NOVEL WEB Chapter 133: It Seems You've Chosen the First Option
For a brief moment, the entire second floor of the tavern fell into a dead silence.
Many of those who had initially planned to watch the spectacle now found their expressions turning grim. None of them had expected that this Count of the Great Chu Dynasty would be so domineering—
Right from the start, he demanded that everyone leave.
But they were in Yunzhou, not within the territory of the Great Chu Dynasty.
Immediately, someone couldn’t help but sneer and speak up in a cold voice, “What a big mouth! I’m not leaving. What can you do? Kill us all?”
Before the words even finished—
The young man in the moon-white robe casually pointed his finger. A streak of light shot forth from his fingertip, like a celestial sword piercing through the void.
In an instant, the person who had spoken was reduced to a mist of blood.
Only his head remained, rolling to the center of the second floor with a dull thud.
Seeing the lifeless, wide-eyed head, everyone felt their hearts skip a beat. A chilling cold spread through their bodies, and their hands and feet went numb.
“Impressive courage,” the moon-white-robed man said as he slowly retracted his finger, his expression calm and composed. “I quite admire people like that.”
With that, he shifted his gaze toward the remaining people and asked, “Who’s next?”
As his words fell, everyone instinctively took a step back. Many of them were already pressed tightly against the walls, with no way out other than jumping out the window.
But the problem was—
Could they possibly escape faster than the young man’s sword light?
Most of the people here were rogue cultivators. The Great Chu Dynasty didn’t provide an environment for rogue cultivators to exist, which meant they were all from either the Great Zhou Dynasty or Yunzhou.
And this young man’s attitude was crystal clear—he was deliberately suppressing them.
There were only two ways to survive this ordeal: defeat him or swallow their pride and submit.
But the idea of defeating him was dismissed almost immediately.
In the face of absolute power, the notion of “enough ants can bite an elephant to death” simply did not apply.
With a mere flick of his finger, he could slaughter them all.
Since fighting back was impossible, there was only one choice left.
A middle-aged man stepped forward, bringing along a few of his companions. He cupped his hands slightly in front of the young man and said, “I have no intention of opposing the Great Chu Dynasty. Since this lord has spoken, we will take our leave.”
Without waiting for a response, he hurriedly led his companions toward the staircase, eager to get as far away from this dangerous place as possible.
But just as his foot was about to step onto the stairs—
Boom!
A terrifying aura burst forth, as if the gates of hell had opened. The chilling sensation was like being pierced by thousands of steel needles, causing everyone to break out in goosebumps, their hair standing on end.
Bang!
A palm strike followed, though it wasn’t particularly large, it carried the terrifying power to obliterate everything in its path—an unstoppable force capable of splitting the heavens and shattering the earth.
In an instant, the middle-aged man and his companions were pulverized into dust.
The force of the strike vanished right after, leaving the tavern completely intact.
This level of precise control over his true essence showed that the young man’s mastery had reached an astonishing level.
“It seems you didn’t quite understand what I meant,” the moon-white-robed man said, sitting upright with a composed demeanor. He took the teacup handed to him by a servant, took a leisurely sip, and continued, “I said ‘crawl out,’ not ‘walk out’.”
“Do you understand now?”
With those final words, the already deathly silent tavern grew even quieter.
Everyone present was frozen in fear, not daring to move an inch—
Afraid that they might be the next ones to die.
Despite his refined and elegant appearance, this Count of the Great Chu Dynasty was clearly a ruthless killer who didn’t bat an eye at taking lives.
Just moments ago, he had crushed those men to death as if they were mere ants, without the slightest change in his expression.
Finally, after a long, suffocating pause—
A trembling voice broke the silence:
“I… I’ll crawl out right away…”
Some people could no longer bear the oppressive atmosphere. Trembling, one man stepped forward, took a glance at the young man in the moon-white robe, and clenched his teeth. With a look of humiliation on his face, he slowly bent down and rolled down the stairs like a ball.
Upon reaching the first floor, he didn’t dare to stand up. He continued rolling out of the tavern until he finally scrambled to his feet outside the entrance. In a state of panic, he dashed toward the end of the street and soon disappeared into the bustling crowd.
With the first person leading the way and successfully escaping unharmed, the remaining people steeled themselves and decided to follow suit.
Thud, thud, thud—
In Blackstone City, outside the tavern, a bizarre scene unfolded—
Dozens of people tumbled down from the second floor like rolling gourds, landing at the entrance.
The commotion attracted the attention of many onlookers.
After a bit of inquiry, the crowd quickly grasped what had happened.
At this point—
The second floor of the tavern had far fewer occupants left.
Standing in a corner, Jiang Taixuan’s expression was heavy as he swept his gaze over his remaining companions. They, too, were showing signs of wavering.
After another dozen people rolled their way out, only seven or eight individuals remained on the second floor, including Jiang Taixuan and the several men from the Great Chu Dynasty across from him.
The ones who refused to leave did so because they didn’t want their Dao hearts to be damaged.
Rolling down the stairs might not seem like a big deal, but it was a clear admission of fear toward this Great Chu Count.
If they were intimidated by just a mere Count, what would happen when they encountered someone even stronger in the future? Or when facing a life-or-death heavenly tribulation?
In the path of cultivation, one could lack talent, comprehension, or even luck—
But one thing was indispensable: the heart of a strong cultivator.
External factors determined the lower limit, but the heart of a true strong cultivator determined the upper limit.
With this belief in mind, they persisted to the very end.
“It seems you’ve chosen the first option.”
The young man in the moon-white robe looked at Jiang Taixuan and the remaining few with a mocking gaze.
To his surprise, there were still a handful of people unwilling to crawl away.
However, that was all the interest he had in them.
He didn’t mind personally taking action to crush a few more insignificant ants.