127: Chapter 124: A Harsh Beating 127: Chapter 124: A Harsh Beating “You…
what did you call ?”
Hearing the words “eunuch freak,” Wen Ziyu’s face suddenly stiffened, then quickly darkened, as a rich aggressive energy surged in his eyes.
The Yin Hall disciples behind Wen Ziyu also looked sowhat amused.
“Eunuch freak” were the two words Wen Ziyu hated most to hear.
It was rembered that last ti, an Inner Hall Disciple from the Kun Hall called Wen Ziyu “eunuch freak” and ended up with both legs broken.
That outco was truly pitiful.
Now, this Yang Hall disciple in front of them had the audacity to say the words “eunuch freak” directly to Wen Ziyu’s face, truly, ignorance knows no fear…
“Brother Ye, this Wen Ziyu is at the Half-step Martial Sect Master Realm, don’t be rash, his grandfather is an Elder of the Yin Hall, we can’t afford to offend…”
Tang Xiaoyan quickly tugged at Ye Xuan’s sleeve.
She had not told Ye Xuan about Wen Ziyu’s background and his ruthless thods to prevent him from being drawn into danger.
“An Elder of Yin Hall?”
Ye Xuan’s eyes flickered slightly, not expecting this “eunuch freak” to have such a background; no wonder he acted so arrogantly and domineeringly, even daring to threaten female disciples to engage in Dual Cultivation, truly lawless.
“Bastard, now you realize how foul-mouthed you are?
Kneel down!
Then, slap yourself ten tis and crawl over here to kneel and admit your mistake.”
Wen Ziyu, seeing the change in Ye Xuan’s eyes, let out a cold laugh, a fierce glint in his eyes, and bellowed at Ye Xuan.
“You want to kneel and admit my mistake?”
Hearing Wen Ziyu’s venomous words, Ye Xuan also slightly curled his lips, then a mocking smile spread across his face.
“You eunuch freak, are you worthy?”
As the words were spoken, the several Yin Hall disciples were dumbfounded.
They could instantly feel an extrely sinister and aggressive fluctuation emanating from Wen Ziyu in front of them, about to burst forth, prompting them to involuntarily step back as they looked at Ye Xuan with pity.
This kid, he’s finished.
“Bastard, if I don’t tear your mouth apart today, then my na isn’t Wen!”
A wild fury flashed across Wen Ziyu’s eyes.
He had been truly angered by Ye Xuan now; that constant “eunuch freak” jabbing at his sore spot was like begging for death.
Thump!
He stomped fiercely on the ground and as his True Qi surged throughout his body, a layer of chilly frost appeared on the nearby ground, even the surrounding temperature seed affected, turning cold.
Swoosh!
Upon gathering his montum, Wen Ziyu’s figure suddenly shot forward.
As he moved, his hands swiftly joined together, a surging force rapidly converging at his fingertips and forming a black conic air current in front of him, sweeping out instantly with a burst of Yin Wind.
“Yin Wind Cone, break!”
With a fierce shout, the black conic attack suddenly shot forward, tearing through the air and heading straight for Ye Xuan.
“Back off.”
Ye Xuan’s expression remained unchanged as he gently pushed Tang Xiaoyan aside, and then his gaze finally landed on that black Yin Cone, slicing through the air and quickly nearing him.
Swish!
At that mont, Ye Xuan’s figure suddenly stepped forward and, in the midst of several unbelievable gazes, he extended his index and middle fingers directly to clamp the Yin Wind Cone.
“Seeking death!”
Seeing Ye Xuan’s action, Wen Ziyu couldn’t help but sneer.
A re Seventh Grade Martial Master daring to counter his Yin Wind Cone with just two fingers, truly ignorant of the aning of death.
The other Yin Hall disciples also looked at Ye Xuan with so pity, thinking that blood would soon be spilled, that perhaps his entire arm would be destroyed.
Just when Wen Ziyu and the others were sneering and waiting for the bloody scene, the anticipated gore did not occur.
However, the following scene caused everyone’s expressions to stiffen.
In their vision, the originally powerful Yin Wind Cone ca to an abrupt halt before Ye Xuan, unable to advance any further, and at the tip of the cone were two fingers, which held it tightly, the sharpness of the Yin Cone seemingly nullified between Ye Xuan’s fingers.
“What?”
The faces of the Yin Hall disciples turned lively, clearly none of them expecting Ye Xuan to actually catch the Yin Wind Cone with just two fingers, making it look oh so effortless.
This Yin Wind Cone was, after all, one of the well-known martial arts of the Yin Hall and, even though Wen Ziyu hadn’t mastered its essence, it shouldn’t have been so easily countered and rendered utterly ineffective.
“The Yin Wind Cone, is it?
Here, have it back!”
Just then, Ye Xuan’s mouth corner suddenly curled up into an arc, and then with a powerful flick of his fingers, he forcefully reversed the trajectory of the Yin Wind Cone that was originally aid at him by Wen Ziyu.
With a “whoosh” sound, the move that was intended to attack Ye Xuan ended up being sent straight back to Wen Ziyu, its speed even faster than before.
“How is that possible?”
Wen Ziyu’s complexion changed drastically as he saw the Yin Wind Cone flying back at him.
