Mi Hu now looked like a fish stranded on shore and left to bake in the sun. He didn't want to move a muscle.
His eyes were unfocused, staring helplessly at the sky. He looked so pathetic he was practically drooling.
Aside from the faint breath at the corner of his mouth proving he was still alive, there was no trace of his earlier arrogance in his sorry state.
"Troublesome! What a buzzkill!"
Fang Le glanced at Mi Hu sprawled on the ground and muttered.
The curiosity he'd felt at seeing something new had vanished completely after the interruption.
With an indifferent expression, he walked on.
The onlookers around them seemed to have spotted a vicious beast. They silently cleared a path for him.
"You little bastard! I'll kill you!"
Seeing Fang Le leave, and the onlookers' glances—some gloating, others pitying—Mi Hu felt a surge of Evil Fire rush straight to his head.
After struggling to roll over, he found a gun with a futuristic design in his hand. No one knew when it had appeared.
The Level 5 Soul Guidance Ray Gun was something his elder brother, Mi Long, had gone to great lengths to obtain for his protection.
It had a special energy-conversion circuit inside. By injecting just a tiny amount of Soul Power, it could unleash a powerful attack.
Even a Soul King would be seriously injured if struck by its attack.
And now, the gun's barrel was aimed at Fang Le as he walked away.
"Click!"
The sound of the trigger being pulled rang out as Mi Hu injected his Soul Power.
At the same time, a beam of azure light shot toward Fang Le.
"You're asking for death!"
A cold shout rang out, and a powerful aura burst forth.
The incoming attack was instantly shattered by the force.
Mi Hu, who had been lying on the ground, was also sent flying dozens of meters by the surging aura.
If he hadn't still been in the state of Martial Soul Possession,
the onlookers around them would have been crushed by the aura too, forced to their knees.
Even so, this was the result of Di Tian holding back.
These ants weren't even Titled Douluo. If Fang Le hadn't been interested in making a move earlier, just a wisp of the aura he let slip would have been enough to kill everyone present dozens of times over.
"Whew! Hah!"
How could Fang Le, standing right beside it, not have felt such a commotion?
What's more, the inexplicable sense of danger that had come from behind him still made his skin crawl, even though it had already vanished.
He'd been ambushed!
Leave no evil unpunished! Uproot the weeds so they never grow back—those really were words to live by!
Fang Le turned around.
"Tap, tap, tap!"
A string of footsteps sounded like an escort from the depths of hell.
Their crisp rhythm rang clearly in Mi Hu's ears.
A bone-deep chill seized him.
A moment later, his scalp began to ache. A thoroughly indifferent face appeared before him.
His cheeks were a little chubby, but that did nothing to hide Fang Le's delicate features. He would grow into a real beauty.
But to Mi Hu, the little kid before him looked as terrifying as a soul-reaping demon.
So calm. Those eyes were so calm! It was as if he weren't looking at a living person.
It looked like he was going to die this time.
"My bro—"
Mi Hu had just started to speak when a heavy punch slammed into the side of his face, knocking the plea for mercy right back down his throat.
"Why! Why!"
"I don't wanna start trouble! I damn well hate trouble!"
"You have to pay to enter the city! Fine! I followed the rules and paid, I even paid extra!
Why the hell did you still stop me? Can't you survive without squeezing a few Gold Soul Coins out of me?!"
With every sentence, Fang Le slapped the face of the man in his hands.
"My brother... is from Sh... the Mysterious..."
Mi Hu still tried to struggle, managing to force out a few words.
"Fuck! You son of a—"
Fang Le suddenly tossed the man in his hands to the ground and started kicking him!
"You dumbass! You think having a brother from Shrek makes you so damn special? You think being a dog of the Mysterious Underworld Sect makes you so damn special?
You've got connections. You think I don't?
Are your eyes shoved up your ass? Even an idiot could tell that guy in black over there is an expert.
Go get the Mysterious Underworld Sect Master! Get a Titled Douluo from Shrek! Let's see if they dare try anything!
Fuck!"
Fang Le kept talking, and his foot kept moving.
His earlier kick had only been meant to knock Mi Hu back. Even when Mi Hu fell to the ground, it had only hurt him a little.
But now, Fang Le was putting his full strength into every kick.
Each blow came with a muffled thud and the crisp crack of breaking bones.
He beat the man before him into a swollen, misshapen mess.
His Soul Rings shattered and dissipated, and his Martial Soul Possession ended.
"And another thing... Never mind. You're not worth hearing it!
Watch yourself in your next life!"
Seeing the man beneath his feet with his Martial Soul shattered, Fang Le suddenly lost interest in saying any more.
What a lousy place!
He waved his hand, and Twin Star appeared in it. Raising the sword and leaning back, he swung it hard at Mi Hu's neck.
The blade sliced through the air.
"Whoosh!"
Mi Hu's powerful will to survive made him raise an arm to block. But terror and despair kept him from looking at the death rushing toward him.
"Huh? I'm not dead?"
He felt no pain. He tried opening his eyes and saw nothing but the blue sky.
Turning his head, he found a greatsword planted firmly in the ground beside his head.
Fang Le stood there, leaning on the sword and staring blankly at him.
Of course. He's still a kid after all! I'm lucky to have kept my life! You little bastard, just wait...
Realizing his life had been spared, Mi Hu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As he rejoiced, he was already planning how to bring his brother back and get revenge.
But before he could enjoy it for long, two sudden bursts of pain dragged him back to reality.
"If you want revenge, I'll be waiting! But you'd better hope I'm still not ready to kill next time.
Oh, I left you one hand and one foot. With a crutch, you should still be able to eat and get around."
Fang Le dragged his sword away, his words trailing behind him.
Mi Hu, missing an arm and a leg, was left behind, wailing where he lay.
"Let's go! Oh, Uncle Long, do you have a cloth? The sword's dirty."
In a quiet courtyard in the south of Lingdou City,
Mi Long, a tall man, stood outside the courtyard with two underlings, confronting a pretty woman inside.
He'd felt an inexplicable pang of unease, but assumed he'd simply not slept well. He continued speaking in a patient, earnest tone.
"Your little girl is lucky our young sect master took a liking to her!
As long as she helps our young sect master awaken, she'll be the future young sect master's wife, with a bright future ahead!
What is there to think about?"
Across from him, a beautiful woman who looked seven or eight parts like Jiang Nannan watched them warily.
But anyone nearby could tell from her pale face that she was weak.
"Nannan is my child, but it's still her choice to decide her own future. I won't interfere too much.
She's out Soul Hunting right now. When she comes back, I'll ask her about your proposal.
For now, please leave."
As soon as Mother Jiang finished speaking, she slammed the courtyard gate shut without the slightest hesitation.
"Hmph! Marriages are arranged by parents and matchmakers! What does a little girl know about making her own decisions?
Besides, with you looking so sickly, how much longer can you stay by your daughter's side?
You don't earn even a few Gold Soul Coins in a year. What resources can you give her to cultivate? No matter how talented she is, without resources or connections, she'll never get anywhere.
Getting to marry the young sect master is an opportunity your family couldn't win in a lifetime, let alone several.
That's all I have to say. You and your daughter can think it over!"
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