As sheâs saying that, she turns to a distance and waves over, âCome here, Xiao Bao.â
Hearing Muyanâs call, the practicing Xiao Bao promptly and obediently comes over.
Muyan touches her sonâs head.
She just unhurriedly says: âYouâre opponent... is him.â
âAre you kidding me?!â
âSmelly girl, are you making fun of us?â
âA milk doll, I, your father could kill him with a finger.â
With a smile that isnât a smile, Muyan looks on as they raucously curse. She waits for their commotion to settle down before she speaks with a sneer: âIt seems that you donât want this opportunity.â
Saying that, she turns around to leave.
âWait a moment!â the scarred man immediately calls for her to stop, he says doubtfully, âWhat you said, that youâd let us go free as long as we defeat this small child, is that true?â
âOf course!â Muyan turns back, âIâll never speak lies.â
âIs this one versus one, or two wins out of three sets?â
This puts Muyan on a stump.
So she looks down to Xiao Bao, âBaby, say, what would be more interesting?â
Xiao Baoâs tiny face is as cold as usual, but thereâs a flash of impatience within the depths of his eyes, âAll of you, all at once.â
Muyan looks up and beams, âYou all heard that?â
The slaves from Ghost City are all stunned, doubting if what they heard was just their imagination.
A small child whoâs less than five years old actually said âall at onceâ to face them â these strong fiendish men?
Is this foolish, or is this insanity?
After theyâre done staring blankly, an ominous light emerges from within each slaveâs eyes.
They are looked down upon by a milk down and a woman too weak to stand up to the wind, how could they tolerate this?!
âLittle kid, since youâre courting death, donât blame these grandfathers for being rude!â
âJust now, the woman said it herself, even if we pummel this little kid into powder, we canât be blamed either!â
âThatâs right, who made it so that this smelly girl doesnât know how high the is sky and how wide is the earth!â
While theyâre talking, a fierce killing intent thickly surrounds the slaves as they rush up like a swarm of bees.
Muyan unhurriedly steps back, arms crossed in front of her chest as she watches this overwhelmingly one-sided crushing battle as itâs about to begin.
Expressionless at the side, Yan Haotian can only look at her, then at the group of slaves surrounding the young master, then imperceptibly shake his head.
He has already determined that the future of this group of idiots would be very miserable.
One canât just look at how the Miss is beaming right now, since all those who have insulted the little master, she wonât let a single one of them easily get away with it!
Whatâs more, just with this group of idiots, and they want to defeat the young master?
Theyâre dreaming!
Just as this thought flashes through Yan Haotianâs mind,
Thereâs a loud bang, and a huge body is already flying up and out the fray, he heavily tumbles down to the ground, and suddenly coughs a mouthful of blood.
Then the one becomes two, and the two becomes three.
Following that, one could hear miserable shrieks like wailing ghosts and howling wolves throughout the whole courtyard.
Afterwards, each and every one of the brawny, tower-like men are either sent flying with a kick, or lifted up in the air and thrown out.
In brief, after a short quarter of an hour later in the yard, except for the spectating Muyan and Yan Haotian,
Only a very small figure stands proudly in the the middle of the courtyard.
And around him are the disordered strong men lying on the ground, each one of them sporting a bloody nose and a swollen face as they continuously shriek miserably.
At this moment, the way that all the slaves look at Xiao Bao,
Itâs no longer of mere shock and amazement, but itâs as if theyâre looking at a monster.
This one is only a four-year-old child a!
A child that is not taller than their waists.
Unexpectedly... unexpectedly took on more than a dozen of them âdevilsâ who have crawled out from a sea of blood and corpses, and he had completely beaten them to the ground!