Who let him join the Sword Sect?!

Chapter 1142 - 537: I Still Have More

Xiao Jing was momentarily stunned; in his life, it was the first time he had met someone wilder than himself.However, his wealth of experience kept him from getting angry, and instead, he played along with Little Earth Immortal’s words.

"May I ask where the Immortal’s ambitions lie? If a small person like me submits, what benefits can I gain?"

Upon hearing this, Little Earth Immortal immediately fell into his trap, grinning broadly.

"Well, you’re quite perceptive. Today, this Immortal will let you witness the dominance and journey of this Immortal. Come and see this Immortal’s domain."

With that said, Little Earth Immortal pointed to the model of the Fried Shide auction house over there.

"See this? It’s a limited edition bootleg, currently, only three exist in the world.

"You won’t find a fourth one within three years because the creator is still in prison."

"Look at this, it’s the supreme edition legit model, although it’s not as good as the bootleg, it has the advantage of having the personal signatures of the Six Sects’ Elders underneath."

Little Earth Immortal introduced his collection of toys, and as he got more excited, he waved his little hand, "If you become a dog at my feet, this Immortal will reward you with a model. In future games, besides playing this Immortal’s mount, you can also be the city manager!"

Xiao Jing couldn’t help but twitch his lips, feeling as if he were talking to an idiot, he sneered coldly in his heart, took a step forward, ready to teach this little thing about what true ambition is.

But as he stepped forward, he inadvertently stepped on a small figure wearing a can armor and holding a chainsaw sword.

This legitimate little figure was of poor quality and snapped into two with a crack.

At the same time, Little Earth Immortal’s face fell.

The joy of gaining a new mount and little brother disappeared instantly, and it cursed right away.

"You dog! Given face but not taking it, given the chance to be a city manager and you refuse, what do you want to be? Do you need me to recommend you to the Beast Taming Sect, where there’s a vacancy for a dead body in the elephant’s septic tank, go take a dip there?"

The purest verbal abuse, the ultimate enjoyment.

In the realm of cursing, Mr. Xiao was indeed slightly lesser than Little Earth Immortal.

Mainly because he had never cursed anyone, although it’s somewhat shameful to say, as a major villain Xiao Jing had never cursed anyone his entire life.

In his youth as a fallen prince, he was cautious and had no chance to curse. As he grew up summoning followers, he couldn’t go around cursing, which would lower his demeanor. In old age, as a lonely person, he discovered there was no one left to curse even if he wanted to.

Compared to a natural talent like Little Earth Immortal, Mr. Xiao was as innocent as a child.

And rightly so, childhood deprivation needs a lifetime to heal, and today, Little Earth Immortal filled this missing piece for him entirely.

"You... you damn rascal!" Xiao Jing shouted angrily.

But this weak statement sounded more like whining than anything.

Upon hearing this, Little Earth Immortal sneered coldly.

"Heh, cry more you beast! Why don’t you piss and see yourself, your limp body is like a bouncing balloon, buy two paper figures and they’re sturdier than you, your pea-sized head is like a ready-made coffin when nails are pounded in, why don’t you open a funeral shop, you don’t even need to rent a place, just lie on the ground and everything’s ready."

Xiao Jing, "I am..."

Little Earth Immortal, "Your claim doesn’t concern me, I won’t play your grandpa, seeing your face like thunder struck you, you better die later; my Brother Wang’s dog is about to give birth these days, don’t let you reincarnate as a bad omen and ruin my Brother Wang’s feng shui."

Without even pausing for breath, Little Earth Immortal rattled off a string of insults, showering Xiao Jing in proverbial blood.

Xiao Jing pointed at Little Earth Immortal, stammering a few times, but his level of education was too high, no matter how he tried, he couldn’t string together a truly hurtful sentence.

Fuming to the point of trembling, Xiao Jing couldn’t bear it anymore, he raised his fist to strike.

Upon seeing Xiao Jing’s posture, Little Earth Immortal burst into laughter. Now, it wasn’t as restricted as initially, its body reinforced with several Thousand Mechanism Magical Artifacts used for release or daily usage.

In the protection of these artifacts, and relying on its invincible body, Little Earth Immortal crafted a combat technique unique to itself.

Nimbly dodging Xiao Jing’s feeble old punch, Little Earth Immortal whipped off its pants and flung them away, and they instantly ballooned and ticked with Thousand Mechanism Thunder stuffed inside.

Relying on these thunders being non-lethal to itself, Little Earth Immortal charged at Xiao Jing with a battle cry, intending to explode with the horned beast directly.

Seeing the thunder, Xiao Jing’s scalp tingled; he glared fiercely at Little Earth Immortal, nullifying the possession’s divine techniques.

As the desire faded from his heart, Little Earth Immortal froze for a moment, giving Xiao Jing the opening he needed to lift a piece of the ground to obscure Little Earth Immortal’s vision, then scrambled away, rolling into the forest.

After Xiao Jing’s escape, Little Earth Immortal came back to its senses, wiping the dirt off its face, feeling dizzy.

"What was I just doing? Who took off my..."

Before it finished speaking, the pantsful of Thousand Mechanism Thunder exploded violently.

...

Within the forest, hearing the explosion behind him, Xiao Jing dared not turn around to check, stumbling clumsily like a headless fly escaping through the woods.

As he ran, his head suddenly throbbed in pain, as if he hit something.

Raising his head, he found a stone pretzel with red stripes painted on it, wearing a badge with number 173, looking down at him from above.

Xiao Jing originally intended to ignore it and move away, but taking a closer look, he noticed something was amiss. He realized this pretzel bore a resemblance to the potty-mouthed stone doll a moment ago, seemingly another excellent material for possession.

This time, however, Xiao Jing had learned his lesson. He didn’t speak rashly but rather activated his divine techniques to probe this pretzel’s depths first.