The Ethereal Domains

Chapter 1517: Gray Parasol Sword Sect Vengeance

Gray Parasol Sword Sect Vengeance . . .

Master Guan said that these were all capable people, but Cha-Eun Xiao couldn't believe it. Therefore, Cha-Eun Xiao decided to test them before accepting them.

After all, these people were the foundation of the management system in the Monarch's Hall. Cha-Eun Xiao didn't dare to be careless. The test was hard. He was being quite strict.

Surprisingly, these people handled it easily.

The test was hard but simple. These new managers had only one thing to do to pass the test. They had to assign tasks of different departments to different people!

It surprised Cha-Eun Xiao that these men all had such sharp eyes.

It seemed they just couldn't make any mistakes. The positions they picked for the cultivators were all perfect!

There were twelve men who were merciless, wordless, and cold, and they were all in the Department of Penalty now.

These people were perfect for the job.

People were managed to work in the twelve units under the leadership of the Department of Battle. Meng Youjiang and his wife were the heads of the Department of Battle. Every unit had a leader. Every position had the best person there could be.

The Department of Intelligence and the Department of Inspection started working as well. There were definitely more men needed in the Monarch's Hall, but with the people they had now, the Monarch's Hall was running. That was a great deal.

They had a department that worked on making records, building files for every member in the Monarch's Hall.

A new organization took shape within one day.

As the Prime Leader of the Monarch's Hall, Cha-Eun Xiao actually did not need to worry about any daily affair at all. Those men would take care of everything for him.

Cha-Eun Xiao obviously didn't expect this.

The people who followed Master Guan to join the Monarch's Hall were capable and loyal, who always fulfilled their responsibilities perfectly. Cha-Eun Xiao was sure that it was the right thing to recruit all those people who used to work for the government of the City of Chaos.

If these people were so good and capable of working in the Monarch's Hall, the others wouldn't be any worse. If he let such capable people go, he was committing a crime!

The other thing that was important at the moment was more people joining the construction work in the Monarch's Hall. That concerned everybody's life after all.

In the Monarch's Hall, things had gotten busy now!

The next day, things were totally different. Some people were working on the construction work, some were cultivating martial arts, and the others took turns to work. It was getting better and better.

While everybody was focusing on working for a better and brighter future, trouble had come as well.

A lot of cultivators started to pop up and surrounded the Monarch's Hall. These were disciples of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect.

The Gray Parasol Sword Sect had sent hundreds of good men to come to the Monarch's Hall! Their men were approaching from everywhere!

An old man with white hair shakily walked through the gate of the Monarch's Hall.

His sword handle was on his right shoulder.

That was a beautiful and antique sword.

As he walked step by step, it seemed difficult for him to walk, as if he was walking on a rugged land. His old aged body seemed to be so weak that a small airflow could blow him away. However, as he moved closer, the entire Monarch's Hall was under some unknown pressure.

Some superior cultivators that had just come to the Monarch's Hall were wearing sackcloth, working, and sweating in the construction site. They were definitely capable cultivators, but they worked like a bunch of workers…

The first man who noticed the enemies was the head of the Department of Battle, Meng Youjiang.

He was the leader of the department; but he didn't look like one, because he was wearing the sackcloth as well, carrying a big roof girder to the roof of a house.

His wife, Rong Ke'er, was wearing a dress that made her look like a maid. She was helping her wife.

As the leader of the Department of Battle, Meng Youjiang wanted to make his officer look good. That roof girder was a piece of Iron Soul Wood that he particularly bought for this house!

As people said, the Iron Soul Wood was extremely hard, and it wouldn't rot in tens of thousands of years. With the Iron Soul Wood as the roof girder, the house would be full of some scent that made people calm and refreshed. That was why the Iron Soul Wood was always expensive in the market. Cha-Eun Xiao had given him money to buy materials needed for the construction, but this roof girder was way beyond the budget. Meng Youjiang thought that it was lucky to see a piece of Iron Soul Wood in the market, so he spent his own money for it.

The roof girder was about a hundred feet long. That should be enough for a house. When Meng Youjiang was measuring the length, he sensed the hostile qi outside the Monarch's Hall.

"We have some unexpected guests!"

Meng Youjiang said to his wife, and then put down the roof girder off his shoulder, holding it with his hand as if that was only a stick.

However, that stick was too thick and too long, twelve feet thick and a hundred feet long…

Meng Youjiang was so big and tall, but he was just like a bean sprout beside the huge roof girder.

The others who were working, including the Dark Evil Spirit, Bai Long, and Lei Dongtian, all stopped and watched the enemies who came with fierce hostility.

They had been working for quite a long time, so the sweats with dirt had blurred their faces.

The old man had reached the gate of the Monarch's Hall.

Du Qingkuang was guarding the entrance, and a level two Divinity Origin Stage man stayed with him. The Monarch's Hall wasn't expanding yet, so guarding the entrance was just doing nothing. The two Divinity Origin Stage men felt so relaxed. As they saw the others working so hard in the construction site, they felt so good. "We are guarding the gate, and it seems to be underestimating us, but at least we don't need to work like that…"

The two men stood around the entrance, pointing and laughing at the people who were working. They laughed like having a vacation.

At that moment, they suddenly felt the oppression approaching.

The next moment, they got Meng Youjiang's warning.

