Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 90 The Purple-Robed Elder

Chapter Ninety: The Old Man in Purple Robes

A few snickers came from the surroundings. There were many Chinese passengers on the ship, and even among those who weren't Chinese, there were many foreigners who could understand Mandarin.

Everyone was laughing at Zhuo Yang's clumsy attempts to strike up a conversation.

However, the next moment, Chen Guo stretched out her long legs, struck a lazy pose, and said with a faint smile, "Isn't that you!"

Those long legs were dazzling. Zhuo Yang quickly looked away and gave a wry smile: "You're really joking!"

He wanted to pin Chen Guo to the ground and beat her up, to teach her the consequences of mocking the Demon Lord.

A series of disappointed sighs came from the surrounding area. It turned out that the lonely beauty was waiting for this guy!

It must be said that Chen Guo, whose mindset has changed, exudes a very charming aura, as mature as a ripe peach, always radiating a sweet fragrance.

However, the constant seduction and teasing gave Zhuo Yang a real headache.

"I think you're a fairy, a female fairy!"

After ordering, Zhuo Yang looked at Chen Guo and frowned.

Chen Guo rolled her beautiful eyes and smiled alluringly, "I think you're praising me, thank you!"

Zhuo Yang shook his head and said, "I'm telling the truth!"

Chen Guo was stunned for a moment.

The atmosphere froze, and it felt like the two were about to start arguing again.

Just then, the restaurant door was suddenly pushed open, and a man dressed in a flashy beach outfit, with his hands behind his back and his head held high, as if he were the boss of the world, walked in with a group of lackeys.

The atmosphere in the entire restaurant changed instantly, becoming completely silent.

"You bitch, you're really here!" Cheng Danian sneered, waved for the translator to come forward, and said, "Go and tell Master Li to come over quickly. Today, I, the young master, will show that Chinese bastard what happens when he offends me, the number one young master of Bailuo!"

This guy just went around in circles and got angrier the more he thought about it. Upon learning that reinforcements had arrived, he immediately came to cause trouble.

The sycophantic translator immediately pulled out a satellite phone, waved it smugly at Zhuo Yang, and then started making a call. He wasn't speaking Mandarin, so Zhuo Yang couldn't understand him.

Seeing Chen Guo's narrowed and menacing expression, Zhuo Yang said helplessly, "I knew it! Where there are beautiful women, there will always be trouble!"

"I'll take it as you flattering me!" Chen Guo forced a smile at Zhuo Yang.

Given her fiery temper, she would always resort to physical force rather than words when dealing with arrogant lechers.

Cheng Danian was arrogant and couldn't stand being looked down upon. When he saw Zhuo Yang's contemptuous gaze, he immediately flew into a rage: "You, stand up right now. Give that beautiful woman to keep me company, and I might let you go!"

Zhuo Yang turned around in surprise and asked with a laugh, "Who are you calling a beast?"

"You!" Cheng Danian pointed at Zhuo Yang fiercely.

"Oh, so you're a beast!" Zhuo Yang feigned realization, then turned to Chen Guo and shrugged. "He considers himself a beast, so I won't stoop to his level."

Chen Guo chuckled, her mature and alluring demeanor causing her to tremble with excitement; she was stunningly beautiful.

Cheng Danian didn't even realize that his Chinese proficiency wasn't good enough to argue with Chinese people.

The translator quickly leaned over and whispered an explanation in his ear.

"Fuck!" Cheng Danian roared in fury, pointing at Zhuo Yang and unleashing a string of curses in Bai Luo language.

Zhuo Yang stood up, turned around, looked at Cheng Danian, and said coldly, "If you dare to say another swear word to me, I'll make you know what it's like to eat liquid food for the rest of your life!"

"Wah wah wah..." Cheng Danian continued his angry cursing.

The translator added embellishments and explanations to the side.

The six bodyguards had already revealed cold smiles and assumed a clearly aggressive formation.

"Hmph!" Zhuo Yang sneered and disappeared from the spot in a flash.

No one saw what happened clearly. They only heard a sharp "smack," and then a flashy figure flew out, knocking a bodyguard to the ground. The two of them groaned in pain.

Cheng Danian's mouth was full of blood, and half of his teeth had been knocked out.

The translator, realizing what was happening, immediately roared, "Kid, how dare you hit the eldest son of the Cheng family, the chairman of the Eighteen Stars Group! You've got some nerve!"

Before he could finish speaking, there was another crisp "snap".

The translator's overweight body was also sent flying, hitting a bodyguard, and the two of them rolled on the ground together.

Not a single table or chair in the restaurant was knocked over; Zhuo Yang did this intentionally, not wanting to ruin the lunch environment with his girlfriend.

"You...you are a cultivator!"

One of the bodyguards suddenly shouted in shock.

Zhuo Yang glanced at him and said coldly, "You come here to cause trouble without even knowing who the other party is. It shows how arrogant you are."

"I'm in a good mood today and don't want to kill anyone, so get lost!"

The final sound was like a thunderclap, startling the remaining four bodyguards so much that they almost lost their footing. They hurriedly helped the others up and retreated towards the restaurant entrance.

A round of applause erupted in the restaurant; everyone was applauding Zhuo Yang.

Anyone with eyesight can clearly see who is good and who is bad.

"boom!"

A muffled thud suddenly came from the direction of the door, startling everyone.

An old man dressed in a magnificent purple robe, exuding a sharp aura, walked into the restaurant. His imposing gait immediately silenced the guests.

"What happened, Master?"

The old man looked at Cheng Danian, who had been knocked unconscious, and questioned one of the bodyguards.

The bodyguard was overjoyed and pointed at Zhuo Yang, recounting what had just happened.

"You, that Chinese man, stand up!"

The old man pointed at Zhuo Yang, his face grim.

Zhuo Yang was completely exasperated. Was it really that hard to have a nice meal with a girl?

"That old man is a master; I can't tell his cultivation level!" Chen Guo said in a low voice, her face full of apprehension.

Chen Guo is at the Heartbeat stage of cultivation. Although she is not yet at the perfect stage, she is close. Forming a golden core will not be difficult for her. When she truly breaks free from the shackles of mortals, her achievements will be limitless.

Those she couldn't even recognize were at least at the Golden Core stage.

Zhuo Yang didn't need to turn around; he could already sense the powerful fluctuations of true essence with his sixth sense, which seemed even stronger than Yuan Chen's.

"This is troublesome!"

Zhuo Yang smiled at Chen Guo before sitting down and turning to look at the old man.

The old man's cultivation was clearly stronger than Yuan Chen's; he was probably about to form a Nascent Soul and become a master of another level.

When dealing with Yuan Chen, Zhuo Yang had the advantage of being able to activate the formation, which allowed him to successfully kill the late-stage Golden Core expert.

Now, facing an even more powerful expert, without any formations to rely on, isn't that troublesome?

"Old man, you're Chinese, right? What's your name?"

Zhuo Yang looked at the old man who exuded a fierce aura and asked with a frown.

"I am Li Changshou, a native of Bailuo!" The old man revealed a disdainful smile. "Chinese people are indeed all savages, actually resorting to violence in public!"

Wild man?

Zhuo Yang almost lost his temper. His Dao heart was firm, but he couldn't stand such humiliation.

In the eyes of a dignified demon lord, the souls of every living being are equal; they are merely reincarnated into different identities within the six realms of reincarnation.

Reincarnating in the celestial realm allows one to become a celestial being; reincarnating in the mortal realm results in different skin colors and races, all being mortals; in the demon realm, one can become a little demon whose intelligence has not yet been awakened, and so on.

But a mere mortal insists on classifying souls into different grades!