Chapter 100: A Troubled Beginning!

“My dear mother! I’ve lost a tooth!” A wail pierced the air, quickly followed by a chorus of groans and lamentations.

“Mine’s gone too.”

“I lost five teeth.”

“Ten here!”

For a moment, the bandits were engulfed in a somber, mournful atmosphere.

“We can’t just let this slide!” Liu Scar stepped forward, his voice tinged with anger.

He had lost at least ten teeth himself, making his speech slurred and breathy.

But the others clearly didn’t share his resolve.

They knew that the powerful man who had spared their lives had already been merciful. And yet, they still dared to think about causing more trouble?

What were they thinking? Were they tired of living and eager to be reborn already?

“Forget it, Brother Liu! We can’t beat him.”

“Yeah, Brother Liu, that guy’s too strong. You can’t twist an arm around a thigh.”

After what they had just experienced, the bandits were unanimous in their unwillingness to cross paths with Xiao Yang again.

“Wang Er, Mazi! Look at your teeth—don't you think you sound like a leaky sieve when you talk?” Liu Scar snapped angrily.

His words silenced the crowd; heads bowed in shame.

Still, they had no desire to provoke Xiao Yang any further.

They’d rather return to farming immediately than continue this life of banditry.

“A leaky sieve, sure—but what else do we have to fight with?” someone muttered, and silence fell again.

They had all witnessed Xiao Yang’s strength firsthand—a single slap from him scattered their teeth to the ground.

If they dared to cause trouble again, the next blow might well be fatal.

“Brother Liu, let’s just forget revenge and go back to farming.”

“Thinking about farming now, it’s not so bad. At least there’s no risk of death.”

Voices murmured agreement, chattering away without settling on any consensus.

“Enough. Have you all forgotten who we are?” Liu Scar roared.

The bandits trembled and fell silent.

“We come from a village with a legacy. Dealing with a mere pup like him is nothing—we have plenty of ways.”

He swept a fierce glance over the others.

Even Fatty’s eyes revealed deep unease.

“Brother Liu, are you thinking of using that method?”

Their village was called Beast Slave Village.

Legend had it it was founded by a powerful beast tamer.

And indeed, they knew much about the habits of wild beasts.

Nestled in the Savage Beast Wasteland, their survival wasn’t due to strength alone, but because they had a mighty guardian—a spiritual beast that had lived for ages.

“Our pride must not be lost. Prepare to summon the spiritual beast,” Liu Scar gritted out.

He couldn’t swallow this humiliation; Xiao Yang had to be taught a lesson.

But many exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of what to do.

They wanted revenge but were scared.

“A bunch of cowards! Getting beaten and not even daring to fart back! Count me, Fatty, out,” one shouted loudly.

Once one took the lead, others quickly joined in.

Soon, all of them were on board.

“Good! We’ll summon the spiritual beast now and show that brat what’s what!”

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