Rebirth: Taking Away the 10 Billion-Dollar Assets of His Bad Dad

Yang Qing looked indifferent:

"Aren't you going to pardon me? Aren't you going to put me on the wanted list? Then how many people in the whole of Daxia do you think can stand up to me? How are you going to pardon me? How are you going to put me on the wanted list?"

The king looked embarrassed, opening and closing his mouth but unable to utter a word.

Yang Qing snorted coldly:

"What? You don't want to say a word?"

Yang Qing was really annoyed with this king. He was clearly doing a good job and should have just taken care of his worldly affairs. He couldn't control the affairs of the cultivation world, nor was he capable of doing so! But he had to get involved for the sake of a worthless national teacher.

Yang Qing glanced at the king coldly:

"Remember, the world of cultivation never cares about face! It's all about strength! Don't use worldly standards to ask me to do that!"

Yang Qing turned and left. As he stepped out of the palace gate, he glanced at Zhang Xiaoyao:

"National Master? Haha! That's all! Just be a good National Master and don't get involved in things that aren't your business!"

Zhang Xiaoyao was so angry that he was shaking all over:

"If you have the guts, remove the restriction and we'll have a fair fight!"

Yang Qing smiled:

"I heard you're over 100 years old, why are you still so naive? Fairness? Have you ever seen fairness in this world?

You think too highly of me. I have the strength to beat you, so why should I fight you fairly? "

Yang Qing approached Zhang Xiaoyao and said:

"Be smart! Think clearly about who our enemy is! If you persist, I promise this will be the last time I speak to you properly!"

Yang Qing turned to face the old Taoist priest:

"You old bastard! What mission did the Heavenly Court give you this time? How much incense do you want?"

The old Taoist priest snorted coldly and turned his head to the side.

Yang Qing smiled and patted the old Taoist priest:

"Go back and tell your master! We humans have the final say in human affairs. Don't reach out too far, or you'll get your hands chopped off!"

Yang Qing waved his hand and released the restrictions on the two people!

"Everyone, take care of yourselves! I don't want to be an enemy of Daxia, but I'm definitely not afraid of being an enemy of you! We'll meet again!"

After saying this, he turned into a stream of light and shot towards Zhongzhou.

The old Taoist priest was furious. He was a messenger from heaven, yet he was being humiliated in the lower world. He glanced coldly at the hall, flicked his sleeves, snorted coldly, and instantly rose from the ground and disappeared into the clouds.

Zhang Xiaoyao stared blankly at the direction where Yang Qing was going, muttering:

"A common enemy? A common enemy?"

Zhang Xiaoyao is not stupid. He is a Taoist. For many years, Eastern Taoism has been suppressed by Western Buddhism. Many of his ancestors ascended to the heaven, but never had the chance to ascend to the fairyland again. He is not unaware that the real reason is that the entire heaven is controlled by Western Buddhism.

Zhang Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes:

"Perhaps this Yang Qing can really bring something different to Eastern Taoism! Or perhaps it could be an opportunity for me."

Yang Qingluo arrived at Zhongzhou Villa, and his face became gloomy as soon as he stepped outside the door.

In the large formation before him, the corpses of several white-robed generals were lying in all directions. It was obvious that a fierce battle had just taken place here!

Yang Qing quickly rushed into the villa and saw that the whole family was sitting on the sofa intact, including Wu Ming! He breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's going on outside?"

Yang Liping said calmly:

"As soon as you left, someone tried to break in. Luckily, we had Rumo, Jiushuang, and Xiaoya, plus this formation, so they didn't succeed!"

Yang Qing gritted his teeth in anger. Since you took the initiative to provoke me, you can't blame me!

"I'm glad you're all okay. Don't go to the group for the time being. Just work from home. I'll take care of everything else!"

Wu Ming waved his hand:

"Don't worry! I've deployed 100,000 demon generals in Zhongzhou. No movement will escape my watch. If those people above want to do something evil, they have to ask me, the demon clan, for permission!"

Yang Qing nodded and said:

"Wu Ming, let's go to the study. Rumo, you come too!"

The three of them walked directly into the study, and Yang Qing said directly:

"We are too weak, and the realm of the human cultivators cannot be compared with that of the celestial realm. If a fight really breaks out, we will still suffer!"

Wu Ming nodded:

"Indeed, whether it's the human race or the demon race, they are far inferior to the celestial realm. If the celestial realm really launches a large-scale attack, I'm afraid that with just a few of us, we won't be able to resist."

Yang Qing sighed:

"Rumo, is there any way to set up a larger defense formation to protect the entire Earth? No matter where the heavens reach the Earth, we will be able to know it immediately?"

Rumo thought about it for a while, and finally shook his head:

"I can't do it at my level, and the Earth's spiritual energy is simply not enough to maintain such a large formation."

Ru Mo frowned, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He slowly stood up, walked to the window of the study, and stared at the gray sky outside, as if he could penetrate the clouds and see farther.

"The spiritual energy of the earth is too thin."

He sighed softly, with a barely perceptible sadness in his voice.

His fingers gently slid across the window frame, as if he could feel the faint spiritual energy flowing through his fingertips, but it instantly dissipated into nothingness.

Yang Qing and Wu Ming focused their eyes on him, expecting a miracle to happen, but Rumo just shook his head, his figure looking particularly lonely under the dim light.

Suddenly, the three people's faces darkened and they looked out the window. Suddenly, a dark cloud appeared above the distant mountains, with thunder and lightning rolling in the dark cloud!

Suddenly, a dark cloud appeared in the clear sky. This phenomenon was very strange!

Wu Ming looked at it for a while and suddenly exclaimed:

"Oh no! An ancient cultivator is about to awaken!"

Yang Qing's heart skipped a beat:

"Why did you suddenly wake up?"

Wu Ming stared at the thundercloud:

"This might be related to the heavens. Look, aren't there two people standing above those dark clouds?"

Yang Qing looked intently and saw two figures standing above the dark clouds in the distance.

Wu Ming said:

"Those are the gods in charge of thunder and lightning in heaven, Lei Gong and Dian Mu! They want to awaken the ancient monks! How despicable! They want the ancient monks to disrupt the secular world."

Yang Qing disappeared without saying a word. Wu Ming and Rumo looked at each other and quickly chased after him.

Yang Qing flashed through space like a ghost, heading straight for the eerie dark cloud. His speed was so astonishing that he practically created tiny sparks with the air. Wu Ming and Ru Mo followed closely behind him, their figures slightly blurred by their rapid movement, but their determination remained unwavering.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, thunder and lightning intertwined, as if foreshadowing a coming storm. Yang Qing and the other two quickly approached, only to see the God of Thunder and the Goddess of Lightning standing proudly above the clouds, wielding thunder hammers and electric drills, channeling streams of mysterious power into the mountains below. The dormant ancient cultivator seemed to sense the call, its dormant will awakening. An ancient and powerful aura permeated the air, shaking the entire world.