Another Contest of Fathers

Pang Wubei was now furious, with veins bulging on his forehead like writhing, ferocious snakes.

The gang of men he brought with him would boast endlessly in front of him, pounding their chests as if each of them were a hero capable of taking on ten men.

But who could have predicted that they would be easily beaten to the ground with just a few punches and kicks, crying and screaming for their parents?

These incompetent fools are good for nothing and good for making things worse!

Pang Wubei felt disgusted, as if he had swallowed a fly, when he thought of all the kindness and favors he had received in the past.

Weapons, Pills, cultivation techniques—each and every one of these consumed a great deal of his effort and resources.

He fully expected to cultivate a group of loyal and capable henchmen who could fight for him and support him.

And the result?

At this crucial juncture, when faced with a real battle, they proved so incompetent, as fragile as paper.

He couldn't even last a single exchange against his opponent; he had utterly lost face.

"That bastard, that son of a bitch, he's got some nerve! How dare he be so arrogant, completely disregarding me!"

Pang Wubei cursed through gritted teeth, his face flushed red with anger, like a ripe tomato about to rot.

A few strands of hair on his forehead were blown about wildly by his heavy breathing.

As the Second Senior Brother of the Outer Sect, he was used to the awe-inspiring gazes and flattery of others.

Within this small territory, his authority was like the blazing sun high in the sky, brooking no challenge whatsoever.

But now, this guy is showing such disrespect and blatantly provoking him—how can he tolerate this?

"Hmph, I will break every single bone in your body, so that you can neither live nor die."

Let me show you that the consequences of offending my dignity are worse than descending to the Eighteen Levels of Hell!

Pang Wubei spoke fiercely, and with a flash of light in his hand, a Longsword suddenly appeared.

With both hands gripping the sword hilt tightly, he swung it forward with a sudden motion. In an instant, the space seemed to be swallowed up by a Primordial Giant Beast, the air was sucked away completely, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a deadly vacuum.

Immediately afterwards, the Longsword grew longer in the wind, instantly transforming into a giant sword that blotted out the sky.

Runes flickered on the sword's blade, each rune seemingly containing the power to create the world, as if before it, all things in the world were as insignificant as ants, only able to offer their necks for slaughter and be at its mercy.

Hua Qiang initially thought Pang Wubei was just bluffing, but he was taken aback by the fact that the other party had such terrifying methods.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Hua Qiang's lips curled into a slight, unrestrained smile, and he snapped his fingers crisply.

With a "snap," a flame suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The flame was no bigger than a finger and looked harmless.

With a "whoosh," the flame shot straight towards the tip of the giant sword like an arrow.

This flame may seem weak, but it contains boundless heat and destructive power.

The moment it touched the tip of the sword, it hissed and crackled, as if a hungry Taotie had encountered a delicacy, and the sound lingered as it traveled up the blade.

Wherever it passed, the indestructible sword blade seemed to melt and shorten rapidly, like snow under the warm spring sun.

Pang Wubei watched in disbelief as his family's secret technique, which he relied on for his arrogance and which required countless days of practice to master the sword element, was so easily destroyed by his opponent. He was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"How... how is this possible? His aura is clearly only at the Third Stage of the Saint Realm, no different from mine, how could he have such abilities?"

Pang Wubei was filled with disbelief. His former confidence collapsed instantly, and he stood rooted to the spot, at a loss for what to do.

At this moment, the flames, having burned away the giant sword, seemed still not satisfied. Carrying a scorching heatwave and deadly danger, they shot towards Pang Wubei with a blinding flash of light.

Pang Wubei then seemed to wake from a dream. In a panic, he stumbled backward, waving his hands wildly in an attempt to fend off the flames rushing towards him.

In the chaos, he stumbled and his front foot was caught on a protruding rock. He lost his balance instantly and fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

At this moment, he was completely devoid of his previous arrogance. His face was filled with fear and panic, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

His lips trembled as he cried out, "You... you quickly put away your supernatural powers! You can't touch me! Do you know who I am?"

"My father is the Great Elder of the outer sect of the sect. He can make the ground tremble with a stomp of his foot."

If you dare lay a finger on me, my father will never let you get away with it. He'll skin you alive and make you regret ever being born!

The voice echoed through the empty valley, a threat that was all bark and no bite.

Hua Qiang scoffed. This guy was truly brainless. Knowing he was at a disadvantage, he didn't know to beg for mercy, yet he still arrogantly threatened others and even brought up his backing. Another one who relied on his father's connections.

The flames, having received no order to retreat, showed no sign of stopping and continued their fierce advance.

Pang Youdao was sitting upright on a futon in the quiet room, cultivating diligently. The surroundings were quiet and silent, with only his long and steady breathing.

Suddenly, a sudden, inexplicable feeling of palpitation surged into my heart like a tidal wave, without warning.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze like two sharp, cold beams, vigilantly scrutinizing every corner around him.

Inside the stone chamber, everything was neatly arranged without any abnormalities. The candlelight flickered on the walls, casting dappled shadows, and there was not a trace of any danger.

"Strange, where does this inexplicable palpitation come from?" Pang Youdao frowned and muttered to himself.

A vague sense of foreboding crept into my heart, as if a heavy gloom was quietly gathering.

In the blink of an eye, as if by telepathy, the image of his beloved son suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Could it be that something happened to Wu Bei?"

Thinking of this, he dared not delay for a moment and immediately activated his Spiritual Sense, spreading it out in all directions like an invisible net.

In an instant, he realized that his son was not in the palace where he usually lived. This discovery was like a heavy hammer blow to his heart, and the feeling of panic intensified, like a trapped beast rampaging in his chest.

With a "whoosh," Pang Youdao's figure flashed into the air like a ghost, his clothes fluttering wildly, just like Goshawk spreading its wings.

After locking onto his son's unique soul imprint, he sped off in that direction like lightning, his Spiritual Sense continuously extending outwards, taking control of everything he passed, from mountains and rivers to flowers and trees.

Finally, in the valley behind the mountain, he saw his son lying on the ground in a sorry state, his face full of terror, his eyes fixed on a beam of flame shooting towards him, as if it were a deadly demon.

"Damn it, stop!" Pang Youdao's eyes widened in anger, and his voice was like a thunderclap, causing the surrounding branches and leaves to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, he took a step forward and instantly approached Hua Qiang and Pang Wubei.

Hua Qiang glanced at the newcomer, his expression calm, and snapped his fingers again.

The flame vanished as if it had never existed.

Pang Wubei was stunned at first, but when she saw that it was her father who had come, her eyes instantly reddened, tears and snot streamed down her face, and she cried out at the top of her lungs.

"Father, your son has been terribly bullied! You must get justice for me!"

"I must skin that brat alive, tear him apart, and crush every bone in his body to vent my anger! Father, you can't let him off so easily!"

Crying, she scrambled to her feet and hid behind Pang Youdao, staring at Hua Qiang with venomous eyes.