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"Why? Because your life is worthless, what else could it be? Can you compare yourself to Han Young Master? Speak again and you're asking for death! Buzzing like a mosquito, it's truly annoying!" The Petty Official was clearly on the verge of fury.
"I..." The young man barely opened his mouth when the Petty Official kicked towards his head, the force generating a gust of wind. If that kick connected, even if he didn't lose his head, he would surely meet his end.
"Ah—!" A scream erupted as Zhao Yang kicked the Petty Official's leg, breaking it. Furious, the Petty Official shouted, "So it's you! You dare to slaughter members of the Yao Gang in Yuwang City? You’re asking for death by attacking a public official! When the Imperial Guard arrives, you'll wish you were dead, and your Divine Soul will shatter!"
Zhao Yang said nothing, irritated by such noise. He stepped forward five paces until he stood before the Petty Official, staring expressionlessly at him like a harbinger of death. Amidst the Petty Official's screams, he crushed the official's skull with a single step.
"I don't understand where you get the courage to speak to me like that," Zhao Yang said lightly after the Petty Official was dead. His voice was neither loud nor soft, yet all around them could hear.
"What?! He killed an official from Yuwang City!" someone exclaimed in shock.
Zhao Yang's reckless behavior left many cultivators horrified. Most of them were only at the Foundation Establishment Stage; they had never witnessed someone so unflinching in murder.
"You think this is impressive? Slaughtering innocents isn't heroism; at most, you're just a demon!" came a voice that seemed to drift through the air, clearly using some strange method of communication. No one could tell who had spoken.
Zhao Yang did not argue but simply replied, "I'm in a hurry."
"In a hurry to indiscriminately kill innocents? Is this what righteous people do? You're merely at the third level of Foundation Establishment Stage; if you don't learn restraint, you'll pay for your actions!" The voice echoed again.
"If I were you, I wouldn't keep talking," Zhao Yang said coldly, issuing an ultimatum.
"I'm just saying, what can you do to me?" The cultivator seemed quite confident in his abilities and spoke without fear.
In the next moment, Zhao Yang vanished and appeared before a young man in red among the crowd. With a smile that was both sweet and chilling, he said, "Aren't you going to run?"
The young man’s face turned ashen as he exclaimed, “How do you know it’s mine?”
Zhao Yang scoffed, “It’s just the use of Divine Sense; I’m more familiar with it than you!” With a swift motion, he struck out his palm. The young man was sent flying backward, but the next moment, his eyes widened in agony as he screamed in pain. Zhao Yang's speed had surpassed his comprehension; he hadn’t even seen how the boy moved before a sharp pain erupted in his abdomen. His Qi Sea churned violently, and his Foundation Stage shattered, leaving him crumpled on the ground.
“I’ve crippled your cultivation so you can learn who to provoke and who not to,” Zhao Yang said, leaving those words behind as he turned toward the Teleportation Array. The crowd quickly stepped back, making way for him.
“Bold of you!” a booming voice echoed from above. A figure clad in armor descended from the sky, wielding a battle blade that glowed with Divine Fire, radiating brilliance and unleashing waves of heat.
“Core Formation Stage?” Zhao Yang dodged to the side, narrowing his eyes as he scrutinized the newcomer, murmuring warily to himself.
“Hm? You managed to evade my strike!” The newcomer was astonished; he had clearly locked onto the young boy with his Divine Sense but hadn’t expected him to break free from its grasp.
“You must be the city guard that little guy mentioned,” Zhao Yang asked.
“I am the Elite Guard Leader of Yuwang City, not some city guard as you claim!” the Elite Guard Leader corrected him loudly.
“Oh, so you’re still just a city guard; it’s merely a different title,” Zhao Yang nodded and replied earnestly.
“I’ve told you I’m not a city guard! If you continue to insult me like this, no matter who you are, you will die!” The Elite Guard Leader was furious.
“You are a city guard; you are a city guard! You’re all city guards!” Zhao Yang shouted like a child throwing a tantrum.
The crowd stood in stunned silence.
Whoosh!
The battle blade of the Elite Guard Leader sliced through the air, aiming to cleave Zhao Yang in half with a powerful strike to his left rib.
Clang—!
