“What did you say?”
“Quite the tone you have!”
Lao Teng and Moli said coldly.
“Listen up, you two old lackeys. Hand over the Asura Blade to me now, and I might spare your dog lives. If not, you’ll die a very, very miserable death.”
Jin Yu had his hands in his pockets, exuding an air of obnoxious arrogance.
“Drop dead.”
Moli raised her blade and attacked.
Clang!
With a swing of his right hand, Jin Yu struck Moli’s dagger bare-handed. Moli, a Martial God, seemed unable to even hold onto her dagger and was sent flying!
“Bitch, trash.”
Jin Yu grabbed Moli by the neck.
“I’ll fucking kill you.”
Lao Teng, from the side, swung his blade down.
The Asura Blade’s wind-piercing sound was domineering, as if a flame had ignited on the blade, blazing brightly. But this powerful strike did not hit Jin Yu; Lao Teng’s hand was caught by Jin Yu.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
As Jin Yu spoke, he flicked his left hand.
Lao Teng tumbled and crashed onto the ground.
Jin Yu raised his right hand, lifting Moli entirely. He said with a smile, “You, a female Martial God, could have lived very well. Unfortunately, you followed the wrong person, so you deserve to die.”
“Let go of me!”
Moli’s face turned ashen.
She wanted to exert her strength, but felt utterly powerless. Jin Yu’s arm seemed to conduct electricity; merely lifting Moli, he rendered her unable to even struggle.
“Jin Yu, that’s enough, right?”
Jiang Xiaoyao, seated on the sofa, spoke.
“Oh, alright!”
Jin Yu threw Moli aside, stepped on Lao Teng’s hand on the ground, bent down, and picked up the Asura Blade. He looked at it, nodding, “Not bad, really not bad. This blade is mine now.”
“You don’t deserve this blade.”
Jiang Xiaoyao stood up, her face cold.
“What did you say?”
Jin Yu walked forward with a lewd smile.
“I said you don’t deserve it.”
“I don’t deserve it?”
“You don’t fucking deserve it.”
Suddenly, a contemptuous voice rang out. Ye Zixiao, who had been resting with his eyes closed, finally opened them. He leaned lazily against his knees and said to Jin Yu, “You piece of dog shit, you don’t deserve to wield the Asura Blade at all.”
“Ye Zixiao, are you sick? The Asura Blade is in my hand now, and you say I don’t deserve it?”
“Go fuck yourself!”
Ye Zixiao suddenly lost his temper.
He darted forward and slapped Jin Yu across the face. Jin Yu didn’t dodge; he raised his left hand, seemingly intending to block the slap with his palm.
Slap—
The crack was loud!
Ye Zixiao’s slap first landed on Jin Yu’s left hand, then pushed Jin Yu’s left hand to hit his own face. The slap carried immense force, sending Jin Yu tumbling to the ground.
“What?”
Jin Yu sat on the ground, stunned.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
Ye Zixiao looked down at Jin Yu with disdain.
“This is impossible!”
Jin Yu jumped up, retreated a couple of steps, touched his stinging face, and shook his dizzy head, muttering, “I’m a Divine King, a Divine King! How could I be defeated by you?”
“Divine King? Trash!”
Ye Zixiao attacked again.
He lunged forward and kicked Jin Yu in the stomach. Jin Yu wasn’t to be trifled with either; he flipped backward several times, then raised his blade and lunged to stab Ye Zixiao.
Ye Zixiao dodged, grabbed Jin Yu’s wrist holding the blade with one hand, then with a sweep of his arm, he actually swung Jin Yu entirely around, tracing an arc over his head, and finally slammed him fiercely onto the ground.
“So you’re a Divine King? Acting tough, huh?”
Ye Zixiao cursed, and began a barrage of kicks. Jin Yu initially tried to block with his arms, but Ye Zixiao’s kicking power was too immense. After a few kicks, Jin Yu could no longer defend himself.
