridicule, and blow he had faced had far surpassed all these.    

    

"Very good, these three years, it's not a bad thing for you."    

    

Du Shaomu looked at Yun Qianhao, who had calmed down in a split-second, and leisurely said, "Tell me, if you are walking on the road and you are suddenly bitten by a mad dog, what will you do?"    

    

Yun Qianhao was surprised for a moment, he did not expect Du Shaomu to ask this question suddenly, but soon after, as if he had an idea, he said: "Replying to the Young Master, Mad Dog bit me, but I can't bite him back."    

    

"Wrong!"    

    

Du Shaomu shook his head.    

    

"Young master, how am I wrong? Do you think I can bite a mad dog? I'm not a dog!" Yun Qianhao was really confused.    

    

"Dogs are good friends with humans, but mad dogs are not. Crazy dogs will bite you, no matter whose family this mad dog belongs to, then just kill him, remember!" Du Shaomu said to Yun Qianhao.    

    

Yun Qianhao was surprised for a moment and then smiled. He nodded and said, "Yes, young master. I will remember it!"    

    

"Puchi …"    

    

Someone in the crowd finally couldn't hold back their laughter. Du Shaomu was scolding the well-dressed youth beside the crown prince. Not only was this young master arrogant, he had a sharp tongue and did not spare anyone with his words.    

    

"Du Shaomu, Yun Qianhao, who are you calling a mad dog!"    

    

The well-dressed youth also understood what had happened. His mocking face turned into the color of pig liver as he angrily glared at Du Shaomu and Yun Qianhao.    

    

Du Shaomu glanced at the well-dressed youth and ignored him. He turned to Yun Qianhao and asked, "Do you know this mad dog?"    

    

"The inner sect disciples of the Heavenly Martial Sect entered the Heavenly Martial Sect together with me, but didn't even have the qualifications to carry my shoes for me. Back then, when I begged to be my sword boy, I didn't think much of him and later on became someone else's sword boy. Yun Qianhao said.    

    

"So that's how it is." Du Shaomu suddenly realized something.    

    

"Bastard, who are you calling a mad dog!"    

    

The well-dressed youth was completely enraged. His eyes were burning with anger and he was in pain. He indeed wanted to become Yun Qianhao's sword boy, but Yun Qianhao had completely ignored him.    

    

Du Shaomu then glanced at the well-dressed youth and said, "Whoever answers you is a mad dog!"    

    

The crowd wanted to laugh, but all of them could only hold back their laughter. They lowered their heads, afraid that they would laugh out loud.    

    

This person was one of the crown prince's men. With Prince Yuv Loongquan present, he did not dare to offend the crown prince.    

    

However, there were still some people who could not hold it in and burst out laughing.    

    

"You … You piece of trash, today I will kill you! "    

    

The well-dressed youth could not suppress his anger, and his face was ashen. Even in terms of Heavenly Martial Sect, there were not many people who dared to humiliate him like this, and were just about to make a move.    

    

"You're courting death!"    

    

Yun Zhenhai already couldn't hold it in anymore. Cold light surged in his eyes. He was afraid that if the well-dressed youth moved, he would definitely not be polite.    

    

Looking at Yun Zhenhai, the luxuriously dressed youth had fear in his eyes. In front of a powerhouse at the ninth level of Martial Marquis Stage, he was not a match for him.    

    

"Liu Tie, step down. No matter what, Yun Qianhao was once a fellow disciple or disciple of yours. Although he has become a cripple, you can't be impudent. Otherwise, there will be gossip saying that my people are bullying a cripple."    

    

Prince Yuv Loongquan opened his mouth and spoke as he looked at Du Shaomu, Yun Zhenhai, and Yun Qianhao.    

    

"Yes, Crown Prince."    

    

Mu Yun gritted his teeth as he took a step back. However, his gaze was fixed on Du Shaomu and Yun Qianhao, filled with killing intent.    

    

"Master is finally willing to come out and lead the dog."    

    

Du Shaomu's expression was still calm as he said: "But in the end, who is the cripple? I'm not sure."    

    

Yuv Loongquan stared at Du Shaomu and the corner of his eyes twitched. A hint of chilliness appeared and he said, "It seems that you are very satisfied with this sword boy?"    

    

"Is the battle finally about to begin?"    

    

Seeing Yuv Loongquan and Du Shaomu facing each other at this moment, many people in the crowd had a clear idea of what was going on.    

    

It was all because of Yuv Loongquan's Fengling City today, and Lee Ling'er was definitely one of those people that came with ill intentions.    

