I Am Your Natural Enemy

”Senior, this thing is much more troublesome than anticipated. Allow me to assist you with protection.”

The Wudang Sect Leader knows that Wen Yan is offering him a way out. While he was casting a spell, he was sneak attacked. He had to either endure it or abandon the spell and dodge.

Opening an altar as a Taoist comes with these vulnerabilities. The bigger the altar, the less room for adjustments halfway.

He had prepared to withstand it, but didn’t expect Wen Yan to react so quickly.

The Wudang Sect Leader’s expression is solemn. Holding a finger print, he nods seriously without saying a word.

Indeed, opening a grand altar requires protection. He actually brought people for this, but dispatched them elsewhere.

Most in Wudang are either unsuitable for action, or engaged in other matters — not feasible to exhaust everyone on one task.

While he was opening the altar, he also requested the Guardian Deity’s protection. Though the altar appears as a target, it’s not so fragile.

With Wen Yan providing protection, the Wudang Sect Leader glances at Huo Yong in the distance. With a slight bow of the head, he disperses the fingerprint in his hand, his other hand gripping the magic sword, stepping with Yu Step, and reciting the Precious Decree.

Wen Yan holds the Chunjun Mace in his right hand, pointing it diagonally to the ground, gazing at Huo Yong ahead.

Huo Yong’s fierce and defiant face is visibly more serious now.

He eyed Wen Yan’s weapon, sensed the Wudang Sect Leader clearly casting a powerful spell, and exhaled, releasing an imperceptible beam of light, breaking through the air aimed straight at Wen Yan’s forehead.

When Wen Yan imbued the Chunjun Mace with Yang Energy, crushing the sneak attack item, black energy swirled, his Yang Energy erupted, instantly dispersing it.

But at this moment, Huo Yong had already vanished.

Within a blink, Huo Yong appeared at the broken path, his unique movement method interrupted.

Yet, in the next moment, Huo Yong materialized after a step, attempting to cross the broken path normally.

Wen Yan furrowed his brow, not believing Huo Yong was intimidated, understanding the ebb and flow. This guy is much more troublesome than the last encounter with The Rich.

With barriers dispersed, the greatest hindrance disappeared. If he escapes, fleeing Divine Land would mean endless future troubles.

Wen Yan took a light breath, solemn-faced, It sank into his Dantian, eyes locked on Huo Yong, letting out a bellowing shout.

”I am Your Dad!”

Huo Yong’s form paused slightly, slowly turning to glance at Wen Yan.

The hostility in his eyes began to brew, his expression growing increasingly savage.

But he merely glanced at Wen Yan, continuing to step forward.

”I am Your Dad!”

Another shout, Huo Yong looked even more fierce, yet didn’t turn back, continuing to step forward.

After three taunts, Huo Yong’s body remained still, but his head swiveled abruptly, his reddened eyes fostering hostility, layered anger, turning his head and exhaling repeatedly.

Sounds of piercing through air echoed.

Wen Yan’s right hand unmoving, his left hand extended, rapidly waving his left middle finger thrice before him, blocking all three things.

Wen Yan glanced to the side, where one item pierced through a tree, embedding in a metal plate — a sharp tooth.

Huo Yong retaliated once, his head pointing backward, but his body had already stepped forward, crossing the part of the road.

Wen Yan extended his left hand, erecting a middle finger at him.

”Come, be good, see here?”

”Good guy is really good, knows your dad’s nails are long, takes initiative to help your dad trim them, how filial.”

”Come, come, let dad pat your head.”

Huo Yong endured three taunts, bearing it forcefully, had no intention to play short-lived bravery with Wen Yan and the others.

If only facing the Wudang Sect Leader and gauging from earlier, he planned for a swift battle, a quick exit.

Yet Wen Yan’s sudden involvement, erupting with such power instantly, made him realize, in his current state, achieving a fast resolution, settling the two, might be impossible.

He decisively retreated, considering to deliberate later, slowly wearing them down.

Presently hit by skill taunts, and verbal taunts, Huo Yong manages to suppress it, but the next moment, Wen Yan says.

”Worthy warrior indeed, the nail trimming is really nice, almost even left a gap.”

Already suppressing rage, Huo Yong, pushed to this extent by taunts, could hold no longer.

With an open mouth, several sharp teeth flew out, producing sharp piercing sounds, like bullets from a chamber.

Wen Yan didn’t even use his right hand, relying solely on his left, erecting a middle finger, swiftly shaking before him, creating a lingering illusion blocking all teeth.

The last sharp tooth intercepted, deflected to another area instantly, suddenly exploded, transforming into a three to four-meter large fireball, enveloping Wen Yan within.

Once the flames expanded, they rolled while continuously shrinking, Wen Yan stood amidst it, perfectly unharmed.

Resting on Wen Yan’s shoulder, the Little Fire Seed extended two tiny fiery hands, as if grasping the flames, splitting the large fireball into two, continually shrinking.

Just as the Little Fire Seed was about to consume the fire entirely, Wen Yan reminded it.

”Don’t randomly consume others’ things, what if they have bad breath.”

The Little Fire Seed, mouth open, eyes wide, gazed at the flames clutched in its hands, inexplicably finding it repulsive instantly.