Bullying the Weak, Fight!

Pang Youdao's eyebrows twitched a few times. How could his son be so useless? They were both at the Third Stage of the Saint Realm, and he even brought more than ten followers. He tried to bully the weak with numbers, but he still got beaten up.

He desperately wanted to say that he didn't know this person, that this person wasn't his son—how embarrassing!

However, seeing his son in such a disheveled state, he became furious.

This guy is fucking outrageous! Doesn't he know this good-for-nothing is his own son?

The saying goes, "Even when beating a dog, one must consider its owner." If he dares to lay a hand on his own son, wouldn't that mean he doesn't respect him?

Such a person has no respect for leadership and no sense of hierarchy; this child cannot be kept.

"Young man, state your name. Do you study under anyone? Do you know who I am?"

Hua Qiang inwardly curled his lip, thinking to himself, "Hmph, judging by this, they're probably going to use their status to intimidate me."

This man was dressed in a black robe, his clothes fluttering, and he exuded an air of authority that came from someone who had long held a high position.

Hua Qiang guessed that this person must have a high status within the outer sect.

I'm just a newcomer, and as someone under someone else's roof, I still have to follow the basic rules.

So he clasped his hands in a respectful greeting and said, "Greetings, sir..."

The words had barely left his mouth when he suddenly stopped, realizing he had no idea who the other person was.

Seeing Hua Qiang's demeanor, Pang Youdao slightly raised his chin, his expression arrogant, and declared in a booming voice, "I Pang Youdao, the Great Elder of the Outer Sect!"

Hua Qiang was startled, but his face remained impassive. He clasped his hands in greeting again and said respectfully, "Oh, greetings, Great Elder. I am Hua Qiang, an Outer Sect Disciple. I have only been in the sect for two days and have not yet had the opportunity to become a disciple of anyone."

Upon hearing this, Pang Youdao looked Hua Qiang up and down, thinking to himself, "Hua Qiang? So he's just a greenhorn who's only just started out."

He hasn't even figured out the sect's rules yet, and he dares to cause trouble here, even offending his own son. He's probably just a reckless fool who doesn't know his place.

Upon hearing that Hua Qiang did not yet have a master, Pang Youdao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This would make handling the matter much easier, and he wouldn't have to worry about offending any colleagues.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Pang Youdao's face instantly darkened, like a stormy cloud gathering, and his voice turned cold and menacing. "Do you know your crime?"

Hua Qiang, looking completely innocent, spread his hands and said matter-of-factly, "I don't know what crime the Great Elder has committed?"

"Since joining the sect, I have always been well-behaved and dutiful, and have never actively sought out trouble."

As he spoke, he glanced up at Pang Wubei, who was hiding behind Pang Youdao, and grinned, revealing a seemingly simple and honest smile.

"Brother, perhaps you see I'm new here and want to exchange skills with me to strengthen our camaraderie!"

"Great Elder, do you think this behavior also constitutes a violation of the sect's rules?"

Upon hearing this, Pang Youdao frowned deeply, his brows furrowing into a deep frown. He cursed inwardly, "You cunning little brat! You think you can so easily brush off the fight and call it a friendly exchange?"

Hmph, do you really think I'm old and blind, and don't know what's going on?

"Can a friendly sparring match really beat someone to a pulp, leaving them lying on the ground with broken arms and legs, crying for their parents?"

Such a cunning and sophistical person would be a scourge to the sect and must not be allowed to remain.

"Boy, stop trying to talk your way out of this!" Pang Youdao glared angrily and jabbed Hua Qiang with his finger.

"You abused your power, brutally beat up disciples of the sect, and even threatened your fellow disciples. Such heinous acts deserve death!"

"This elder, considering your young age, will spare your life. Now, cripple your own cultivation and get down the mountain."

Upon hearing this, Hua Qiang was furious and cursed inwardly, "This old bastard is too unreasonable. He wants me to cripple my own power and get out of the Azure Cloud Sect."

"In this desolate wilderness, if I go out, those ferocious beasts will devour me whole, leaving not even bones. This is clearly a way to kill me!"

Hua Qiang was by nature straightforward, and now that his temper had completely flared up, he didn't care about anything else.

If this place doesn't want me, there are plenty of other places that will. At worst, I'll just say goodbye to my wife and find somewhere else.

He immediately raised his chin, looked directly at Pang Youdao, and shouted, "Old man, you've gone too far!"

"How can someone with such a narrow mind be worthy of the position of Great Elder?"

Pang Youdao never expected that this kid would dare to defy him like this. He felt a surge of anger rise from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his aura suddenly surged up, spreading outwards with a tangible pressure.

"You bastard, you're asking for it!"

He roared and slapped Hua Qiang hard across the face, determined to teach this reckless brat a lesson.

He'll learn his lesson; how could he let such a verbal attack go unpunished!

"Holy shit!"

"Old dog, you have no martial ethics, you actually bully the weak with your strength."

"Aren't you afraid of being blamed by the Sect Master for your actions, and for being held accountable for your wolfish ambitions, stifling the sect's talents, and attempting to overthrow the sect?"

"You bastard, how dare you slander me like this! Today, no matter what, I will punish you severely!"

"No one can protect you, I'm telling you!"

Hua Qiang's eyes narrowed, and he concentrated all his strength into his right arm, then clenched it and threw a punch, simultaneously activating the Law of Dark Matter.

His opponent's level was far superior to his, so he had to go all out.

A fist completely enveloped in dark matter, emanating an aura of destruction, met Pang Youdao's outstretched palm.

Bang!

Pang Youdao never expected that someone who seemed like an ant in front of him would dare to defy him and even punch him in the palm.

He was astonished to find that the punch Hua Qiang had thrown at him possessed the power of laws.

The person before me is only at the Third Stage of the Saint Realm; how could he possibly possess the power of laws?

Moreover, being able to mobilize and skillfully utilize it—what kind of freak is this?

Is the power of laws something that only those who have reached the sixth rank can comprehend?

Even after many years at the sixth level, he had only grasped the basics and could barely apply them in actual combat.

However, he sensed the power of law representing destruction emanating from his opponent's fist.

At that moment, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Although the opponent didn't pose a direct threat of death to him, their powerful attacks still terrified him.

Moreover, how furious would the sect's higher-ups be if they found out that such a prodigy had bullied and suppressed him?

How will they judge themselves then?

At this moment, he was caught in a dilemma.

Just as the fist was about to collide with his palm, he quickly gathered all the power in his body and channeled it into his palm, further increasing its power.

Bang!

A violent collision sounded in the air. He felt his palm being constantly devoured and corroded by that intense destructive aura, to the point that the skin on his palm rotted away.

The destructive aura actually traveled up his arm and into his body, making him feel as if a part of his life had been consumed.

Pang Youdao was terrified and quickly retreated a distance, desperately channeling his inner Yuan Power to confront the invading destructive element, slowly forcing it out of his body.

Hua Qiang was sent flying dozens of meters by the opponent's palm strike, then landed on the ground, staggering back more than ten steps before barely managing to regain his footing.