Is the Holy Son That Awesome?

Next, Hua Qiang began his usual routine: touching the corpse, haha, a mistake, a body search.

After searching all the valuables on these people, amidst their expressions of resentment, anger, and grievance, Hua Qiang calmly Wen Dao, "Tell me, who sent you to deal with me?"

I advise you not to waste time; if you challenge my bottom line, the consequences will be dire!

The crowd looked at each other, but no one spoke.

How dare they betray those who were behind it?

They won't even know how they die.

"It seems you'd rather suffer yourself than betray your sugar daddy!"

Seeing everyone's hesitant expressions, Hua Qiang shook his head and said, "Nobody's going to talk, right? Then we won't."

After saying that, he raised his foot and stepped on someone's arm.

With a crack, the man's arm was shattered.

Ah--

The man let out a scream and then promptly fainted.

However, Hua Qiang did not stop and stomped on his thigh again.

Click!

A sound of a thigh bone breaking jolted the unconscious disciple awake from his daze. He let out another scream before passing out again.

Click!

Another bone broke, and the man was jolted awake from his unconsciousness by the pain, then he cried.

"Stop stomping on me! I'll tell you who's behind this! Stop torturing me, I can't take it anymore!"

Hua Qiang stopped and said with a look of sympathy, "Why didn't you say so earlier? Poor kid, you have to suffer!"

"It was... it was Zhang Xiang who sent us to deal with you!"

"Zhang Xiang?"

The overseas Chinese frowned and Wen Dao, "Who is Zhang Xiang?"

"He, he is the Holy Son's guardian!"

"Why did the Holy Son send you to deal with me?"

Hua Qiang was puzzled as to how he had gotten involved with the Holy Son Su again, especially since the Holy Son seemed to harbor ill will towards him.

"This... I don't know. I know everything, please forgive me!"

Hua Qiang could tell from his expression that he wasn't lying, and then he approached a disciple dressed in inner sect attire.

One foot stepped on his hand, and with a crack, the sound of bones breaking made the others tremble involuntarily; two of them even got wet in their groin.

"You should know why, right?" Hua Qiang said, lifting his foot again.

The man was in excruciating pain, and seeing that Hua Qiang was about to torture him again, he quickly begged for mercy, saying, "No, please stop, I'll talk, I'll talk."

The Holy Son likes Zhao Zhiqing, Senior Sister Zhao, and you entered the sect with Zhao Zhiqing today, behaving so intimately. The Holy Son must be furious.

So, by having his guards find someone to deal with you, we've become the scapegoats.

"The Holy Son?"

Hua Qiang frowned again. Seeing Hua Qiang's expression, the man assumed he was intimidated by the title of "Holy Son" and quickly tried to intimidate him.

"Junior brother, we are all disciples of the Holy Son! Release us immediately! If word gets to the Holy Son you have injured us, you will face dire consequences!"

"Get your stinky feet off us now and let us go, or you won't even know how you died!"

"You dare to hit the Holy Son? You must have a death wish!"

Click!

"Hey, you bastard, why did you break my leg again?"

Hehe!

Hua Qiang sneered twice, "Holy Son, how majestic you are!"

I'm so scared!

"You think you can scare me by bringing up the name of the Holy Son? Who the hell is he?"

"Sending you to deal with me today is the biggest mistake of his life. I'll have a good talk with him when I have time!"

With a series of sharp clicks, Hua Qiang greeted the remaining few people again before finally letting them go.

After all, they were disciples of a sect. If he really killed them, the sect would definitely not let him off the hook.

Furthermore, the Holy Son sent them to cause trouble for him only to teach him a lesson and warn him; he had no intention of killing him.

Therefore, they have not yet reached the point of being mortal enemies.

The Middle Three Heavens, the first day of the third day, the Northern Region.

Clouds and mist swirled, and auspicious light appeared and disappeared.

The Sacred Sound Palace is like a magnificent palace floating in the clouds.

Inside the main hall of the Sacred Sound Palace, the luxurious decorations could not conceal the cold and aloof atmosphere.

Nalan Yan, the most beloved and closed-door disciple of the Sacred Sound Immortal King, was sitting lazily in front of her dressing table at this moment.

She rested her chin on her hands, gazing at her stunningly beautiful face reflected in the bronze mirror.

Her skin was as white as snow, her eyes were full of affection, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall.

Yet, despite her stunning beauty, she could not hide the sorrow in her eyes.

Involuntarily, Hua Qiang's voice and smile appeared in her mind.

Hua Qiang's handsome face and hearty laughter still seem to echo in my ears.

Nalan Yan muttered to herself, "Where are you now, you rascal?"

Have you ever been to the Immortal Realm?

Is she also thinking of me?

Do you even know that you, as a woman, are facing the predicament of being forced into marriage?

If you don't show up soon, you woman will become someone else's bride, and don't blame me for making sure you're cuckolded then.

As she spoke, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and her originally dim eyes instantly lit up, like twinkling stars in the night sky.

"In three months, the Ancient Secret Realm will open."

It seems that only by hiding inside can one escape this universally despised political marriage.

She bit her lower lip, thinking to herself, "At worst, I'll just hide in there for a hundred years. I want to see how they can force me now!"

Thinking of this, she nodded, her eyes filled with determination.

"Yes, that's the plan. Nobody can force me to marry someone I don't like!"

Having said that, she stood up and looked at the sea of clouds outside the main hall, as if she could already see herself moving freely in the Ancient Secret Realm, an unknown adventure beckoning to her.

When Hua Qiang returned to his residence, he had just opened the door when he heard Zhao Zhiqing and Wenren Yu laughing and chatting happily inside.

The two were engrossed in conversation when their keen senses instantly alerted them to Hua Qiang's return.

In an instant, the laughter and chatter ceased abruptly, and four eyes turned Hua Qiang, their gazes seemingly trying to see right through him.

"Brother, you're finally back!"

Wenren Yu was the first to react, leaping to Hua Qiang's side like a nimble little deer.

"Where have you been all day?"

As she spoke, her gaze fell upon the mottled bloodstains on Hua Qiang's clothes, and her face paled instantly.

"Ah! Why are there bloodstains on you? What happened? Did you get into a fight? Are you injured?"

A moment later, Zhao Zhiqing also quickly walked to Hua Qiang's side.

The two Goddess, circling around Hua Qiang. Their hands were thorough, touching him from head to toe, inside and out, examining his body carefully.

Only after confirming that Hua Qiang had no wounds did the two breathe a sigh of relief, their tense nerves finally relaxing.

But then, as if they had planned it, the two stood on either side of Hua Qiang and stared at him like they were interrogating a criminal.

Zhao Zhiqing put her hands on her hips, Wenren Yu frowned slightly. The two of them asked in unison, "Tell us honestly, what exactly happened today?"

Hua Qiang felt a chill run down his spine under the intense gaze of those two pairs of eyes. Helpless, he could only smile wryly, raise his hands in surrender, and obediently say, "That's how it is..."