"Someone actually dares to make a move here!"
"I bet those guys over there just don't want to live, huh?"
"They still haven't realized what kind of existence they've offended."
Hearing the shouts, people nearby immediately turned to look in that direction.
Most of them had come here for the legend.
Many weren't even locals from Hong Kong.
Today, they’d come just to see the legendary immortal—the one who could battle Heaven itself.
If they got lucky, maybe they could even become that immortal’s disciple.
If they managed to worship the immortal as their master, wouldn’t that make them little immortals themselves?
Now, seeing Evan Lin and his group show up and deal with the guy demanding ticket money, most people watched with gleeful anticipation, eager for drama and face-slapping action.
"You blind fool, who are you calling bird feather!"
After throwing out that slap, Damien You glanced over at Evan Lin’s expression.
Seeing Evan Lin didn’t object, Damien’s courage grew. Hearing the guy call him 'bird feather' again, Damien was instantly triggered, ready to slap back with pure swagger.
He charged forward, fierce and imposing, his body flashing like a black wind, and appeared right in front of the man.
His speed was terrifyingly fast.
His movements were ethereal, radiating pure swagger.
This move left many people around instantly stunned.
His movements were ethereal, full of sharp, badass swagger.
This move left many people around instantly stunned.
“I have to admit, this guy’s got some real skills!”
The crowd buzzed with discussion.
Damien You had already grabbed the guy off the ground with one hand again.
The man was so scared his face turned pale and he trembled all over.
"You dare touch me? Try it and see what happens!"
"I—I work for the immortal!"
He kept yelling.
"Immortal?"
Damien You’s face darkened. "Even an immortal can’t call me bird feather!"
He casually flung the guy far away, making him crash to the ground and howl in pain.
"Who dares mess around at the immortal’s feet!"
Not long after, a group of people came charging over from not far away.
Each one looked fierce and full of energy, faces brimming with aggression.
At a glance, there were at least ten of them. Every single one radiated powerful energy, eyes sharp as tigers.
"All Vajra-Realm experts!"
"Man, we really picked the right day to come."
"That broke bird feather is definitely done for now."
People nearby saw the group running over and got excited.
Looks like there’s going to be a good show.
"I told you, I’m not bird feather!"
I'll remember your... how to act cool advice, Young Lord.
Damien nodded sincerely, accepting the lesson on how to look badass.
Queenie Tong looked at Damien You’s furious state, feeling a bit of pity.
A grand Hong Kong master ending up like this—honestly, it was kind of sad.
"Should we help him out?"
Yvette Locke glanced at Evan Lin, asking curiously.
She was itching to make a move—Yvette could break through from Fire-Spirit Mortal Body to Fire-Spirit Divine Body any time now.
And as her strength grew, Yvette liked the feeling of fighting more and more.
"Hold on, no rush."
Evan Lin shook his head. "He can handle his own business."
"Consider it a chance for him to prove his strength as a Hong Kong master."
Earlier, Damien You had been completely suppressed by Evan Lin in their duel, then crushed even more by the heavenly tribulation.
Now, with random nobodies calling him a broke bird feather, Damien was totally losing it.
He never imagined things would come to this.
The mighty Hong Kong master Damien You, reduced to fighting these nobodies.
But today, if he didn’t fight, he’d never calm his rage.
"You lot—one, two, three, four, five, six, seven!"
Damien stepped forward, pointing at the group rushing over. "Doesn’t matter how many—come at me all at once!"
"I want to see who dares ask me for a ticket in a place I’ve guarded for decades!"
"Let’s see who dares charge me ticket money!"
Damien shouted furiously. Just saying these words felt absurd to him.
Coldspar Peak—a place he’d guarded for years—now taken over by outsiders, demanding money from him?
How could Damien not be furious!
"You really must be an idiot. Not only broke, but you can’t even count."
One guy sneered, "There are ten of us, and you only counted seven?"
"Don’t waste words on him. He can’t even count—let’s deal with him first, or the immortal will get mad and blame us."
Another guy looked at Damien like he was a total fool.
Hearing this, Damien’s face turned pale with rage.
He wanted to explain—he wasn’t really counting, just pointing randomly. But to these guys, he was just some idiot who couldn’t count.
"This is outrageous!"
Damien roared in anger and charged forward.
"Get him!"
The ten Vajra-Realm experts didn’t waste words—they all rushed in at once.
Energy surged, aura overwhelming.
The onlookers cheered, enjoying the sight—ten Vajra-Realm fighters ganging up on one guy was quite a spectacle.
But then, something unexpected happened.
The guy who looked like he’d get flattened with one punch moved like smoke, weaving through the ten Vajra experts.
A series of dull thuds sounded one after another.
In just a few breaths, when the crowd saw the guy in white standing there again, he snorted coldly—and all ten were lying unconscious on the ground.
"Noisy fools. You don’t even realize who’s in front of you. All these years, I’ve never been this mad."
Damien You kicked each of the fallen Vajra experts, sending them flying one by one.
"Is this guy a master too?"
"You gotta be a little crazy to survive—now I finally get what that means."
"Didn’t expect this old man to have such moves."
The crowd buzzed with discussion.
Old man?
Damien You’s face twitched. He took a deep breath, reminding himself to stay calm.
"Anyone else want to charge me ticket money?"
He looked around, shouting angrily. It felt cathartic, but honestly, a bit petty.
"Alright, let’s go."
Seeing no one blocking the way, Evan led Yvette and Queenie toward Coldspar Peak.
Damien You snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and followed behind.
Now, no one dared to block the way.
Ten Vajra experts couldn’t handle one broke, math-challenged bird feather—none of them had the guts to mess with him again.
"Be careful when you make a move next time," Evan said calmly, walking ahead.
Damien’s heart skipped a beat. He asked cautiously, "Was I too rough?"
He was nervous, worried he’d upset Evan.
"It’s not about being too rough. Just stop talking about ticket money."
"It’s too tacky."
Evan shook his head.
"I’ll remember your... cool advice, Young Master."
Damien nodded sincerely, accepting the lesson.