*Clang!*
In a flash of lightning and thunder, Yang Sitian’s legs were ruthlessly broken.
The sound of fracturing bones was ear-piercing.
"Ah…"
Though in pain, Yang Sitian endured.
His body trembled uncontrollably as if struck by electricity.
Jin Shan couldn't bear to watch. "Bastard, come at me if you have the guts!"
"Ahhh… come at me, don’t hurt Elder Yang!"
Daoist Wushan retorted coldly, "You’re quite the qualified lackey!"
"..."
Thus, Yang Sitian, with his legs shattered, knelt on the ground.
For a grown man, it was a humiliating sight.
Yang Sitian’s instinct was not to kneel, but his body completely refused to obey.
His hands braced against the ground.
Daoist Wushan didn’t stop. He continued slapping Yang Sitian.
In no time, Yang Sitian’s mouth was bleeding, and half his face was caved in.
Even so, Yang Sitian did not beg for mercy. His gaze remained cold.
He knew in his heart that begging for mercy was useless in this situation.
Rather than bow his head, it was better to fight back…
All these scenes were witnessed by Yang Qing, who was hiding in the shadows. He shivered, then found a secluded spot and called Hongying. His voice trembling, he said, "Hongying, where are you? Do you know the lunatic’s master has come to Golden Summit Manor? Jin Shan and Second Master have both been crippled!"
"And… and Grandpa’s legs have also been broken!"
"What’s going on with you, how did you offend such a powerful person?"
Hongying was shaken by what she heard, surprised that the lunatic had found help so quickly.
She said gravely, "Okay… I understand!"
Yang Qing roared, "Knowing isn’t enough! You need to find a solution. If you don’t, Grandpa might be in danger!"
Hongying didn’t respond and hung up on Yang Qing.
Yang Qing was furious and slammed his fist hard against the wall.
In no time, a large amount of bright red blood seeped from his fist.
He didn’t show himself because it was the old man’s decision… Yang Sitian also worried that if they encountered truly wicked villains, the Yang family might be wiped out.
Yang Qing remained hidden, not daring to act rashly.
He could only be angry, with no other recourse…
Meanwhile, Hongying, upon learning that the lunatic’s helpers had arrived, shamelessly dialed Chen Fan’s number.
Frankly, she couldn’t think of anyone else who could help her.
When Chen Fan learned that the lunatic’s helpers had arrived, he didn’t refuse. After all, he had to see things through.
They drove to Golden Summit Manor.
After a thirty-minute drive, they arrived at the entrance…
Upon noticing Daoist Wushan, Chen Fan said directly, "Ram them!"
Hongying’s heart leaped. "Are you… really going to crash?"
"Ram them!"
Chen Fan suddenly moved, placing his hand on Hongying’s knee. Instantly, Hongying’s right leg became immobile, as if she had forcefully stepped on the accelerator.
*Boom…*
The car sped forward.
Daoist Wushan, hearing the roar of the engine, turned around, circulated his inner energy, and reached out to block the car.
*Clang!*
The next second, a crashing sound echoed. Indeed, Daoist Wushan had blocked it.
His inner energy surged, giving a sense of overwhelming power that made the surroundings seem insignificant.
Seeing this, Chen Fan gained a rough estimate of Daoist Wushan’s strength. He jumped out of the car. "Your disciple, I was the one who injured him!"
"With your ability, dealing with those behind you should be as easy as picking something up from your palm. Why bother?"
Daoist Wushan eyed him coldly. "So it was you!"
Chen Fan calmly replied, "That’s right, it was me…"
"You crippled my disciple, today I will send you to your demise!"