Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 152: Huang Jiugai, Tang Wuwo, Du Sangu, and Shangguan Ting

"Who did it?"

The three of them stood up simultaneously, their faces turning pale and their breath heavy.

Even someone with deep city walls and great tolerance would not feel good if their ancestors' graves were dug up and their parents' bodies exposed in the wilderness.

The three middle-aged men quickly answered:

"Xin Zhuo did it with Huaiwei!"

"Xin Zhuo did it with the young master!"

"Xin Zhuo did it with the eldest son!"

"..."

Tang Wuwo, Du Sangu, and Shangguan Ting looked astonished. These three kids dug up their own ancestral graves with Xin Zhuo? What's wrong with them?

Weren't they missing for no reason? And now they're digging up their own ancestral graves with Xin Zhuo?

"This is absolutely unreasonable. These kids are getting more and more out of control."

Tang Wuwo, who was known for his calmness and composure, couldn't help but have his veins popping on his forehead and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?"

A figure appeared in the corner, it was unclear how old they were, possibly in their sixties or seventies. They were wearing tattered clothes, with messy hair, and had dog skin plasters on their face and thighs. They were leaning on an iron crutch.

It turned out to be a beggar.

But Tang Wuwo and the others didn't dare to underestimate him. They turned around and cupped their hands, saying, "Master Huang Jiugai, we have some family matters to attend to and need to go out!"

The beggar sneered, "I won't stop you from leaving, but I just want to ask you one thing. The breakthrough is about to be achieved soon, after thirteen years of hard work and effort. Don't you want it? Don't you want to become a Half-step Small Great Master?"

Tang Wuwo and the others fell silent.

The beggar coldly smiled again, "What does it matter to have a mere ancestral grave? I don't even have ancestors!"

The three of them looked at him with gloomy faces. Yes, you're a beggar, of course you don't have ancestors, but you don't seem to be bothered by it.

The beggar's voice slowed down, "In a day or two, our power will greatly increase. By then, as a Half-step Small Great Master, who can't we kill within a thousand miles? Why bother about such trivial matters as ancestral graves? The Master is waiting for you inside, let the servants handle this kind of thing! The Fifth Rank cannot be moved, it needs protection!"

...

Thirty miles away from Danyang Tower, there were over a hundred people lying prone in a mountain hollow that led to the ancestral graves of the three families.

Xin Zhuo, Di Huaijie, the old man, and ten others, along with Xue Huaiwei, Tang Shize, and Du Jiunian, stood in a dense forest, looking towards Danyang Tower.

At this moment, Danyang Tower had four Fifth Ranks and fifteen sub-Fifth Ranks. Xin Zhuo didn't know what kind of cultivation technique or martial arts they possessed, but they were probably stronger than Di Huaijie, Chen Si, and the others. Therefore, Xin Zhuo didn't want to act rashly.

He vaguely remembered that Yan Chizong had mentioned that someone from a certain academy in the capital had arrived. He didn't know what realm this person was in.

If it was a Half-step Small Great Master, Small Great Master, or even a higher realm, it would be a different story.

Thinking of this, he turned to look at Tang Shize and the others. He saw the three of them wearing expressions as if they had lost their fathers, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

What's wrong?

The corners of Tang Shize's mouth twitched. What's wrong? Our ancestral graves were dug up, who can feel good about it? Our beloved grandparents were dug out, who can bear it?

Xin Zhuo seemed to have guessed it and said gently, "You might as well consider it from a different perspective. Those old graves were dug up by your own hands, not by others. It's not embarrassing. When the time comes, burn some paper money, kowtow a few times, and have a grand reburial. Who knows, it might bless your descendants and produce a top scholar!"

What kind of twisted logic is this? It was you who forced us to dig them up in the first place!

The three of them became even more frustrated.

"In fact, my ancestral grave was also dug up!"

Xin Zhuo sighed and pointed to Zhao Lao and the others not far away. "They know it best. I have already freed myself from the sadness, and it feels just average."

Zhao Lao, Ge San, Ke Qing'e, and the others, who were listening attentively, shrank their heads and pretended to be dead.

Xin Zhuo composed himself and looked at Tang Shize, saying, "Do you know who the guest from the capital in your family is?"

