As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

Chapter 1055: Chapter 311: Father Should Indeed Fight for His Daughter, Supreme Mechanism Beast Thousand-Eyed Yinglong King [Seeking Monthly Ticket]_5

“Because he fears my skill, even though he is a Divine Sculpture Half-Saint… there’s still a gap between different Divine Sculpture Half-Saints.”

Huang Tuo chuckled, his words dripping with humiliation.

Around the high platform, the spectators of Qianyuan Dao City and the Jianghu guests turned beet-red, filled with righteous indignation.

This bald donkey is truly vile!

To use the skill of a Divine Sculpture Half-Saint to belittle the Divine Sculpture Masters… and dare to boast so shamelessly!

“If you have the guts… go and invite Li Half-Saint to compete with my skills, I can suppress my Divine Sculpture level to the initial level of a Divine Sculpture Half-Saint, how’s that?”

“But, you probably can’t invite him, the Divine Sculpture Skill of Qian Yuan Divine Sect has been suppressed by our Little Lingyin Temple for hundreds of years… what good is one Divine Sculpture Half-Saint?”

“Even if ten Divine Sculpture Half-Saints appeared, it wouldn’t change the fact that the Divine Sculpture Technique of Divine Sect Divine Sculpture Ridge has fallen behind…”

Huang Tuo’s mocking voice spread unrestrained, shattering the wind and snow.

Zhou Tianshui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flickering; he wasn’t a fool and had already realized Huang Tuo’s intention.

Provocation!

He wants to provoke Li Che Half-Saint into competing with him in Divine Sculpting!

Zhou Tianshui had to admit, Huang Tuo’s Divine Sculpting skill is indeed too high.

Even Li Che might not be able to defeat Huang Tuo…

If Li Che were defeated, then Qianyuan Dao City and Qian Yuan Divine Sect’s Divine Sculpture path might completely become a laughing stock, marked with an unerasable shame.

What a malicious bald donkey!

Zhou Tianshui was filled with resentment, yet remained silent as he turned and descended the arena.

From a distance, the pale-faced Yun Haiyang also exchanged a glance with Zhou Tianshui.

“Do not disturb Li Half-Saint…”

Yun Haiyang transmitted his voice.

“Rest assured, old me knows the limits; this bald donkey… clearly harbors ill intentions.”

“Forget it, Qianyuan Dao City’s Divine Sculpture path has been behind for so many years, if you’re behind, you get beaten, it’s become the norm.”

Zhou Tianshui sighed, responding with voice transmission.

They naturally wouldn’t go to invite Li Che, even though their hearts were suppressed, unwilling, angry, yet they knew the weight of matters.

On the high platform.

Huang Tuo gave a chuckling smile, pressing his palms together.

“Amitabha Buddha.”

“I will continue to hold the arena here for a whole month if there are any Divine Sculptors from Qian Yuan Divine Sect or Qianyuan Dao City willing to challenge me, I can suppress my Divine Carving Technique to match their level to compete.”

“I only seek one defeat.”

Huang Tuo chuckled.

As three days passed, fueled by the propaganda pushed by some local ruffians.

The criticism was directly aimed at Li Che.

Many became more dissatisfied, feeling that Li Che, the only Divine Sculpture Half-Saint of Qian Yuan Divine Sect, lacks even the courage to step forward!

The waves rise, the tides surge…

The momentum grows increasingly powerful!

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“How can these people act like this!”

Inside the Elder Court.

Zhang Ya’s face was flushed with anger, clenching her fists and biting her teeth!

Her eyes were red, listening to the messages brought by Sang Guanyin, Shangguan Qinghong, and others, Zhang Ya was trembling with fury.

She originally didn’t want to care, but these people insulted her husband!

And the insults grew increasingly vile!

Her husband is the only Divine Sculpture Half-Saint of Qianyuan Dao City, and these people dare to insult him?

“I’m so angry! I really want to beat that rotten monk to death!”

The tendons on Zhang Ya’s clenched fists tightened, raging uncontrollably.

“Calm down, it’s provocation.”

Jiao Shaoqiu arrived, leaning on a walking stick, frowning and speaking in a deep voice.

Below the black eaves.

Li Qingshan, who in his dreams was tortured to the point of feeling his bones might break, slumped on the lounge chair, watching the angry Zhang Ya, along with Nurse Momo.

Li Qingshan’s lips twitched slightly.

“That bald donkey…”

“He has already chosen the path to death.”

He tried to stand up from the lounge chair, but his bones emitted a “crack” sound.

“Ouch…”

“Cat Face from the Underworld… so weak.”

“This dream… is too tormenting.”