Chapter 505: Chapter 171: Fan Wu’s Ghostly Stance! Shocking the Imperial City with the First Fist! (10,000-word Chapter, Please Subscribe)_5
"..."
With that chorus of jeers falling silent,
a man who looked like a monk simply didn’t dare to argue with the citizens and slunk away with his face covered in shame.
What could he do?
His face was already lost to the extent that it was; could he still remain here and argue with them? Wouldn’t that be even more humiliating?
Witnessing this scene,
Hu Banban’s smile grew even wider: "People like that monk, there are many each day. Within the Imperial City, there are not only these interesting places but also... Eh?"
Before Hu Banban could finish his sentence, he saw the tall and burly Daoist Fan Wu calmly walking towards the direction where the crowd had gathered.
This startled him.
Could it be that Daoist Fan Wu also wished to challenge the city walls of the Imperial City?
"Hu Banban, let’s go over there too!" The Little Prince hurriedly said.
"Ah?" Hu Banban said anxiously, "Your Highness, you have left the Imperial Palace for quite some time already. Your Royal Mother and the Emperor, by now, must be very worried about you! We should..."
"No! Listen to me! I am the Prince!" The Little Prince, not taking no for an answer, immediately pulled Hu Banban along with him.
This caused Hu Banban to show a bitter smile and reluctantly follow.
...
Even Hu Banban could guess what Fan Wu intended to do, and as Yun Jiuqing had followed Fan Wu for many days, she naturally also realized it, so she actively made way for Fan Wu. She ran ahead and shouted loudly: "Make way! Everyone make way!"
The Little Prince who had dragged Hu Banban over was also shouting, just like Yun Jiuqing: "All make way, make way for Daoist Fan Wu to come!"
The hollering of these two, one big, one small, still attracted the attention of many onlookers present.
Many spectators, upon hearing the shouting, turned around with puzzled looks.
Then...
They saw Fan Wu!
Fan Wu, with his oppressive height and build, at this moment, seemed like a dimension overwhelming others. Even the monk who had hastily fled in embarrassment just earlier was not half as robust as Fan Wu.
Moreover, the faint aura of intimidation that swirled around Fan Wu made the onlookers instinctively rush to the sides to clear a path for Fan Wu and the others.
Even the citizens didn’t know why they felt afraid; they only felt that the instant they saw Fan Wu...
They suddenly experienced a sensation as if their hearts were being gripped.
The feeling was extremely palpitation-inducing!
It felt like someone carefully navigating through a jungle who, all of a sudden, realizes that there might be a terrifying tiger stealthily following right behind them.
It was probably that kind of feeling.
"So...so tall!" An Imperial City citizen, staring dumbfounded at Fan Wu’s back, couldn’t help but swallow his saliva secretly and muttered in astonishment: "How tall could that be?!"
"That’s got to be at least eight feet, right? Perhaps... perhaps even more than eight feet? Hiss! What on earth did he eat to grow like that?!"
"I think I just heard someone calling him Daoist Fan Wu, could he be a Taoist?"
"Daoist Fan Wu? I’ve never heard this name before; he must be from out of town, right? He doesn’t sound like any of the more famous Taoists within the Imperial City."
"Does he intend to give it a try?"
"It seems so. Just now the monk didn’t leave any particularly noticeable mark on the city wall, I wonder if this Taoist will be able to leave a clear mark."
"Goodness, his arm is thicker than my leg!"
"..."
Some citizens couldn’t help but murmur softly as they watched Fan Wu’s back.
However, they didn’t dare to speak too loudly.
After all, the subtle sense of intimidation Fan Wu gave them still instilled some fear.
At this moment,
Fan Wu had already reached the city wall.
With just a tilt of his head, he could see the walls of the Imperial City that seemed to reach the sky, which, although slightly exaggerated, wasn’t too far from the truth.
On this section of the city wall in front of Fan Wu, there were numerous marks.
There were fist prints and palm prints.
There were marks from being hacked by swords and blades, as well as traces of being blasted by some spells.
However, these marks all seemed very shallow; even the deepest palm print was less than ten centimeters deep. Fan Wu even saw some dried blood on this palm print.
It indicated that the person who struck this palm print also sustained considerable injuries to their own hand.
Power’s action,
is mutual.
"Hu Banban, do you think Daoist Fan Wu can accomplish what’s said on the stele?" The Little Prince asked Hu Banban curiously.
Hu Banban didn’t know how to reply.
Because this question...
was rather perilous!
Because reason told him that even Fan Wu, who could stop a monstrous creature with a single kick, couldn’t possibly achieve that kind of feat. But if such a fact were to come from his own mouth, would it offend Daoist Fan Wu?
Hu Banban worried whether, after offending Fan Wu, he might be suddenly cut down by a drawn sword from Fan Wu?
Or even possibly, the Little Prince at his side might also be cut down?
With these thoughts,
Hu Banban suppressed all he wanted to say.
Then, with a forced smile, he gave another answer: "In my humble opinion, Daoist Fan Wu has his own considerations."
He gave an evasive answer.
"Is that so..." The Little Prince, oblivious to the evasiveness of the answer, watched Fan Wu’s back full of expectation.
