Chapter 827: You’re Overthinking It

What on earth is going on?

However.

Just as she couldn’t figure out why things were like this, Zhao Qi suddenly erupted, releasing an overwhelming aura from his entire body.

“I’ve had enough of these days over this period!”

“After enduring humiliation for so long, I’ve finally found my chance.”

“I have to admit, the spiritual energy here is incredibly rich. It allowed me to break through a realm that I wouldn’t have been able to reach in a hundred years.”

“Hahaha, didn’t expect that, did you?”

“I really owe it all to you.”

“But I also know that even with my current strength, I’m still no match for that damn skeleton. I can only continue to obediently play the role of a grandson. But the strange thing is, that damn skeleton actually stopped paying attention to me and handed me over to a piece of trash like you.”

“I couldn’t escape from that damn skeleton, but do you really think I can’t escape from you?”

“Hahaha!”

“You stinking garbage collector, you lowly ant, how dare you order me around? You’ve got some nerve!”

“I’ve been bottling up all this frustration for so long, and now I finally have a place to vent it. So, you filthy dung collector, prepare to face Zhao Qi’s wrath!”

In mid-air, Zhao Qi grew more and more excited as he spoke, his aura expanding and spreading in all directions, exerting immense pressure.

“So strong!”

Bai Mei stared at Zhao Qi in shock.

Even though they’re both from the younger generation, the gap between them is like heaven and earth. Is this what it means to be a disciple of the Dao Sect?

Though she didn’t understand what exactly had happened or what kind of misunderstanding had occurred, she could tell that the dung-collecting uncle in front of her was about to meet his end.

With his aura surging, Zhao Qi’s face turned fierce, and with gritted teeth, he unleashed a devastating palm strike.

This strike carried all the rage from the humiliation he had suffered here.

“Dung collector, die!”

Zhao Qi sneered, his momentum reaching its peak, already seeing Lu Dasheng as a dead man.

However.

Lu Dasheng just glanced at him expressionlessly.

He clicked his tongue.

An impatient look appeared on his face, and with a wave of his hand, he swung out his dung ladle.

The ladle hit Zhao Qi squarely on the head.

The once explosive and powerful Zhao Qi deflated like a balloon, his face covered in dung, and a huge lump formed on his head.

He collapsed to the ground.

“You little brat, who do you think you’re messing with? With your pathetic skills, even a random auntie on this island could beat you. What are you showing off for?”

“Bang!”

As he spoke, a pair of oversized dung buckets landed beside Zhao Qi, who was sprawled on the ground.

“Let me give you a number.”

“Three hundred loads!”

“If you don’t finish, I’ll throw you into the sea to feed the fish.”

Lu Dasheng said with a roll of his eyes, completely ignoring Zhao Qi as he walked away.

On the ground.

Zhao Qi foamed at the mouth.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and unwillingness, his sense of defeat reaching indescribable levels.

He had been biding his time for so long, secretly breaking through, finally escaping the grasp of that damn skeleton, and seizing a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Yet, how could he have been defeated by a dung-collecting old man?

And with just a casual swing of a dung ladle?

He was utterly dumbfounded.

Looking up at the pair of oversized dung buckets, he fainted on the spot.

Beside him, Bai Mei, who had witnessed the entire scene, was completely stunned.

That seemingly weak dung-collecting old man… is actually this strong?

He defeated Zhao Qi in an instant…

“Miss Su, is that old man… the island’s master?” Bai Mei couldn’t help but ask.

“The island’s master?”

“You’re overthinking it. He’s just a dung collector,” Su Yuer replied nonchalantly.

Bai Mei choked.

Someone so strong… is just a dung collector?

Unconsciously, she thought of the torch Su Yuer had been holding, and the island shrouded in black mist. Only then did she realize that everything about this island seemed extraordinary.

But at the same time, her heart began to grow anxious.

That “Brother Lou” also came from a place like this, so his status, strength, and position must be extraordinary, right?

Would she, Bai Mei, have just escaped one dangerous situation only to fall into another?

As her anxiety grew, several figures descended from the sky.

What caught her attention first was a pair of brand-new beaded sneakers.

Faded and holey jeans.

And a tight, short top.