Almost at the same time, an old man spoke in a slow voice, "Is this the Monarch's Hall? I am here to see the leader. Is he here?"

The voice was low but strong, and the old man was casual.

He must be so confident.

Du Qingkuang indifferently humphed and said, "Of course. This is the Monarch's Hall. This is definitely not the palaces of the five sky kings. You guys have come this close, then you must know where you were approaching. That is pretentious. You obviously know where you are heading, don't you? If this is a palace of one of the five sky kings, do you think you can dare to come in?"

The old man looked annoyed. "Young man, you are good at talking, but you should be careful!"

Du Qingkuang raised his head and coldly said, "I have traveled the martial world for many years, and as I know, nobody in the world treats invaders with respect! I guard the entrance today. Now, why are you here? Are you coming to join us? You must be lucky. I am quite enjoying the day today. How about you all kneel down, and I will accept you as my servants!"

It was a surprise that the guard of the Monarch's Hall could be this arrogant and domineering.

Du Qingkuang had surprised the Gray Parasol Sword Sect.

"Guard! Go tell your master that the Gray Parasol Sword Sect is here! It is urgent! You don't know who you are messing with!" The old man suppressed his anger down and said to Du Qingkuang.

It would be disgraceful for him to be mad at a guard. He surely knew that he couldn't fight such a small figure. Even though Du Qingkuang was being disrespectful to him, he had to hold himself back.

"What do you want? Do you want to go over me and directly talk to our master? Do you?" Du Qingkuang was definitely not a professional doorman. He said, "Just tell me what you want to say first. I can't make the decision before knowing everything I need to know. If I think I should report it to our master, I will. If I don't think so, you are never going to waste his time. Who do you think you want to speak to? The Monarch's Hall is at the busiest time. He has no time to waste on you!"

That was rude. He disrespected and even disgraced the Gray Parasol Sword Sect to the extreme!

Some of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect people near the entrance all showed a dark face.

'Who the f*ck do you think you are?'

'You are just a doorman. How dare you? What makes you think we should report to you first?'

"Prime Elder, the Monarch's Hall is humiliating us on purpose." Elder Gui, standing beside the old man, said in a vicious voice, "Let's just fight our way in! Put them down to the ground before asking for a conversation!"

The white-haired old man nodded and blandly said, "Take this man down. What an ignorant bastard!"

Elder Gui waved one hand, and three men rushed out from the group.

"Come on! That is just a doorman! Are you sure you want to do this together?" The prime elder frowned.

Two of the three men stopped.

A young man at the age of twenty-eight excitedly shouted and rushed forward with two bare hands. He jumped up and beautifully made a few turns. After that, he raised both arms up in the sky, rushing toward Du Qingkuang!

While he was moving, he intentionally showed a sign over his head.

He was at level five of the Faery Origin Stage!

What a perfect show!

"Brother Ma, good move!" The crowd burst into cheers and applause.

After a second, this Ma had gotten close to Du Qingkuang's face after that beautiful performance. He viciously smiled and said, "You, doorman! You should just get the f*ck out of here!"

Suddenly, he made a full-power attack!

That was a killing strike! He was going to kill somebody and showed his capability!

Du Qingkuang kept both hands crossed on his chest, staring at the young man who was approaching, pretending to be surprised and anxious. However, when that killing strike almost hit him, he finally sneered.

When the young man nearly hit him, Du Qingkuang was still holding his own arms and standing where he was. Suddenly, he moved the right foot, and that was a kick in the fiercest way!

That was a full-power kick!

– Boom! –

That hit the young man's hands.

It directly hit the young man's hands, the most important part of the killing strike!

The murderous kick had twisted the young man's hands and pushed his arms backward. His own hands hit himself on the chest. Du Qingkuang's foot did not stop pushing yet! It kept kicking in and crushed the young man's chest!

The young man screeched.

With a more beautiful posture, the young man was turning over ten rounds in the air, flying backward.

He was hit hundreds of feet away back and eventually stopped by a big tree. If he didn't hit the tree trunk, he might be hit away even further!

The big tree's leaves fell down. The young man fell to the floor and rolled ahead. In the end, he lied on the floor and couldn't move!

Du Qingkuang was still standing there with both arms on his chest. He stared at the enemies with a sneer, and said, "So? Was that what you did to give a lesson? Impressive! I was so scared, by the way…"

Then he looked at the other guard; pretended to be shaking, and said, "Oh my god… I am… so… so scared… Ha…"

The other guard laughed loudly and said, "Hah hah hah hah… I am scared too… I was terrified. The Gray Parasol Sword Sect is such a powerful sect. They scare others by wasting their own lives! How impressive! I have never seen anything like that before! I don't think I am going to see anything like that in the future either! Hah hah hah hah hah…"

The two of them kept teasing the enemies, laughing so hard that they couldn't stand firmly on the ground. The people of the Gray Parasol Sword Sect were all silenced with anger!

The young man who volunteered to give a lesson to the doorman was definitely not a superior cultivator in their sect, but he must be one of the capable ones in the young generation.

The old guys brought him out to broaden his view and strengthen his foundation for the future.

The young man was on level five of the Faery Origin Stage because he was so young and he was known as a talented disciple to the sect. Unexpectedly, the hope to the sect—the talented disciple of the sect—was killed by a doorman with one kick!

The Monarch's Hall was a new organization in the world. How come their doorman was this powerful?

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