A deafening resonance echoed as Zhao Yang stood firm, gripping the battle blade with his hand, his expression nonchalant as if it were of no consequence. This was, of course, a demonstration of his Power Rules, the application of weight and significance.
"What?!" "How is that possible?!" The onlookers gasped in shock, their mouths agape enough to fit a fist.
The Elite Guard Leader was equally astonished, stammering, "How old are you to possess such cultivation? Are you a practitioner of the Divine Transformation Stage?"
The Elite Guard Leader knew well the power behind his strike; facing it head-on could easily slay practitioners of the same level. He realized he could not discern the depth of this young man's cultivation despite being in the early stages of Core Formation.
Zhao Yang did not respond. In his hand, a radiant light appeared, forming seven luminous blades. The Void Blade burst forth, causing the Elite Guard Leader to stagger back. He found that he could not pry the battle blade from Zhao Yang's fingers. In a panic, he activated his Golden Core Barrier for defense. The barrier deflected the first two Void Blades, but the remaining ones struck him directly, shattering his armor and leaving him bloodied and broken on the ground.
"Did I say you were a city guard? If you want to kill me, you should weigh your own worth first. Today, I will cripple your cultivation so you can understand the consequences of challenging me!" Zhao Yang declared arrogantly.
He walked forward with deliberate grace until he stood before the Elite Guard Leader, glaring at him while also challenging the other guards behind him with a provocative gaze. The Elite Guard Leader's face turned pale with fear as he pleaded, "You can't cripple my cultivation; otherwise, the City Lord won't let you off! He is my uncle!"
"Your uncle?" Zhao Yang was taken aback, his expression peculiar. He recalled countless times in his past life when people boasted about their uncles being county heads or department directors, while his own late uncle was just a wall plasterer who fell from scaffolding on the thirteenth floor and died.
"Alright then, I won't cripple your cultivation!" Zhao Yang changed his mind.
The Elite Guard Leader felt a wave of relief wash over him, but a glint of malice flickered in his eyes. He had secretly sent word to notify King Yu; once King Yu arrived, this young man would surely die.
Pfft!
The head of the Elite Guard Leader snapped off with a resounding crack, causing an uproar among the crowd.
"I won't waste your cultivation, but I've decided to kill you. Isn't it seeking death to challenge me in front of my backers?" Zhao Yang scratched his nose, not even glancing at the corpse on the ground as he walked toward the Teleportation Array, acting as if nothing had happened.
"Go back and tell King Yu that if he doesn't strictly control the gangs and family powers in Yuwang City, don't think that just because he is the Father of Yu Qingxue I will let him off. It's just a small town; what kind of king does he think he is? He is overestimating himself." Zhao Yang spoke arrogantly, showing no mercy. Even if King Yu might become his future father-in-law, if he allowed others to act recklessly and bully the weak, born to do evil, he would not show any leniency. This potential father-in-law had mismanaged Yuwang City, leaving a very bad impression on him, which made him somewhat dissatisfied.
Everyone's gaze toward Zhao Yang changed; no one dared to think he was boasting. Zhao Yang summoned the young man who had come to save his mother to join him in the Teleportation Array. Then he pointed at the Silk-clad Youth, who was so scared he looked like he might wet himself, and said, "You, get down."
The Silk-clad Youth's legs trembled as he nodded. The person before him killed without blinking and openly insulted King Yu, making him feel terrified; this was someone he could not provoke!
"Wait." Zhao Yang's voice reached the Silk-clad Youth's ears. His face turned awkward as he slowly turned around with a sycophantic smile.
"Seeing your clothes are so beautiful—Lustrous Attire—glistening all over, they really are nice."
"Uh... thank you for the compliment." The Silk-clad Youth was sweating; could this ruthless person be Longyang Jun? But today he was supposed to meet his future wife. Although this young man looked quite handsome, the thought made him tense up and his face flushed.
"Take off your clothes for me, and also that Gold Chain around your neck and those seven or eight gemstone rings on your hands. Someone like you, a muddy pig with a skin disease, wearing such beautiful clothes and expensive jewelry is inappropriate." Zhao Yang's eyes sparkled as he mumbled. Amidst the Silk-clad Youth's terror and embarrassment, Zhao Yang stripped him bare and put on his clothes. He kicked the naked youth off the Teleportation Array and waved goodbye with a smile to the crowd before disappearing in a flash of white light.
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