    

Du Shaomu was the groom. Sooner or later, the two of them would face each other head-on, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.    

    

In everyone's imaginations, the direct confrontation between the two might be a bit late.    

    

One was the Yuv state's crown prince, the Heavenly Martial Sect's direct disciple, a true heaven's pride expert!    

    

One of them was Mr Mo, the disciple with unfathomable medical skills. It was rumored that he had a mysterious background and must have a great power behind him.    

    

It could be seen from how the groom, Du Shaomu, had killed Su Tianci ten days ago, and then brutally abused dozens of Dreamy Cloud Academy's geniuses just now, helping Sun Tie to break through and so on, that the groom, Du Shaomu, was indeed Mr Mo's junior brother, and was not as unbearable as North Cloud City was rumored to be.    

    

These two youths were fighting head on. This made it impossible to predict who would emerge victorious in the end.    

    

But for those ordinary people with Fengling City, they wouldn't know much about it.    

    

He only knew that Prince Yuv Loongquan was the pride of the heavens. As for Young Master Du Shaomu, although he had some skills and tricks, he probably couldn't compare with the Crown Prince.    

    

At this moment, the most nervous person in his heart was undoubtedly Lee Changkong. The thing he was most worried about had finally arrived.    

    

Du Shaomu didn't seem to care about the thoughts of those around him. Instead, he seemed to be interested in them. He looked at Yuv Loongquan and said, "What, you want to challenge me?"    

    

"Challenge …"    

    

Yuv Loongquan smiled faintly. Every move he made was filled with an innate noble aura and royal prestige. He looked down at Du Shaomu like he was looking down at an ant and said, "You are just a cripple sword boy, is it worth my concern?"    

    

"Although my sword boy is crippled, let alone you, he is definitely stronger than any Son of God in this world, let alone your dog!" Du Shaomu said.    

    

"This tone …"    

    

"You're too arrogant!"    

    

When Du Shaomu said this, there was no shock on the entire venue. All there was was a snicker and a shake of his head.    

    

A cripple like sword boy, even if he was a peerless genius in the past, he wouldn't dare to claim that he can fight against the legendary Holy Son and God Child, let alone the fact that he has now become a cripple.    

    

This tone was too arrogant and ignorant!    

    

"Bastard, who are you calling a dog!"    

    

Mu Yun's expression was the ugliest, this Du Shaomu actually humiliated him time and time again.    

    

"Who admits to it? Who is it? Isn't it obvious enough?" Du Shaomu smiled.    

    

"Puchi …"    

    

Seeing that Mu Yun did not run out to reply, the entire venue was filled with laughter.    

    

Many people had already cast sympathetic gazes at Mu Yun. Today, this guy could be considered to have been completely tricked by Du Shaomu.    

    

"Bastard, I'm not done with you …"    

    

Looking at the gazes and laughter around him, Mu Yun's expression turned extremely dark.    

    

"Hahaha …" The ignorant are indeed fearless. "    

    

Yuv Loongquan sneered and signaled Mu Yun to back off with his eyes. This was an ignorant and arrogant person. However, this ignorant person had beaten his dog time and time again. That was equivalent to provoking his face.    

    

As his smile faded, Yuv Loongquan looked at Du Shaomu and said, "Since you have such a high evaluation of your crippled sword boy, how about letting your sword boy and mine fight? Today is a special day, how about we add some stakes as well?"    

    

"The ignorant are indeed fearless."    

    

Du Shaomu smiled and said to Yuv Loongquan, "Then make an appointment and let them fight. As for the bet, since your Liu Tie lost, just kowtow to my sword boy!"    

    

"Make an appointment. Fifty years. Or a hundred. Or two hundred …"    

    

The corner of his mouth raised in a cold smile: "I lost, let me kowtow to a cripple. I can forgive your arrogance, but if you lose, what's the point of wagering it?"    

    

"My life. If Yun Qianhao loses, I can give you my life. But if your dog loses, just kowtow to my sword boy."    

    

Du Shaomu was calm and collected as usual. He said to Yuv Loongquan, "You don't have to wait fifty years or a hundred years. Today is my wedding day, so it's not good to see blood. It can be done in three or five days."    

    

"Du Shaomu, step down, you don't even have the right to speak!"    

    

Lee Changkong finally could not hold it in anymore. He went up to Du Shaomu and scolded him. His eyes repeatedly signaled Du Shaomu to back off.    

    

At this moment, Lee Changkong was on the verge of collapse. What exactly did Du Shaomu want to do? He was too arrogant.