Martial God Asura

there were many people from the Sealing Ancient Village stationed around the plaza.
Like sculptures, they stood there motionlessly as they watched Chu Feng and the others.

“Since you’ve already come, you cannot return empty handed.
Might as well stay here for the night, since tomorrow will be the day when the second trial opens.”

“Oh, that’s right, that stone house appears to be pretty decent.
Since there’s no one there, you should go and live there,” Eggy said.

After hearing what Eggy said, Chu Feng noticed that, in the plaza, there were a total of thirty-eight people, excluding the people from the Sealing Ancient Village.

These thirty-eight people were of all ages, both old and young.
The youngest among them were about the same age as Chu Feng.
As for the oldest, his age was several hundred, or even close to a thousand years old.

However, this was not important.
The important matter was that… among these thirty-eight people, ten of them had occupied the ten thatched huts and two had occupied the two wooden houses.
As for the remaining twenty six people, they were all sitting on that filthy soil-filled ground.
That stone house, the best quality house among all the houses, was actually left empty.

Thus, at this moment, Chu Feng walked toward that stone house without the slightest hesitation.

At the beginning, no one took note of Chu Feng’s actions, as they were all minding their own businesses without concerning themselves with others.

However, after Chu Feng began to walk toward that stone house, everyone turned their gazes to Chu Feng.
Furthermore, their gazes all turned wondrous.

It was so much that there were people among them who actually began to coldly laugh, as if they were enjoying another’s calamity.
There were even some among them who were shameless enough to take out food from their bosoms and begin to eat as if they were looking forward to enjoying a show.

“Hey, boy over there, I suggest you not think about that stone house.”

At the time when Chu Feng walked past the two wooden houses, a voice suddenly sounded from the left wooden house.

Turning his gaze toward the source of the voice, Chu Feng discovered that there was a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue-colored gown standing in front of the wooden house.

That man had an ordinary appearance.
His eyes were spiritless, and he had a sloppy stubble beard on his face.
Holding a bottle gourd of wine, he was leaning on the door of the wooden house and looking at Chu Feng with a smile on his face and slight disdain in his eyes.

This man possessed a cultivation of rank seven Martial King.
His cultivation was higher than Chu Feng’s.

Unfortunately, his battle power was not up to much.
Chu Feng was able to tell that his battle power was ordinary, and could even be considered to be poor.
Someone like him, even if he was a rank seven Martial King, would not be a match for Chu Feng.
Not to mention a single him, even if there were a hundred of him, a thousand of him, Chu Feng would still not put them in his eyes.

“Why must I not think about that stone house? Are you implying that there’s someone in the stone house?” Chu Feng stopped his steps and asked with a smile.

“Mn,” That sloppy-looking man nodded.

“Why haven’t I seen anyone in that stone house then?” Chu Feng asked.

“That person still hasn’t arrived yet,” The sloppy-looking man replied.

“In that case, there’s no one there,” Chu Feng smiled lightly and then proceeded to continue walking toward the stone house.

“Boy, he has already told you that that place has been occupied by another, do you not understand human speech or what?” Right at this moment, a person suddenly came out from the wooden house to the right.

It was another middle-aged man.
Like the one in front of the left wooden house, he was also wearing a blue gown.
From their appearance, it was obvious that he should be from the same power as that wasted man from the left wooden house.

Merely, compared to that wasted man from the left wooden house, this man was very fat.
He was a one hundred percent fatty.
Based on his appearance, he was at least over five hundred kilograms.1 Describing him with the word pig was the most suitable.
As for this fatty, his cultivation was a bit weaker than that wasted sloppy-looking man, he was a rank six Martial King.

“I naturally understand human speech.
Merely, I do not understand pig speech,” Chu Feng said to that fatty.

“Bastard, you’re looking for a beating!” Hearing those words, the fatty was immediately enraged.
He clenched his enormous sack-like fist and smashed it toward Chu Feng.

Not only was his fist very large, it was also very powerful.
His fist attack gave rise to whistling winds as it was smashed toward Chu Feng.
Even space started to twist and warp.
How could that be considered to be a fist? It was simply a meteor hammer!

At this time, many of the people present began to shake their heads.
There were even people who closed their eyes, unwilling to continue watching.

The way they saw it, it was impossible for Chu Feng, with his cultivation of a rank five Martial King, to be a match against that fatty.
Although that fatty’s fist strike would not be fatal, it was enough to seriously injure Chu Feng.

However, right at the time when everyone was thinking that a great catastrophe was about to befall Chu Feng, Chu Feng smiled coldly and said, “Courting death.”