Chapter 1120: Who Do You Think You Are, Worthy of Us Joking With You? Get Lost!
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Lu Ding had always been a man of principle.
Back when the Lu Family came for him, they did it openly and aboveboard.
So he should go back the same way, displaying his power and telling the Lu Family: don't spout your delusional nonsense—the strength you're so proud of is absolutely worthless in the face of Lü Mountain.
As for Lu Xiu.
Lu Ding had to beat him first, then kill him!
Letting him die just like that, or handling it some other way, would be too easy for him, far too easy.
He couldn't just make a move on him right now, but instead had to let him coast along smoothly, only to crush him at his moment of greatest triumph, sending him crashing into the abyss from which he could never climb back up.
You like stirring up trouble?
Then I'll cast you into the eternal abyss, never to rise again—Lu Ding would personally finish him off!
The Great-Grandmaster took Lu Ding's hand: "Xiao Lu, we can hold off for now, but don't be too earnest. An earnest child is too easy to take advantage of, and being taken advantage of isn't fortune."
Secretary Qiu and the others listened nearby.
Earnest?
You're calling Lu Ding earnest?
If you'd said kind, generous, righteous, or any other fine virtue, he might occasionally fit the bill.
But earnest... well, this...
Lu Ding: "It's fine, it's fine, Great-Grandmaster. I've got the backing, so there's no need to panic."
The Great-Grandmaster finally nodded: "Alright, withdraw the altar!!! Once things here are wrapped up, when we return to the Demon Continent, we'll pass through the Ji Continent and take a look—see if the skies over Ji Continent are low and its earth is shallow!"
Right then.
On the Ji Continent, calamities were brewing, storms were gathering, and the apocalyptic scene that had loomed over the Lu Family slowly dissipated.
All the Lu Family's experts had rushed out, only to look up at the sky in utter confusion.
What the hell was that?
A joke?
Just moments ago, they thought a powerful enemy was attacking, yet they saw not a single figure. The terrifying scene had come without warning and vanished just as abruptly.
It was damn strange.
One of the Lu Family's patriarchs clasped his hands toward the sky: "May I ask which fellow cultivator is joking with the Lu Family? Would you be willing to show yourself?"
On the other side.
In Hanjing, a Senior Uncle who had just dismantled his altar heard this and snorted coldly: "Who do you think you are, worthy of us joking with you? Get lost!"
A majestic, divine voice descended from the heavens.
It stirred up terrifying waves, shredded the clouds across the sky, and turned the entire universe a single shade—a pure, azure blue.
The Lu Family patriarch was sent staggering backward from the shock.
His eyes were full of caution.
A master!
"I don't know what grudge my Lu Family holds with you, fellow cultivator. Please inform me and lay out the terms."
Another question, but no answer came.
The incident that had just occurred at the Lu Family quickly spread across the entire Ji Continent. Everyone was speculating which faction's expert was so domineering as to not even put the Lu Family in their eyes.
For a time, the Lu Family was in a state of panic, both high and low.
At the same time.
The surrounding nations of the Great Han, having received the Great Han's negotiation invitations, each suspected they were seeing things.
Oh damn!!!
Had the Great Han grown a pair of bear hearts and leopard balls today!?
How dare they speak like that?
Did they really take them for a soft target!?
And now they wanted them to present themselves for an audience, or else face the consequences?
Just how badass did they think they were!!?
Did they really think that because the focus was on the Baoji Kingdom now, they couldn't be dealt with?
Well, to be fair, on their own, they probably couldn't deal with them—but they'd be damned if they couldn't call up others, other nations, to gang up and put them in their place.
To be so arrogant.
They had to teach them a harsh lesson.
The nations that received the notification immediately began contacting each other.
And what happened?
What?
You got one too?
You too?
And you?
Everyone got one?
The Great Han had lost its mind—provoking so many nations at once; it really wasn't afraid of death.
