I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God

It was almost instantaneous.

Ning XuanWu was pulled back in an instant by four meaningful gazes staring straight at him intently.

Ning XuanWu was incredibly nervous.

Sweat was pouring down his forehead as his heart thumped wildly, almost jumping out of his chest.

It had been so many years, so many years since he had tasted this kind of fear. His treasure, the Earth-Shaking Stone, was right under his feet, and his Wind-Swift Cloak was hanging to the side within easy reach, yet he didn't dare take another look at them.

"Ha ha, greetings to the four seniors. May I ask what business the four seniors have with me?" Under the gaze of the four, Ning XuanWu's scalp tingled as he squeezed out an uglier smile than crying and spoke.

"It's not that we have any business with you, but rather you, who seems to have just said you would slap us to death?"

Wu Yonghong's gloomy gaze looked at him and he slowly asked.

These mocking words made Ning XuanWu's heart skip a beat as he hurriedly explained, "No no, seniors, please quell your anger. How could I dare make a move against the four seniors? I only wanted to destroy this little Martial Hall, I didn't expect the four seniors to be here cultivating, so I hope the seniors can be magnanimous!"

After explaining, Ning XuanWu felt a little relieved.

Although these four had strange temperaments, he was still a Martial King after all, and had stopped in time and explained things clearly. They shouldn't make things too difficult for him, right?

However, unexpectedly, the instant his voice faded, the four stood up almost simultaneously, their powerful pressure enveloping him.

What's more, they exuded dense killing intent.

Ning XuanWu shuddered.

His face was full of confusion. What was going on?

I already explained it clearly, yet not only do they not let me off, they are even revealing such strong killing intent?

"You said you wanted to destroy this Martial Hall?"

Li Moce squinted his eyes and hoarsely asked word for word.

As he spoke, the vital energy in his hand had already coalesced, on the verge of making a move against Ning XuanWu at any time.

It's over.

I said the wrong thing.

Ning XuanWu instantly understood. Seeing that Li Moce had already prepared to attack, he no longer cared about any status and knelt down with a crisp cracking sound.

His forehead drenched in cold sweat, he pleaded, "Misunderstanding, seniors, please don't misunderstand. I was joking just now. I was just passing by!"

"Passing by?"

"Misunderstanding?"

"But you just said you wanted to destroy this Martial Hall?"

The four old men looked down condescendingly at Ning XuanWu, their voices cold as they spoke. If it really was so, daring to offend their master's place, the four would slap down on his fontanel without any hesitation.

"Seniors, you heard wrong, really heard wrong!" Ning XuanWu pleaded with cold sweat covering his head, "What I meant wasn't that I wanted to destroy this Martial Hall, but to slap the mosquitoes in this Martial Hall."

As he spoke, he clapped his hands together with a pa sound.

He had actually perfectly slapped a mosquito dead. He looked at it in his hands as if he had seen a savior, and ignoring whether the four believed him or not, held up the mosquito and shouted, "Seniors, look look, it really was a mosquito!"

The four exchanged glances, full of cold laughter.

They weren't fools.

How could such a low level lie possibly trick them?

Yet they also didn't make a move against Ning XuanWu, because this was still their master's territory after all. How to deal with him would be up to their master to decide.

Seeing that the four didn't make a move, Ning XuanWu quickly relaxed.

But the pressure brought by the four's presence still remained. Since they didn't speak, Ning XuanWu also didn't dare say anything, only able to kneel there with his head lowered.

The autumn wind blew by, making his figure look desolate!

But in his heart, he was furious.

"Xu Kun, damn you and your ancestors eighteen generations. When I get back, I will definitely wipe out your entire family."

By now, how could he still not understand that the master of this Martial Hall was these four. Otherwise, hearing him say he wanted to destroy the Martial Hall, how could the four have revealed such strong killing intent?

As for Jing WuChen and Jing WuFeng, they had likely offended these four somehow and were eliminated.

As for the Earth-Shaking Stone and Wind-Swift Cloak, although they were a bit wasteful to be used as stepping stones and rags by these four, they could still barely be explained away.

This was all because of that damn Xu Kun.

If not for you bringing back fake information, how could I have ended up in such an embarrassing state?

If I had known this was the four's Martial Hall, there's no way I would have dared to come no matter what was said. Even if I had to give up the Earth-Shaking Stone and Wind-Swift Cloak, I would have just gritted my teeth and swallowed it down!

In secret, Yao Ling'er and the others who were observing the Martial Hall were even more shocked, covering their red lips with their hands. Seeing their boss so obediently kneeling on the ground, their hearts were extremely complicated.

But they also instantly understood that things were not so simple.

Ning XuanWu thought a lot in his heart, but didn't dare reveal the slightest bit of it on his face. He continued kneeling with eyes fixed expectantly on Wu Yonghong and the other three.

"You are Ning XuanWu of the XuanWu Sect, right?" Finally, Chu Kuangshi glanced at Ning XuanWu and asked.

"Yes, senior." Ning XuanWu lowered his head nervously and replied respectfully.

"Even if your family's Ning JiuTian was not dead, he still wouldn't have dared to cause trouble here. To think his later generation would actually..." Chu Kuangshi coldly laughed, "Truly a case of the student surpassing the master!"

These mocking words made Ning XuanWu's face flush red, but he didn't dare retort.

"I looked everywhere before I could find the chess set." At this time, Yi Feng walked out from the front hall, his voice slightly apologetic as he said, "I'm sorry for making you wait."

At his words, Wu Yonghong and the other three immediately stood up respectfully and greeted, "Greetings, Master."

Master?

These four actually addressed him as Master?

Ning XuanWu, still kneeling on the ground, stared wide-eyed at Yi Feng who had walked out.