I am really not a medical immortal.

Chapter 1963: Chapter 1962: The Wrath of the Masses

"Ju Tianbao, you old dog, do you fucking want any face at all?! Wheel battle didn’t work, and now you wanna play human wave tactics? You’ve lived for thousands of years and this is how you act—where the fuck did your face go? Hmph! You want human wave tactics? Fine by me! If those pieces of trash from your Jubao Building lose, you must hand over the Heavenly God Token! Otherwise, don’t you fucking even dream about it!!!" Qingyi Hong snorted coldly.

Seeing Qingyi Hong’s move, Zhang Xiaohao smiled in satisfaction.

Worthy of someone who’s lived for over a thousand years and does business for a living—just one look from me and he instantly got what I meant. Not bad at all!

"Hmph! Qingyi Hong, shut the hell up! It’s not your turn to talk here! It’s not even our Jubao Building that wants to use human wave tactics! It’s that stinking brat who said it himself!" Ju Tianbao retorted.

"My lord saying it like that is already giving you face! Don’t be fucking ungrateful! You want to use human wave tactics, fine—if those pieces of trash from your Jubao Building lose again, you must hand over the Heavenly God Token! Otherwise, we go by the previous rules: either your whole Jubao Building kneels and kowtows to admit your mistake, and keep kowtowing until we’re satisfied! Or my lord will slaughter his way to your Jubao Building and wipe you out!!!" Qingyi Hong said, murderous intent soaring.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!" As soon as his words fell, the group of cultivators from Qingyi Building behind him all roared with killing intent.

The soundwaves came one after another, each louder than the last, and the immense momentum pressed directly toward Jubao Building’s side.

Facing such overwhelming momentum from Qingyi Building, Ju Tianbao’s expression grew even darker and uglier, black like the bottom of a pot, as if everybody owed him money.

"You fat fuck, can you at least pretend you’ve got some damn shame? A whole group ganging up on one person is bad enough, but you’re still too stingy to put the Heavenly God Token on the line! Living like you do, you might as well just drop dead!"

"Pah! What a pile of dogshit! I’m never buying anything from Jubao Building again. Jubao Building is pure garbage!"

"Jubao Building is garbage! Jubao Building is garbage! Jubao Building is garbage!!!"

Gradually, the surrounding crowd of rubbernecking cultivators also joined in.

Tens of thousands of cultivators shouted and hollered together, the momentum utterly shocking, a terrifying pressure bearing down on the entire Jubao Building group.

Even though Jubao Building had brought over a thousand people this time, in front of the endless sea of cultivators around them, they still weren’t worth shit!

The restaurants, buildings, towers all around—anywhere someone could stand was packed with people, all of them cursing Jubao Building at the top of their lungs with utter disdain.

Don’t even say Ju Tianbao is just a Unification Peak cultivator—even if he were a Mahayana Realm cultivator, facing this scene, he still probably wouldn’t be able to endure it!

Because some of the cultivators got nastier the more they cursed, all kinds of filthy words blasted into his ears, like how they were gonna "bang-bang-bang" his precious daughter and so on, wave after wave drilling into his head.

Some even went further, hiding in the dark as they hurled rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, and so on right at their side.

In an instant, a sky-covering rain of rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, and the like completely drowned the people of Jubao Building.

Fortunately, they weren’t ordinary people but cultivators. Faced with this, each of them released Spiritual Power, propping up a Spiritual Power shield to block all the rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves around them.

"Fatty! You still dare use Spiritual Power, huh? You really think I’m some ordinary schmuck? Break for me!"

"Pah! You actually dare use Spiritual Power to block it?! Break it open!"

"Watch young master’s invincible super rotten egg!!!"

The surrounding cultivators all let out a low shout, instantly circulating their cultivation. The rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves in their hands carried razor-sharp sonic booms as they crazily bombarded the group from Jubao Building.

The weakest among these cultivators were in the Qi Refining Realm, and the strongest—some hidden Mahayana Realm old monsters—actually made a rare move. The rotten eggs in their hands whistled through the air with terrifying sonic booms as they smashed straight at Ju Tianbao’s ugly mug.

No matter how Ju Tianbao tried to block, those Mahayana Realm cultivators’ throws were all dead on. In an instant, rotten egg after rotten egg dyed Ju Tianbao’s face a bright egg-yolk yellow, while countless streaks of egg white slid down his face one after another onto his clothes.

Seeing this, the barrage showed no sign of stopping.

Ju Tianbao’s heart was burning with rage. As much as he wanted to butcher all these rubbernecking cultivators, there were just too damn many of them. Even if Jubao Building went all out, they still wouldn’t be this crowd’s match, so he could only madly run his Cultivation Technique to block the incoming rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves as much as possible.

Zhang Xiaohao stood playfully on the arena stage, smoking a Panda cigarette, lazily exhaling a mouthful of smoke as he took in the scene, a mocking smile on his face.

"Moron. Without absolute strength, you actually dare provoke public outrage? There are better ways to die," Zhang Xiaohao said with disdain.

After finishing a cigarette, he saw that the surrounding cultivators still hadn’t stopped; instead, they were getting creative—various women’s clothes and even a cloth strip stained with a woman’s blood were all being hurled over, smashing at this group of Jubao Building rats crossing the street.

Zhang Xiaohao flicked his right hand, using Spiritual Power to condense a Spiritual Power chair and sat down. His right hand waved again, Spiritual Power shaking as a table condensed. Zhang Xiaohao took out six exquisite cold dishes from the Shennong Ring, along with a jar of aged Wujia Pi, and immediately started eating and drinking.

While he ate, he looked at Ju Tianbao and the others with a mocking gaze.

Zhang Xiaohao’s actions didn’t escape Ju Tianbao’s notice. Seeing Zhang Xiaohao blatantly ignore them and even brazenly feast right in front of them, Ju Tianbao’s expression turned even gloomier and more terrifying, veins bulging on his face in twisted knots.

"Ahhhh! Enough! This old man agrees!!!" Ju Tianbao could no longer endure it. A terrifying aura burst from his body as he threw his head back and roared.

With his shout, the rain of rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, dirty clothes, and so on finally stopped.

Another ten-plus seconds passed before all the filthy things raining down from the sky completely disappeared.

Looking at the ground where they stood, covered in rotten eggs and other filth, Ju Tianbao’s face was as dark as water. He wanted nothing more than to punch a massive hole in the sky, yet faced with the countless cultivators around them, he didn’t even dare breathe too loudly.

Eyes blazing, Ju Tianbao glared viciously at Zhang Xiaohao.