Chapter 942 - This young master is a bully

Chapter 942: This young master is a bully
Translator: 
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Misty Cloud Translations


Nothing more than a local tyrant, calling himself an Overlord? Tch! Don’t you know that only this young master can be called a
bully
?
Duan Ye’s hand moved and an eight-star flywheel appeared in his hand.
The flywheel looked like dark iron, but the rows of patterns on top and its teeth with sharp light made the Golden Core cultivator’s eyes narrowed with a touch of greed in his eyes.
It’s a magic weapon!
That’s a remarkable magic weapon! A rare magic weapon in the market! You couldn’t tell that this kid would have this kind of stuff. Nevertheless, he could take out such a magic weapon at will. Perhaps, there were still more precious treasures on his body!
At this thought, his mind moved quickly.



Kid, you don’t want to live, dare to make trouble in my place!
The man, in pain from the beating, was supported by two men. He glared at Duan Ye who was holding the eight-star flywheel. He wanted to teach him a lesson, but he was stopped by the middle-aged man in front of him.

Uncle, this boy is too arrogant! If he’s not being taught a lesson, he would be ignorant, not knowing the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth!


That’s correct. Without being taught a lesson, you wouldn’t know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth!
Duan Ye nodded in agreement. The eight-star flywheel in his hand rotated, making a whirring sound while attacking with a sharp aura. It attacked the middle-aged man with murderous intent.
The middle-aged man’s eyes flashed with a calculated light and his figure dashed quickly.
Since you don’t stop, please excuse my action!
He charged using his Golden Core pressure. After avoiding Duan Ye’s attack, he fastened his bare hand on Duan Ye’s shoulder.

How dare you touch me? I’ll cripple your pig’s hooves!

Duan Ye snorted coldly. The eight-star flywheel turned around and returned to his hands. It turned to the right, chopping at the hand that clasped on his shoulder.

Whoosh!

The middle-aged man was surprised by his extreme speed. He withdrew his hands instinctively but still felt the bloodthirsty breath across the back of his hand. It was as if he was a minute slower, his hand would have been cut off.
Damn it! This boy was only at the Foundation Building stage, how could his speed this fast?
This man had no idea that, as a royal family’s offspring, Duan Ye had encountered countless dangers since he was young. His skill and speed were the basis for survival, so he would not slow down.


What’s more, he was related to the Eight Supreme Empires. They had some secret cultivation skills unknown to outsiders.

Hiss! That boy is so fast!


Of course, he was able to fight with the Golden Core cultivator. Where does he come from? Certainly not from a small family.


It’s not so easy to deal with the noble clan. If they really dare to hurt the young man here, the young man’s family will also know. I heard that many aristocratic families let their children get some experience outside while guarding them in the dark. As long as there’s no danger to their lives, they usually don’t show up.

The Golden Core cultivator’s forehead broke out in cold sweat listening to the words of the crowd and seeing the speed of the young man’s attack and strange skill. While being distracted, his arm was cut by the flywheel.
Seeing that it was impossible to win in this place, he withdrew quickly. Gritting his teeth, he took the bully by the hand and swept away, leaving a word.

Kid, don’t let me see you next time!

Duan Ye scoffed at him, hollering,
Don’t let this young master see you next time. Otherwise, you will be humiliated!