Neighbors from up and down the street gathered around. They were silent, craning their necks to watch the commotion.
The news that the Miaofa Sect was withdrawing must have spread, so people weren't as cautious anymore.
If Zhang Chang couldn't make this stick today, no one would be able to collect money on this street in the future.
He had originally called Mo Yaozi and his crew over because they were street thugs who knew the ropes and could back him up.
He never thought Mo Yaozi would be so easily scared. His retreat had created a whole lot of unnecessary trouble!
"Useless trash!"
Zhang Chang cursed under his breath and flung his sleeve, shaking off Mo Yaozi's hand as a powerful aura rose from him.
"A bunch of mud-legged peasants!!"
With that, he flicked his fingers.
"Third Heaven of the Origin Talisman! Allow me to show you peasants an Immortal Technique from my sect!"