Tang Shize thought for a moment and replied, "I wasn't here, so I'm not sure. It should be that person, that person..."

He couldn't remember who that person was for a moment.

At that moment, Di Huaijie, who was closely watching the direction of Danyang Tower, suddenly spoke up, "Leader, someone is coming. We can start the plan to besiege the city and provide reinforcements!"

Xin Zhuo looked up and saw a group of about fifty to sixty people rushing towards them at high speed, their horse hooves pounding and dust flying.

Tang Shize also looked over and couldn't help but exclaim, "Fifty Di Sha Death Warriors and Uncle Dog?"

Sanhua Fairy Bai Muhao curiously asked, "What are Di Sha Death Warriors?"

Xue Huaowei explained, "Danyang Tower adopted three hundred and eighty-five orphans. They were given a special poison to swallow every day. Their whole lives were spent either practicing martial arts or setting up the Di Sha Formation. Only seventy of them survived to adulthood, and all seventy are at the seventh rank!

Over the years, twenty of them died while on missions, leaving exactly fifty remaining. They are the killing weapons of Danyang Tower, and this time they have all been sent out. It seems that Tang Wuwo, the hero, is in a hurry!"

The old man sneered, "Danyang Tower claims to be a righteous and upright sect, but they have done such despicable things, utterly shameless!"

Song Wudi also said, "Let's kill them and give them release!"

Tang Shize hesitated for a moment and said, "These Death Warriors are not easy to kill. They can form the Di Sha Formation, which releases poisonous gas. Anyone below the Half Step Small Great Master will be affected. And before they die, their bodies will explode, with their blood full of deadly poison. If you accidentally touch even a..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Di Huaijie and the other ten people who were eager to show off, along with a group of sixth rank experts, had already charged down. They didn't even hear the rest of what he said.

According to Xin Mo's meaning, once they finished with Danyang Tower, they would let themselves and the others leave. They were now just one step away from freedom, so why wait any longer? Let's go!

From the official road below, there came the neighing of horses and the heavy breathing of death. Then, the Five Elements True Qi and ordinary True Qi danced in a riot of colors.

Soon, chaos ensued, with dust, rocks, vegetation, and weapons flying around, accompanied by cries of agony.

Xin Zhuo stood still, hands behind his back, looking down.

He wasn't interested in Death Warriors or anything like that. He just wanted to capture the heads of the three major families of Danyang Tower and Huang Jiugai, to avenge the bounty on his head in the martial world, and to find out what had happened over the years from his grandfather.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Cries of agony and flying limbs filled the air, and smoke and blood danced together. The entire three hundred meters of the official road became a killing field.

Ah Gou, the fifth rank expert leading Danyang Tower, was instantly killed by Di Huaijie and the others, while the Death Warriors indeed formed a strange formation.

Xin Zhuo estimated that he couldn't break it with just one move.

But Di Huaijie and the others could. After all, every formation had its weaknesses, and these martial artists were not fools. They attacked from various angles, relying on their numbers.

Soon, the formation was broken, the Death Warriors died, and their bodies exploded before death, splattering blood and causing white smoke to rise from the ground, the flowers, and the trees.

No wonder they were called Death Warriors; their whole bodies were deadly weapons.

Even though their side was all at least sixth rank, many of them were still injured by the poisonous gas.

Xin Zhuo turned around and waved his hand, and Song Xijun and the others, who were in charge of preparing antidotes and a large amount of medicinal materials, immediately rushed up with their bags.

...

Looking at the gradually clearing field below, Xin Zhuo began to prepare antidotes.

Xue Huaowei and the others exchanged glances. This "demon" not only knew how to make poison, but it seemed he also knew how to make antidotes. Could it be true, as Zhao Lao and the others said, that Xin Zhuo was a divine doctor?

Could someone learn everything at such a young age, starting from the womb?

Tang Shize felt a bit sorry for the Death Warriors below. After considering for a moment, he asked, "What do we do next?"

Xin Zhuo didn't even lift his head and replied, "We wait for your father and the others to come!"

Du Jiunian's pupils contracted. His own mother might not even be a match for this demon. He asked subconsciously, "What if they don't come?"

Xin Zhuo said, "Then we'll wipe out the Du family and the Divine Spear Villa first. They should come!"