The Rampaging Leng Yuanting

"Zhu Ping'an, why aren't you kneeling and kowtowing to take me as your master?"

Seeing Zhu Ping'an unmoving, Mr. Cheng's face took on a hint of displeasure.

"Hahahaha!"

Zhu Ping'an suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, laughing with utter abandon, as if he had suddenly lost his mind.

Mr. Cheng's expression turned completely cold.

"Zhu Ping'an, what are you laughing at?"

"What am I laughing at?" Zhu Ping'an stared at Mr. Cheng, speaking word by word. "I'm laughing at your sanctimonious facade, I'm laughing at your utter hypocrisy, I'm laughing at your insatiable greed, I'm laughing at you being a stunted little dwarf who never grew up!"

Mr. Cheng fell silent at this, his face expressionless, but anyone could see that he was now like a volcano on the verge of eruption, ready to kill at any moment.

Yet Zhu Ping'an paid it no mind, his mouth still spewing wildly, words pouring out like cannon fire.

"I'm laughing at you—clearly you're the one greedy for the Starry Sky Ancient Saint's legacy, yet you have to drag out the grand cause of the Human Race to pressure me. What a perfect act of having your cake and eating it too! You want to be the whore, and you want the chastity arch! And you even sent the other College Entrance Examination students away first—what, you know what you're doing can't be seen by too many people?"

"Student Ping'an, are you done?"

Mr. Cheng's expression didn't change at all.

"Let me tell you a story. Once, a Sixth-Rank Martial Artist called me a dwarf. Then I sliced his flesh off piece by piece, fried it every day, and fed it to him. I have to say, a Sixth-Rank Martial Artist's vitality is truly tenacious—he lasted a full half-year before dying. I wonder how long you can hold out?"

"Threatening me? Pah! You little dwarf, you never-grown-up piece of trash! Your body never grew, so I bet your little dick never grew either, right? Is it even as thick as my pinky? Or is it just a little teapot spout? If you've got the guts, kill me right now! Stop pretending to be some big bad wolf!"

Zhu Ping'an was utterly unrestrained, his curses vicious and foul.

Mayor Lin Zhao, standing nearby, felt his scalp go numb and quickly pinched his own philtrum to keep from fainting.

Zhu Ping'an didn't know who Mr. Cheng was, but Lin Zhao knew perfectly well!

Mr. Cheng was a genuine Seventh-Rank Martial Artist, someone who could touch the core circles of the Great Xia Ancient Kingdom. Even as a mayor, Lin Zhao had to treat Mr. Cheng with the respect of a junior.

If it weren't for the accident in the Secret Realm of Star Gazing's Green City region, prompting Kyoto to send someone directly, Lin Zhao—as the mayor of Green City—would have needed an appointment just to see Mr. Cheng.

He had originally wanted to mediate the conflict between the two, but hearing Zhu Ping'an curse Mr. Cheng like this, he knew today's matter could not end peacefully.

How could a Martial Artist of such standing tolerate being cursed to his face by a junior?

Sure enough, Mr. Cheng acted directly!

He raised his hand and instantly seized Zhu Ping'an by the throat, lifting him into the air.

The scene looked utterly absurd—a child of seven or eight hoisting the one-meter-eighty-plus Zhu Ping'an off the ground—but no one could bring themselves to laugh.

"You're quite something. You're the most courageous young man I've seen in years. But youthful arrogance comes at a price." Mr. Cheng's words dripped with icy killing intent.

"Mr. Cheng, please don't act rashly. Ping'an really is the hero who saved so many examinees..."

Lin Zhao tried to intercede, but Mr. Cheng suddenly turned his head and roared.

"Scram!"

The sound waves materialized into a solid force, sending Lin Zhao flying. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

With just a single roar, he had injured Lin Zhao, a Sixth-Rank Martial Artist, from a distance. The terror of a Seventh-Rank Martial Artist was almost unimaginable!

"Hand over the Starry Sky Ancient Saint's legacy, or else—not only will you die!" Mr. Cheng's face twisted into a cruel grin. "Your parents, every living person in your family—they'll all die! Rest assured, I mean every word!"

