"What did you say?"
"Beauty, say that again?"
"You want to take on all three of us?"
Abin, Erlu, and Xiaolong all wore expressions of disbelief. They swayed forward, leering as they sized up Lin Qingzhu, even attempting to reach out and touch her.
"Damn it, you want to touch me?"
Lin Qingzhu's demeanor changed abruptly. She grabbed the arm of Abin, who was closest to her, and executed a perfect over-the-shoulder throw. Then, she twisted his arm with both hands.
*Crack—*
"Ahhh, ahhh!"
Abin, on the ground, let out a pig-like squeal. His right arm had been broken clean off!
"Holy shit!"
"What's happening?"
Erlu and Xiaolong were stunned.
It was too fast!
It was too brutal!
Was this woman a demon?!
"Come on, your turn!"
Lin Qingzhu suddenly kicked Erlu, sending him sprawling. She then bent down and landed a heavy punch directly on his nose. With a muffled thud, a spray of blood mist erupted.
Erlu's nose had been blown apart!
"Ugh, wahhh, oh my god!"
Erlu instinctively touched his shattered nose and immediately let out another pig-like scream. He seemed to be in even more pain than Abin, clutching his nose and rolling on the ground.
"You, yeah, you come here!"
Lin Qingzhu beckoned to Xiaolong again.
"Damn it, you're ruthless!"
Xiaolong finally came to his senses. He knew he had met a master. With things as they were, fear wouldn't let him run, so he could only brace himself and charge at Lin Qingzhu.
"I'll fucking kill you."
Xiaolong threw a punch at Lin Qingzhu's face.
"With what?"
Lin Qingzhu's head flicked to the side, dodging Xiaolong's heavy blow. She then used her right leg, knee first, to drive upwards. With another resounding thud, poor Xiaolong's most vital area was pulverized!
"Holy shit!"
Xiaolong looked down. His groin was covered in blood. He then grinned, clutched his groin with both hands, and collapsed to the ground, rolling and screaming, "It's over, ahhh, I'm a eunuch, ahhh!"
"Scum, worthless, pfft!"
Lin Qingzhu spat, then delivered a precise and heavy kick to the heads of Abin, Erlu, and Xiaolong. After three dull thuds, the three wastes were knocked unconscious.
"Anyone else?!"
Lin Qingzhu put her hands on her hips and faced the Jin family's side.
Her current demeanor was strikingly similar to Ye Zixiao's past self—arrogant, overbearing, and utterly brazen. Even her expression was much like Ye Zixiao's back then. The former "Number One Beauty" had transformed into a female hooligan.
"What's going on?"
"Oh my god!"
"She's… she's so powerful!"
"Young Master, what should we do?"
The Jin family's bodyguards and retainers cried out in alarm.
While Abin, Erlu, and Xiaolong weren't the strongest fighters, they were far from ordinary. Even if they couldn't defeat Ye Zixiao one-on-one, the three of them together should have been able to handle Ye Zixiao's wife!
But what had happened?
In the blink of an eye.
All three of them had been crippled?!
"Wastes!"
"Trash!"
"Can't even beat a woman."
"Hmph…"
The Eight Dragon Kings, though surprised by Lin Qingzhu's ferocity, still displayed an air of disdain. They mocked the three who had been incapacitated, yet none of them made a move to fight.
Why?
Because the Eight Dragon Kings were too proud.
They disdained fighting women.
"All of you, go! Take them down!"
Young Master Jin could no longer hold back. His woman, Yao'er, had been taken by that hotheaded young man called Young Master Leng. His three confidantes had gone up, and in an instant, Lin Qingzhu had defeated them all.
How could this be tolerated!
This was too embarrassing!
With the situation at this point, Young Master Jin threw all pretense of decency out the window. He roared at his subordinates, "Go, go, go! All of you, go together! Capture Lin Qingzhu alive, kill Ye Zixiao! Go!"