“This is impossible…”
Jin Yu hugged his head, still exclaiming in disbelief.
“You degenerate scum, die.”
Ye Zixiao continued to deliver powerful kicks to Jin Yu’s head.
“I am a Divine King, a Divine King!”
“Your mother’s Divine King.”
“This is impossible, absolutely impossible.”
“Your mother’s impossible.”
“Can you stop cursing?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
Every time Jin Yu yelled, Ye Zixiao cursed back. Jin Yu was utterly bewildered; he couldn’t comprehend how Ye Zixiao, who could beat him, a Divine King, sounded like a street thug.
More importantly.
What was Ye Zixiao’s cultivation level?
In all of Longdu, there were hardly anyone above the Divine King realm, and even if there were, they would be old hermits who had long since retired. Ye Zixiao was so young, how could he possibly defeat someone beyond the Divine King realm?
Above Divine King was Celestial God!
Celestial Gods were practically invincible!
“Stop hitting me, ahhhhh!”
Jin Yu finally began to beg and scream.
Because of the relentless kicking, Jin Yu’s arms were broken. Now his face was also injured; his nose was smashed, and his ear was kicked off. If he took a few more kicks, his head would likely explode.
Jin Yu couldn’t comprehend it at all.
But he had to beg for mercy.
If he didn’t beg now, he would die!
“Is that all you’ve got?” Ye Zixiao stopped his foot, looked down with disdain, and said, “Weren’t you so impressive? Didn’t you want the Asura Blade? The blade is right beside you, pick it up and attack me?”
“Ye Zixiao…”
“Is Ye Zixiao something you can call?”
Just as Jin Yu was about to say something, Jiang Xiaoyao, who was nearby, rushed over. She mimicked Ye Zixiao’s action, raising her high-heeled foot and aiming it at Jin Yu’s face.
Pfft—
With one kick.
The heel pierced Jin Yu’s face.
“Ahhhhh, spare me!”
Jin Yu finally screamed loudly.
“You scumbag.”
Jiang Xiaoyao bent down, lifted the screaming Jin Yu to his feet, and without giving Jin Yu any chance to react, she suddenly raised her knee and aimed for Jin Yu’s vital spot.
Thump—
A terrifying explosion sound!!!
It exploded!
It simply exploded!
“Holy shit!”
“Oh my god!”
“Ugh…”
“Is… is this real?”
The audience, who had been staring in stunned silence, let out gasps of surprise after hearing the explosion. Some of the men trembled, instinctively covering their crotches.
The third young master of the Jin family!
A Divine King level expert!
After being brutally kicked by Ye Zixiao, he was then crippled by a knee from the so-called girlfriend of this third young master. There was no need to check; just by the sound, he was definitely crippled!
“Shut the hell up, all of you!”
Jiang Xiaoyao roared angrily.
Swish—
Instantly, the entire bar fell silent.
“Hey, calm down!”
Ye Zixiao couldn’t bear to watch. He nudged Jiang Xiaoyao and said, “You are the sect leader of the Asura Sect, you are a celestial fairy who doesn’t eat worldly food. You can’t be this violent?”
“I can’t be?”
Jiang Xiaoyao suddenly raised her knee again.
“No, no ahhhhh!”
Jin Yu, his face contorted and nearly in shock, was about to cry out loudly when he saw Jiang Xiaoyao raise her knee again. With a look of utter despair, he could only instinctively beg.
“What, scared?”
Jiang Xiaoyao asked with a look of disdain.
“Scared, I was wrong, I submit!”
“Not so tough anymore?”
“Not tough anymore, I’m an idiot!”
“Louder, what are you?”
“I am an idiot, a big idiot!”
“Hahahaha…”
Pfft—
After humiliating Jin Yu, Jiang Xiaoyao still did not choose to spare him. Her raised knee finally connected. What was already exploded, suffered a secondary rupture!
Miserable!
Third Young Master Jin was too miserable!