Zhu Ping'an felt all the blood in his body surge to the crown of his head in that instant!

He wasn't afraid of Mr. Cheng, because he knew he had the protection of the plot—Mr. Cheng couldn't kill him. But when Mr. Cheng threatened his family, true fury ignited within him!

"Chuyi!"

Zhu Ping'an roared. The Sword Spirit Chuyi felt its master's call and instantly appeared in Zhu Ping'an's hand. The moment he gripped the sword, a dazzling golden light blazed in the depths of his eyes.

Without hesitation, he unleashed the Immortal Devil Sword Technique—his strongest move so far, the very same technique he had used moments ago to defeat Ye Qingxian at full power.

Under the enhancement of the Nine Revolutions Starry Sky Technique, this sword strike became even more terrifying. A flash of golden light, and the long sword slashed toward Mr. Cheng.

The strike was so fast it left an afterimage in place, but the gap in their realms was still too vast. Mr. Cheng caught Chuyi between two fingers.

"What a powerful sword! Though your realm is only early First-Rank, I'd wager even a peak First-Rank Warrior could have their throat slit by you if they let their guard down! But to strike at me—you're not qualified!"

Zhu Ping'an didn't argue. Instead, he reached for another short sword with his other hand, and in that moment, his eyes turned pitch-black like ink.

Shortsword Fifteenth Day! The demon sword of the Immortal Devil Sword Technique was unleashed!

This strike was even faster than the celestial sword before it, utterly silent, without a trace of fluctuation—like a single drop of water merging into the ocean.

Mr. Cheng hadn't expected that Zhu Ping'an, after such a powerful strike, still had another trick up his sleeve!

Caught off guard, the robe over his chest was sliced open.

Mr. Cheng's face darkened completely.

Though Zhu Ping'an's full-powered strike hadn't actually injured him, for a Seventh-Rank Martial Artist to have his robe cut by a First-Rank Warrior was a profound humiliation!

After all, there were five entire major realms between them!

Mr. Cheng swung Zhu Ping'an like a sack of grain and slammed him heavily into the ground. With a loud crash, the hard granite floor was smashed into a human-shaped crater, and the two swords flew from his hands.

Zhu Ping'an felt as if his internal organs had been displaced, the pain so intense he could barely feel them anymore. He spat out a mouthful of blood and completely lost the ability to resist.

But Mr. Cheng wasn't done. He slammed Zhu Ping'an into the ground again and again, over and over.

"Dad! Save him!"

Leng Tianjiao, watching Zhu Ping'an's miserable state from the side, couldn't help gripping Leng Yuanting's hand.

"Jiaojiao, Dad knows he saved you, and you're grateful to him for it, but to offend that Mr. Cheng over some life-saving grace—no matter how you look at it, it's not worth it."

Leng Yuanting wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Even if Zhu Ping'an had offended Lin Zhao, the city mayor, he would have stepped in without a second word. But of all people, Zhu Ping'an had to offend Mr. Cheng, that towering figure.

As the head of the Leng Family, he naturally weighed things from a profit perspective. A single Zhu Ping'an, compared to offending Mr. Cheng, clearly didn't carry enough weight.

"I... I'm already pregnant with his child!" To force Leng Yuanting to act, Leng Tianjiao, in her desperation, fabricated a reason he couldn't refuse.

"What did you say?" Leng Yuanting shot up from his seat.

He had six sons, but only one daughter—Leng Tianjiao. From the time she was little, he had held her in his hands, afraid she'd fall, and cradled her in his mouth, afraid she'd melt, spoiling her beyond measure.

Now, hearing that his precious daughter was carrying another man's child, how could he stay seated?

"Are you telling the truth? Not lying to me? That brat really got you pregnant?" Leng Yuanting pressed urgently.

"Yes!" Leng Tianjiao steeled herself and nodded. She understood—only this would make Leng Yuanting act.

Sure enough, without a moment's hesitation, Leng Yuanting charged straight at Mr. Cheng, who was still brutally beating Zhu Ping'an.

"Mr. Cheng, I'll fuck you up!"