"Hurry up and go."
"All of you, go."
Young Master Jin Er and Young Master Jin San, confined to their wheelchairs and already crippled, shouted with ferocious intensity. They were like two savage dogs on leashes, continuously barking their orders.
"Charge!"
"Go!"
"Lin Qingzhu is mine!"
"Let me…"
Over twenty Jin family bodyguards, plus more than twenty Jin family retainers, at the command of Young Master Jin, charged at Lin Qingzhu like a pack of rabid dogs, howling.
Young Master Jin had lost all shame.
These men had even less.
They bared their fangs and flailed their claws, grinning maniacally. They seemed genuinely excited, like a pack of starving wolves who had found a herd of sheep, joyfully surrounding their prey.
However.
They were the prey…
"Cheating, are we?"
Lin Qingzhu said, shaking her neck.
"So shameless!"
"Utterly shameless!"
Old Vine and Jasmine walked to Lin Qingzhu's sides. The three of them simultaneously stretched their necks, looking somewhat comical and theatrical, but they all wore smiles, completely at ease.
The free-for-all began.
Surrounded by over forty people, Lin Qingzhu and her two companions were the first to launch an attack. They had no weapons, but their bare fists and feet unleashed a terrifying killing intent.
Old Vine and Jasmine were both at the Divine King level.
A single punch from either of them could kill at least one opponent.
Lin Qingzhu claimed to have reached the Martial God level, but she seemed a bit clumsy in her movements, perhaps due to her long absence from combat. However, her ferocity remained, and she only attacked vital points.
*Crackling…*
*Splish splash…*
The sounds of brutal impact merged into a cacophony.
Screams intensified.
More than half of the forty-plus Jin family thugs fell within moments. Over a dozen had already breathed their last, while others rolled on the ground screaming, clutching their groins—those were Lin Qingzhu's doing.
Kick after kick!
Relentless blows to the groin!
Who could endure this?!
Who wouldn't be terrified?!
"Oh my god!"
"Don't come near me, don't come near!"
"Queen, spare me!"
"I don't even have a wife yet…"
Amidst the screams, terrified shouts intermingled. The remaining less than ten standing combatants, realizing they stood no chance, turned tail and fled, their groins clamped between their legs.
In this situation, who wouldn't run!
One wrong move and they could be rendered infertile!
"Trying to run?"
"Aren't you all too pathetic?!"
Old Vine and Jasmine scoffed, preparing to give chase.
"Don't chase them, it's not worth it!"
Lin Qingzhu called out to Old Vine and Jasmine, clapping her hands. She shook her neck again, saying dismissively, "That's enough. Winning is all that matters. My feet are a little sore, I kicked too much!"
"Ugh!"
"Hahaha…"
Old Vine instinctively covered his groin.
Jasmine burst into radiant laughter.
And so it was that more than forty Jin family thugs, who had entered the fray less than three minutes ago, were either dead, incapacitated, or fleeing with their groins tightly held. The Jin family had suffered a crushing defeat!
"Go back, all of you, go back."
"Send people, all of you, send yourselves!"
"Damn it, you useless trash, all of you!"
Looking at their disheveled forces, the three Young Masters of the Jin family were driven to the brink of madness. Young Master Jin jumped and yelled, while Young Master Jin Er and Young Master Jin San, from their wheelchairs, cursed furiously.
But truly, no one dared to step forward anymore.
On Ye Zixiao's side, despite their small numbers, they hadn't lost a single match, and their victories were remarkably effortless. More importantly, Ye Zixiao, Jiang Xiaoyao, and Tang Keke hadn't even made a move yet.
In the face of such a defeat.
Only a fool would rush to their own death…
"No way!"
"The Jin family, no one dares to fight?"
"Kicking the groin, it hurts just watching!"
"Aren't the Eight Dragon Kings going to make a move?"
The onlookers chattered amongst themselves, exclaiming.