Reflexively, he took several steps back, and when he couldn’t avoid it, he quickly circulated True Qi between his palms, launching them into the air to block repeatedly with his Palm Force, finally managing to disperse the Yin Wind Cone.
“Bastard.”
Wen Ziyu’s face turned ashy.
Being humiliated by his own move, he experienced an imnse sha.
However, before he could take his next action, Ye Xuan’s figure leaped through the air, faint afterimages trailing behind him, approaching with incredible speed.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Mid-air, Ye Xuan unleashed a flurry of kicks, raining down on Wen Ziyu like droplets in a storm.
In a rushed defense, the latter could only block with his fists, each block sending him staggering back a step.
After a dozen such exchanges, Wen Ziyu was forced into continual retreat, completely overpowered and unable to counter.
“What kind of person is this?
Since when did the Yang Hall disciples have such a freak?”
The Yin Hall disciples watching the confrontation couldn’t help but swallow their saliva.
Wen Ziyu was considered top-notch within the Yin Hall, and very few could beat him; yet now, he was being dominated by Ye Xuan, unable to even lift his head.
“I recall soone.
You might have heard, there was a new disciple in the Yang Hall nad Ye Xuan, who defeated one of the Yang Hall Three Heroes, Yuan Hao.
This person here is very likely that sa Ye Xuan,” one of them ntioned, eyes lighting up.
“Fearso, I heard that he revealed his talent during the assessnts, and for so reason, joined the Yang Hall later.
Within just three days of entering, he went into the Yang Yuan Pond for Cultivation.
Brother Wen, it seems, has kicked an iron plate this ti.”
“Brother Wen has Elder Wen backing him up, so Ye Xuan shouldn’t dare to do too much to him, right?”
Knowing Ye Xuan’s identity, the expressions of the Yin Hall disciples grew solemn.
Both individuals in front of them were formidable, but now it was a question of who could outlast the other.
Though from the current situation, Wen Ziyu clearly seed to be the lesser.
“Yin Evil Bone Transforming Palm!”
Struggling to catch his breath under Ye Xuan’s relentless assault, Wen Ziyu, filled with pent-up rage, finally found an opportunity to counter-attack after Ye Xuan’s tempest-like kicking assault ended.
A fierce and ruthless gleam shot through his eyes, and a sinister energy diffused from his right palm, turning his entire hand gray, brimming with aggressive energy as if it could lt through bones and sinews, he viciously clawed toward Ye Xuan’s abdon.
However, against this malicious strike, Ye Xuan did not dodge or yield but instead clenched his right hand into a fist, striking out just a mont later than Wen Ziyu.
“Courting death.”
Seeing that Ye Xuan forewent defense, Wen Ziyu secretly rejoiced, thinking it was ridiculous to try to bear his Yin Evil Bone Transforming Palm directly.
Once his palm hit, he believed he could turn the tables and avenge his earlier humiliation.
But expectations are often sweet while reality is cruel.
Just as Wen Ziyu was about to land his palm on Ye Xuan, the latter’s abdon suddenly retracted, and simultaneously, Ye Xuan’s fist leaned forward, overtaking Wen Ziyu, and landed an extrely masculine and domineering punch squarely on Wen Ziyu’s right cheek.
With a “thud,” as the fist connected, several bloodied teeth were knocked out, and Wen Ziyu’s body did a full two rotations mid-air before crashing down violently.
The right cheek that had been struck swelled up rapidly.
The Yin Hall disciples at this mont instinctively touched their own right cheeks, then took in a sharp breath.
Such forceful punch; even as re onlookers, it sent a chill down their spines.
“You damn bastard…”
Holding his now extrely swollen right cheek, Wen Ziyu shakily got to his feet, his eyes brimming with a venomous look, “To mar my flawless face with a scar, you’re finished, you will absolutely be…”
Bang!
Before Wen Ziyu could finish speaking, he took another punch to the left cheek, which had been unscathed until then, and his body was sent flying once more.
This ti, both sides of his face were equally disfigured, his entire visage swollen like a pig’s head.
“Sorry, I kind of don’t like it when people threaten ,” Ye Xuan said, appearing innocuous.
“You…”
Wen Ziyu was nearly driven mad with rage.
Never before had he been thrashed like this, it was his first ti being beaten to a pulp, the first ti being turned into a pig-head, his fury beyond words.
Lying on the ground, he glared at Ye Xuan wanting to say more, but just as he began to articulate the word “you,” his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.
With Wen Ziyu’s collapse, the atmosphere on the scene imdiately quietened.
Looking down at Wen Ziyu, who lay on the ground like a dead dog, the Yin Hall disciples also swallowed hard.
Such a pitiful sight.
Whoosh!
Right then, Ye Xuan’s gaze suddenly shifted from Wen Ziyu’s body to them, sending a chill through them.
“Hehe, Brother Ye Xuan, we were just passing by…”
Realizing their bad luck, they imdiately plastered smiles on their faces.
Of course, they weren’t just passing by, and they had a certain relationship with Wen Ziyu.
But at this mont, admitting it was akin to being the biggest fools; if Ye Xuan decided to thrash them, it would probably only take a flick of his finger.
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