477: Chapter 477 A true man can bend and stretch.

Sima Zheng raised his hand, stopping the commotion behind him.

He stared at Ye Tian for a long while before the corners of his mouth slowly curled up: "Kid, having a stiff mouth is useless."

"I will give you two choices."

"First, kneel and kowtow three times to my nephew, pay compensation of ten thousand Spirit Stones, then roll out of the City of Buried Bones and never return."

"Second..."

He raised his dark green right hand, slowly clenched his five fingers, and they emitted a cracking sound: "I will break your four limbs and throw you outside the city to feed the Vicious Beasts. Choose for yourself."

Ye Tian did not answer his question, but instead said calmly: "That hand of yours, you Cultivated some kind of poison technique, right?"

Sima Zheng raised an eyebrow slightly, not denying it: "You have some insight."

"This is the Green Scorpion Poison Hand, which I spent ten years tempering with forty-nine types of deadly poisons."

"Anyone below the Sea Transformation Realm will die upon touching it!"

"Oh." Ye Tian nodded, then stood up, walked to the window, rested his hands on the windowsill, and looked down at Sima Zheng below: "Then have you ever thought about a question?"

"What question?"

Ye Tian smiled slightly: "If your poison hand cannot even break my skin, then what should you do?"

Sima Zheng's expression instantly darkened.

He felt that Ye Tian was truly too arrogant, not even putting him, the dignified leader of the Horned Scorpion Gang, in his eyes.

If he didn't slaughter this kid today, how would he stand in the City of Buried Bones in the future?

Thinking this, he stopped wasting words, kicked off the ground, and charged straight at the second-floor window!

His speed was extremely fast, so much so that even Shui Qingdie, who was in the Sea Transformation Realm, couldn't help but exclaim: "Be careful!"

However, Ye Tian didn't even move.

He just raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and lightly flicked it against Sima Zheng's claw, which had the momentum of a thunderbolt.

"Ding!"

Sima Zheng only felt an irresistible force coming from his palm, and in an instant, he was sent flying backward!

He flipped twice in the air and stumbled several steps upon landing before barely stabilizing his figure.

Looking down, his Green Scorpion Hand, which he was so proud of, actually had several cracks, and blood was seeping out from them.

His pupils suddenly constricted.

"This... How is this possible?!"

This pair of poison hands of his could even snap a Low Grade Spiritual Artifact with bare hands, yet it was cracked by the opponent's single finger?!

At the second-floor window, Ye Tian withdrew his finger and mocked calmly: "Is this your so-called poison hand that kills upon contact?"

Sima Zheng stood in place, clutching his arm, his face turning green and white.

The gang members behind him were also dumbfounded.

In their hearts, their leader, who was like a Heavenly God, had personally taken action, yet was flicked back by the opponent with a single finger?

What is the point of fighting?

The triangular-eyed youth was so scared that his legs went soft, and the smugness on his face had long been replaced by fear.

He finally realized that what he had provoked that afternoon was not a fat sheep at all, but an ancient Vicious Beast in sheep's clothing!

Sima Zheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly put away the fierce look on his face and tried hard to squeeze out a smile.

He cupped his fists at Ye Tian, his tone much more polite than before: "Your Excellency has impressive methods. May I ask your name?"

"Ye Tian."

"Ye Tian..." Sima Zheng chewed on the name, discovering he had never heard of it, but that did not hinder him from making a judgment.

At least now he could be certain that the young man in front of him was definitely not someone he could afford to provoke.

Being able to remain motionless under his full-force blow and forcing him back with just one finger, this level of strength was at least Sea Transformation Third Stage or even higher!

When did such a great god come to the City of Buried Bones?

However, Sima Zheng was, after all, a gang leader and quickly calmed down.

The reason he could become one of the local tyrants in a chaotic place like the City of Buried Bones was not just because of that hand.

He took a deep breath and immediately made a wise decision.

He cupped his fists again and bowed his head: "Young Master Ye, today I, Sima Zheng, failed to recognize a superior and offended you."

"My nephew is ignorant and offended you; I apologize to you on his behalf."

"Let this matter pass here. In the future, if you have any commands in the City of Buried Bones, the Horned Scorpion Gang will follow without question."

After speaking, he turned around, kicked the triangular-eyed youth in the butt, and cursed: "Hurry up and apologize to Young Master Ye!"

The triangular-eyed youth stumbled from the kick, hurriedly knelt on the ground, and kowtowed repeatedly: "Young Master Ye, spare me! Young Master Ye, spare me! It was me who was blind and offended you!"

"Please, Young Master, be magnanimous and spare me this once!"

Ye Tian stood at the second-floor window, watching the triangular-eyed youth kneeling and begging for mercy below, and Sima Zheng bowing with cupped fists. He was silent for a moment, then calmly spat out two words:

"Get lost."

Sima Zheng, upon hearing this, felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He cupped his fists again and shouted to the group: "Did you hear that? Young Hero Ye is magnanimous and won't hold it against us. What are you standing there like idiots for?"

The henchmen were stunned in place, their gazes shifting between Sima Zheng and Ye Tian, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

Seeing this, Sima Zheng had a bead of sweat roll down his forehead in embarrassment, then he brazenly shouted loudly: "What are you looking at? A real man knows when to yield and when to stretch; what does a momentary failure count for?"

Immediately, he accelerated and ran faster than a rabbit. Seeing this, his subordinates hurriedly followed, forming a stark contrast to the aggressive way they had arrived.

Even the onlookers and neighbors were dumbfounded and couldn't recover for a long time.

Ye Tian watched this scene, the corners of his mouth twitching, and his assessment of Sima Zheng changed slightly.

The one-armed innkeeper stood at the inn entrance. Having witnessed Ye Tian teaching the triangular-eyed youth and his henchmen a lesson earlier, he was already amazed by Ye Tian's thunderous methods.

Now, seeing that the leader of the Horned Scorpion Gang, Sima Zheng, couldn't even last one round in Ye Tian's hands, he couldn't help but mutter in a low voice:

"This kid... exactly what kind of holy being is he?"

Shui Qingdie let out a long sigh of relief, patting her chest: "Scared me to death. I thought there was really going to be a loss of life."

"It won't happen."

Ye Tian sat back down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork, and smiled: "If he really had that kind of courage, he wouldn't have just attacked tentatively earlier."

"To be able to mix his way to the position of a gang leader in the City of Buried Bones, he at least understands how to assess the situation."

"Then did you know from the beginning that he wouldn't really attack?" Shui Qingdie asked in surprise.

"I didn't know." Ye Tian put the braised pork into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed, "But if he really didn't know what was good for him, I wouldn't mind helping him loosen his bones."

After the Horned Scorpion Gang incident, Ye Tian's days in the City of Buried Bones became much quieter.

Although the eyes and ears of various forces in the city were still watching him in secret, at least no one dared to come and cause trouble openly anymore.

It was estimated that after Sima Zheng went back that night, he had greeted everyone who needed to be greeted.

After all, an outsider young man who could flick back a Sea Transformation First Layer cultivator with one finger was definitely not a character to be trifled with.

The next morning, Ye Tian continued to take Shui Qingdie strolling around the city.

He was not in a hurry to set off for the altar.

Anyway, that group of black-robed people from the Nether Abyss had not yet arrived at the City of Buried Bones, and the other factions coveting the altar were still in the observation stage.

At this time, whoever stuck their head out first might become the target of everyone.

Although Ye Tian was not afraid of trouble, he also didn't want to be a stepping stone for others.