Zhang Yun, with a clear understanding of the situation, casually waved his hand, causing the white-robed elder to hesitate before finally letting out a helpless sigh.
Judging from the skill that the messenger of the gods just displayed, even if he is just a messenger of the gods, he is someone we cannot afford to offend.
It all depends on that kid Yao Bucai's fate.
After the celestial messenger left, the people in Silver Moon Plaza slowly caught their breath and breathed in the free air, feeling truly refreshed.
Immediately afterwards, the entire Silver Moon Square became bustling with excitement.
Several respected elders in Holy Medicine City gathered together, reminiscing and discussing the matter.
"It's really strange. With my spiritual perception, I can clearly sense that the Divine Envoy's aura is only at the fifth level of the Dan Fire Realm. How can he unleash such mysterious and powerful strength?"
An elderly man in a crimson robe asked in confusion.
"Your Excellency, you are a messenger of the gods. As a divine messenger, how could we mortals possibly see through you?"
Another elderly man in a black robe said with a hint of lingering fear.
Fortunately, I didn't offend the divine messenger. If he had held a grudge, it would have been disastrous.
“That makes sense. If we’re talking about things that are hard to understand, then the token that the Heavenly God bestowed upon the Divine Envoy is even harder for me to understand.”
"That's simple. It may seem to be made of the most ordinary wood, but according to the theory of reversal of extremes and returning to simplicity, the Divine Envoy Token must be a supreme divine object that we mortals cannot even imagine!"
If this boast were to reach Zhang Yun's ears, he would definitely be astonished.
It only contains a trace of his divine power; in essence, it's still just an ordinary piece of wood.
"My lord, my lord, spare my life!"
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Chapter 7 The Defendant Beats the Plaintiff
Lin Tang's words startled Changsun Lan for a moment, then she found it somewhat amusing and understood.
A two-star Dou Zhe is trash, yet he's an envoy sent by the gods. Isn't that a huge joke?
"A messenger of the gods?" Changsun Lan scoffed, loudly proclaiming, "What a joke! He's nothing but a mere charlatan; you've all been fooled!"
When Changsun Lan uttered such disrespectful words, everyone's gaze involuntarily turned to the Heavenly Messenger in the main seat. They felt their hair stand on end and shudder with fear, and prayed for Changsun Lan in their hearts.
I hope they don't die such a terrible death.
"Seventh Miss, stop talking! That young man is truly a messenger of the gods!" Lin Tang trembled all over, his expression extremely grim.
Miss, did you sleep so much that you became stupid?
"Lin Tang, right? Stop bringing up my status. Do I look like the kind of person who uses their status to intimidate others?"
Changsun Lan's cold words caused a flash of cold light to appear in Zhang Yun's dark eyes, but he remained calm and composed.
"Yes, Your Excellency is right. I was just presumptuous in trying to guess Your Excellency's thoughts."
Lin Tang nodded hurriedly, not daring to be disrespectful, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, but he also breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the divine messenger was magnanimous and did not get angry.
Otherwise, even the patriarch might not be able to protect the Seventh Miss.
"Big...Big Brother?" Yao Bucai, who had been disheartened and dejected, couldn't help but raise his eyes after hearing that somewhat familiar voice.
When he saw Zhang Yun's handsome face, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, he was slightly stunned.
They look so alike, so incredibly alike!
He was unsure for a moment, until Zhang Yun smiled and nodded at him, looking as if she was going to vindicate him, which made him suddenly come to his senses, and then he was overjoyed.
To my utter surprise, the elder brother I met a few days ago and felt an instant connection with was actually a messenger of the gods!
There's hope now!
"My Lord Divine Envoy, I have truly been wronged! Please, My Lord Divine Envoy, redress my grievances!"
Yao Bucai was very good at dealing with people, and he quickly kowtowed to Zhang Yun, who was in the main seat, grasping at the last straw.
Changsun Lan's pretty face immediately darkened, and she kicked Yao Bucai in the head.
She was furious: "You shameless wretch who doesn't know his own mortality, still claiming you're innocent, you have no shame!"
"you……!"
Yao Bucai was kicked until he was dizzy and saw stars. It took him a long time to come to his senses. His chest was filled with anger, but when he thought of the extraordinary background of this stupid woman, he dared not speak out.
"To openly assault someone in court, truly a case of wicked people emerging from impoverished and desolate places."
Zhang Yun shook his head and said calmly, "No matter what grievances you have, hitting someone is wrong. Yao Bucai, beat her up."
"Yes, sir!" Yao Bucai, who was already full of resentment, suddenly brightened up. With the divine messenger's brother speaking, what was there to be afraid of!
Then, without saying a word, Yao Bucai waved his hand and exerted force, instantly turning into a blur, and delivered a solid slap directly to Changsun Lan's fair and tender face.
This palm strike contained Yao Bucai's boundless rage and frustration; it was a full-force attack, and its power was astonishing.
Before Changsun Lan could react, her pretty face was instantly distorted and contorted by the slap, turning bright red with blood, and she felt a burning pain.
Although Yao Bucai's actions were fierce, Changsun Lan's background far surpassed that of ordinary people, so she dared not be too presumptuous. After slapping her, she quickly retreated and left the battlefield.