Astral Pet Store (WN)

Chapter 169 Clash

“Who else could I be talking to? Do you hear me? Move it!” the old man shouted with a threatening look.

Su Ping frowned. He did hear someone yelling and exerting his power back there, but didn’t think it had been directed at him because that petty trick was basically nothing compared to the dragon king.

However, he didn’t get to respond when someone else nearby suddenly applauded.

Yet another group of seven or eight people were approaching the entrance, while a handsome-looking young man walked in the middle of it.

“Ha ha! I see that the Tang Family sure lives up to their name. There are good folk who obey the rules, yet you force them to leave. I mean, is this the Mysterious Realm or your private training house?”

“He’s Situ Feng, another man on the Pioneer’s Ranking!” an bystander uttered out loud.

“My gosh. He’s also at the fifth level, right?”

“Now this will be fun. We can’t do anything to the Tang Family, but the Situ Family sure won’t back down so easily.”

All the people who had scurried away to avoid trouble came back to watch the show.

Tang Ruyan scowled. “Are you challenging my authority?”

“Challenge your authority? HA!” Situ Feng sneered and glanced at her old servant. “Too bad we’re not allowed to fight here. And yes, I do wish to have a taste of such a… pretty chick, if I get the chance.”

“What-YOU’RE GOING DOWN!”

Tang Ruyan’s eyebrows almost stood in rage. She channeled her seventh-rank astral power and summoned her pet space, from which people smelled the stink of blood.

Situ Feng humphed and spoke to Su Ping without minding the woman, “Feel free to go ahead, young friend. These bastards from the Tang Family won’t do a thing under my watch.”

“I dare you to try!” The old man threw Su Ping an aggressive glare. “Stop it already. Does it feel good to bully kids as a senior pet warrior?” another middle-aged man in a gray robe beside Situ Feng spoke. The old man spat but didn’t answer.

Meanwhile, the other observers nearby gave Su Ping a sympathetic look when they believed that this young man had become the victim between two clashing forces.

Nie Chengkong’s team were anxious to provide help but couldn’t, for they could oppose neither families. The only thing they could do was silently pray for a better outcome, that Su Ping would get out of this unnecessary conflict.

Su Ping sighed.

Are these people seriously starting a fight just because they had to wait in line? Big families? My a**.

He decided not to argue with the old man and simply walked toward the tower’s entrance.

“OH NO YOU DON’T!”

The old man glowered at Su Ping’s back and lifted an arm, unleashing a giant, translucent shadow of a hand made of pure astral power, which aimed to slam Su Ping away.

The gray-robed man also released his own astral power to block the attack, causing a giant explosion in the middle of the face-off.

Infuriated, the old man raised both arms and began shooting multiple “hand attacks” in the same direction.

The gray-robed man managed to deflect the attacks, but accidentally let one of them slip because this one in particular had been well hidden inside blinding astral power.

“Damn, the geezer’s going to kill that kid for

real!”

Su Ping felt the dangerous power coming at his back and discharged a “needle” made of astral power he had prepared to block off the attack; he had never trusted some kind of unspoken rule to protect his life in the first place.

Boom!

Yet another terrible force descended upon the battlefield, causing Su Ping to look back.

He immediately recognized the newcomer as a titled warrior, Venerable the Blade, about whom Ye Chenshan had just told him.

Tang Ruyan, Situ Feng as well as their companions were visibly shocked when seeing this famous figure approaching, especially the old man and the gray-robed man. They were both titled warriors, yet they felt as if they would lose their heads the moment they made the wrong move while Venerable the Blade was there.

Venerable the Blade dispersed the “astral hand” and briefly cast a surprised glance at the entrance of the dragon tower where Su Ping stood. He widened his eyes slightly when he noticed how young Su Ping looked.

“The Mysterious Realm is intended for peaceful explorers,” he spoke as he changed his expression to that of aloofness again. “If your clans wish to settle a dispute, do it elsewhere. But not here!”

His voice carried a sharp force that invaded the minds of the offenders, causing them to flinch in pain all of a sudden.

No one spoke a word under the commanding might.

Su Ping gave Venerable the Blade a careful glimpse as he felt a small fraction of power that appeared to be the same as that shown by a Beast King. But only a fraction.

This had told him that Venerable the Blade was indeed not far from reaching the rank of legendary.

“Thank you, good sir.” Su Ping did a fist-in-palm salute. He was grateful for that.

“There’s no need.” Venerable the Blade gave him another curious look. “I can see that you didn’t really need my help.”

He then returned to the tip of the dragon bone to maintain discipline as a guardian.

Without waiting any longer, Su Ping turned around and walked inside the tower, while Venerable the Blade watched him go.

The people outside felt the pressure subside and suddenly began sweating all over.

Tang Ruyan bit her lips and clenched her fists with a cold look.

Her old servant glanced at where Venerable the Blade was hovering and looked back. “Are you unhurt, my lady?”

“I’m fine.”

Situ Feng’s helper did similarly; Situ Feng answered absent-mindedly and looked around, only to see that the young man he had meant to assist was no longer there.

The other spectators began whispering to each other in awe.

“That’s what a titled warrior is capable of. It was scary, man.”

“Tell me about it. I felt as if I were facing a real Beast King!”

“Seriously. All the ninth-rank monsters I encountered added together probably wouldn’t stand a chance against that kind of strength.”

“Those fools! They knew Venerable the Blade was watching, and they still did this sh*t? Do they really believe they own the place?” “Weird, where’s that little guy?”

“Oh, I think he already went inside the tower.”

“He did??”

“Did Venerable speak to him back there? What did he say?” “I don’t know. Maybe we were just seeing things.” “Who was that guy anyway? Some kid who ventured away from his family for the first time? I wonder which level he can reach.”