520: Demon Armor Master

"Young Master, you have returned."

In front of the Qi residence, two squads of gate guards immediately bowed respectfully to Qi Gui.

They felt a bit puzzled upon seeing the burly man following behind Qi Gui.

But he was the master and they were the servants; the master could do whatever he pleased.

Walking inside following Qi Gui, they twisted and turned, clearly intending to lead Chen De somewhere specific.

Finally, they stopped in a place with the least security.

"My lord, it is right in here. Which... should I go get for you?"

Upon arriving, Qi Gui smiled ingratiatingly and asked Chen De tentatively.

Chen De had reason to suspect the other party was insulting his intelligence. Who builds a storehouse so obviously and then leaves it without anyone watching outside?

But he did not expose him, because he sensed something.

He nodded and gestured, "Go on, go!"

"Yes, yes." Qi Gui responded hurriedly upon hearing this, then set out to do as he was told.

As he turned around, the expression on his face gradually turned malicious.

Hmph.

There is a path to heaven, but you refuse to take it; you prefer to break into hell where there is no door!

This time, you are seeking your own death; you cannot blame me.

Qi Gui did not knock, nor did he take out a key; he simply pushed the door open and walked straight in.

Chen De waited outside. Since this was a test of wisdom, he would have to properly display his brilliant mind.

After about half an incense stick of time, the gate in front of him opened completely inward.

The first to walk out from inside was not Qi Gui, but the figure of an old man.

Calling him an old man was not quite accurate; he had few wrinkles on his face, his hair was a mix of black and white, and he looked to be around fifty years old.

Harboring thoughts of harmony, Chen De spoke first, "May I ask, Your Excellency..."

"You idiot!"

"You actually followed me back just because I told you to? I really don't know which obscure corner you crawled out of."

"You didn't even bother to ask around. Everyone in the city knows that my Qi family has Elder Yuan guarding it."

"Now, pee for me. Pee in your pants, the kind that drips."

"Then crawl out of here for me, licking as you crawl. If a single drop of urine leaks in my residence, I guarantee I will make you wish you were dead."

"After you finish all this, you can kill yourself."

Before Chen De could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Qi Gui, who was watching from behind Elder Yuan.

Consequently, Chen De's brow furrowed slightly, but it quickly smoothed out again.

Harmony is precious, harmony is precious...

Ancestor Wuguang was testing wisdom; he could not just think about solving problems with brute force.

As the Supreme Holy Mother, he had always possessed both strength and wisdom.

After calming his mood, he cleared his throat and said again, "Are you, by any chance, the so-called Cultivator?"

"Of course!" Upon hearing Chen De's words, a look of unmasked disdain and mockery appeared on Qi Ying's face.

"You bumpkin, you've never seen one, right? Let me tell you, Elder Yuan is a genuine Cultivator."

This time, Chen De did not pay attention to him, but looked at that Elder Yuan instead.

He had come this time intending to solve the problem with wisdom, firmly promising not to use force.

And this Elder Yuan had not said a word since he appeared.

Chen De believed that the other party should not be the kind of brainless fellow, and should be someone who could reason.

If he guessed wrong, he would eat that big rock in the courtyard.

But Chen De firmly believed that he would absolutely not misjudge people.

In fact, Yuan Yi was indeed thinking about some things, but it was slightly different from what Chen De imagined.

Qi Gui had just told him about Chen De's strength inside, so he mistakenly thought that the other party might also be a Cultivator.

However, after observing for a while, he discovered that there was not a trace of magic armor aura on the other party, though his spiritual energy density was different from ordinary people.

This also made Yuan Yi realize that the other party was not some Magic Armor Master, but possessed something similar to innate divine strength.

Such people have some advantages when cultivating, and they are naturally stronger than ordinary people.

But so what? Relying on natural growth and innate physical fitness is far from being a match for a Magic Armor Master.

After realizing this, the last trace of caution in Yuan Yi's heart was completely let go.

If he wasn't a Magic Armor Master, he didn't have the qualifications to talk to him like that.

So, facing Chen De's question, Yuan Yi just replied disdainfully, "Lowlife!"

"Nani?"

Chen De couldn't understand his logic. He asked him if he was a Cultivator, and he replied with "Lowlife"—what did that mean? Was it a personal attack?

"Where did this savage run out from, daring to come here and run wild."

A bronze-colored suit of armor slowly emerged on Yuan Yi's body, identical to a physical one.

He looked down at Chen De, "Don't you know that this place is under my protection?"

"Sigh."

Chen De sighed. To be honest, he really wanted to solve this matter with wisdom.

But facing these two unrefined fellows in front of him, even as the Supreme Holy Mother, he felt deeply helpless.

Fine!

Since reasoning doesn't work, this Holy Mother also knows a thing or two about fisticuffs.

Thus, in Qi Gui's surprised gaze, Chen De flashed to Yuan Yi's front.

At this moment, Yuan Yi seemed to have just reacted and hurriedly raised his hand to counterattack.

Crack!

The next moment, Yuan Yi's arm, which was covered in armor, looked like it was made of paper; it was torn off by Chen De in one go.

Because he was in a state of using power, the blood throughout his body was flowing rapidly.

After the arm was torn off, blood gushed out like a column, splashing all over Qi Gui's face.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Two screams rang out, one from Qi Gui, and one from Yuan Yi.

Yuan Yi hurriedly covered his severed arm, which was continuously spurting blood, and kept making hissing sounds of pain from his mouth.

Chen De did not pay attention to these things and reached out a hand towards Yuan Yi.

At this critical moment of life and death, what choice will Yuan Yi make to respond?

The next moment.

Seeing Yuan Yi kneel to the ground with a thud, and then suddenly kowtow heavily, "I was wrong, please spare me, my lord."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Chen De shook his head, "To survive, you've even resorted to calling me 'my lord'? Old man, I..."

Then, he kicked Yuan Yi to the ground and added another kick to knock him unconscious.

What made Chen De feel surprised was that even though the person was unconscious, the armor was still wrapped around his body.

As for the severed arm, Chen De looked at the severed arm in his hand.

At this time, the bronze armor attached to it gradually dissipated, revealing the arm that had been wrapped inside.

Qi Gui was scared silly; he hadn't expected that Yuan Yi, whom he had placed high hopes on, would be so weak.

The next moment, his crotch gradually soaked through and started dripping water.

Drip, drip, drip...

Looking at this weak and playful fellow, Chen De ordered, "Do exactly as you just said, but there is no need to commit suicide. Come find me when you're done."

As soon as these words were spoken, Qi Gui immediately felt relieved, realizing that his chance to survive had finally come.