If the Great Han had sent the message to just one of them alone, they might have been a little nervous—after all, they couldn't win in a one-on-one fight.
But if the Great Han was sending notifications to all the nations that had sanctioned it, that was just asking for death. When numbers were on their side, everyone dared to make a move!!!
That said.
Those experts who had been sent to hunt down Lu Ding had mysteriously died for the most part—a strange situation that, when combined with the Great Han's notification, gave everyone pause.
This...
Immediately.
The emperors of those nations and the Sacred Lords of the various Sacred Lands began meeting through secret methods to discuss how to deal with the Great Han.
On the other side.
In Hanjing.
The Black-Robed Great-Grandmaster was healing Elder Shui's injuries, helping him regrow his severed limbs, clearing out the remnants of Heavenly Retribution from his body. Following the paths of bones and meridians, through the flesh and skin, new growth slowly emerged from the old, accumulated wounds.
Lu Ding watched closely from the side.
Suddenly, he remembered the order to notify the other nations and turned to ask Secretary Qiu: "Secretary Qiu, how long has it been since we sent out the notifications?"
Secretary Qiu checked the time.
"About an hour or two. What's wrong?"
Lu Ding: "Have any of those nations sent a response?"
Secretary Qiu shook his head: "No, not a single one. But that's normal—it's only been an hour or two. They're probably holding some discussions..."
He was about to say that the other nations might be having talks, and just the discussions alone would take more than an hour or two. At the earliest, they'd have to wait until tomorrow for a reply.
But unexpectedly.
Lu Ding slammed the table and stood up: "They're asking for a slap in the face!!!"
"After this long without a reply, they're clearly not taking the Great Han seriously!!"
Secretary Qiu: ??????
That... long?
Lu Ding was very direct: "Before the various Great-Grandmasters, Junior Uncles, and Senior Uncles arrived, them not taking the Great Han seriously was one thing. But now that the Great-Grandmasters, Senior Uncles, and Junior Uncles are here, they still dare to not take the Great Han seriously—how arrogant!!!"
Sometimes, leaving an implication unsaid only gives you a private thrill, the kind that's satisfying yet not quite satisfying.
But once you say it out loud.
That's when you get to enjoy it openly!
And saying it directly didn't mean hinting for the elders to do something for him—this was an explicit statement: go get them!
And sure enough, one by one, the Great-Grandmasters, Junior Uncles, and Senior Uncles silently puffed out their chests.
Just two words: damn right!!!
Before we came, you bullied the Great Han and bullied Xiao Lu. But now that we're here, you still dare to give us the cold shoulder, huh?
They were just asking for it, begging to be taught a lesson!
Immediately, a hot-tempered Junior Uncle set down his teacup: "Xiao Lu, let's go. This uncle can't stand it anymore. Who do they think they are, acting like big shots in their own little kingdoms? In the Demon Continent, if we called anyone, no one dared not reply or show up."
"Take your uncle there once. I'll drag one back and slowly deal with him!!"
This was what they called killing the chicken to scare the monkey.
Take down one first, and the rest would fall in line naturally.
Lu Ding called out to Secretary Qiu: "Secretary Qiu, if you would, send them another notification. Tell them that because of their attitude, we're going to make an example of the Profound Nether Cult first. If they still can't take a hint, we'll come knocking on every single door, word for word—just say it like that."
Compared to the other nations, the Profound Nether Cult—a force that rivaled a nation—was the biggest scumbag of them all.
They were a major demonic cultivator sect, so they'd be the first to get the knife!
Secretary Qiu smiled, looking at the assembled Lü Mountain Immortal Masters: "Good. I'll arrange it immediately."
Lu Ding turned back to the Lü Mountain experts.
"Senior Uncles, Senior Uncles, Great-Grandmasters, whoever wants to go, let's all go together."
The moment those words were spoken, over a hundred people all wanted to go!
They'd finally gotten a chance to come out here—what fun was there in just sitting around drinking tea?
They had to get things done!