Yu Xiaogang!
When these three words came out of the mouth of the bruised and filthy man in front of me.
Qian Daoliu felt as if a string in his mind had snapped completely.
All the pain.
The root of it all.
All sins.
In that instant, it was as if a concrete goal had been found!
This is the man right in front of me!
It was he who bewitched the brilliant yet naive Bibi Dong!
It was he who indirectly led Xunji to commit that heinous crime that was worse than that of a beast!
It was he who made Bibi Dong bear the pain and hatred for over twenty years!
It was he who made his granddaughter Xue'er live in her mother's hatred from birth!
He is the source of all tragedy!
It was the Qian Family, Bibi Dong, and Qian Renxue who were the starting point of everyone's suffering and sins!
Qian Daoliu's breathing became extremely heavy; he wanted to slash down with his sword!
This culprit that caused all the mistakes must be completely erased from this world!
The veins on his hand, which was gripping the Angel Holy Sword, bulged, but just as he was about to make his move...
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the ancient plaque behind him.
Maple Dye Pavilion.
A sacred place for our predecessors.
A blast of ice water was poured over his head, forcibly bringing back a sliver of reason to Qian Daoliu, which had been consumed by rage.
no.
We can't do it here.
We must never let the filthy blood of this worthless person defile the pure land of our predecessors!
The killing intent in Qian Daoliu's eyes slowly subsided, replaced by a deeper, more chilling coldness.
With a flick of his wrist, he planted the holy sword straight into the stone steps in front of him with a clang.
Yu Xiaogang was taken aback by this sudden action.
What does this mean?
Disarming as a sign of respect?
Not bad, not bad.
This is the insight and discernment a true leader should possess.
They're more than ten thousand times better than those watchdogs outside who only know how to fight!
The panic in Yu Xiaogang's heart completely vanished, replaced by a feeling of smug satisfaction.
He even prepared to clear his throat and give Qian Daoliu some pointers, telling him not to be so nervous and to just take him in to see the Pope.
But before he could make a move...
The next second, a huge, iron-like hand reached out with lightning speed, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up like a chicken!
"You..."
Yu Xiaogang was shocked and was about to reprimand him.
The next second, an incomparably warm, holy, and domineering Soul Power surged into his body!
Under the impact of this force, his face burned with pain, his body was covered in bruises, and even his ribs, broken by the guards...
In a mere instant, they were completely healed!
Even the tooth that was knocked out grew back at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Feeling an unprecedented sense of comfort in his body, Yu Xiaogang's panic was instantly replaced by satisfaction.
good!
good!
This is the proper way to treat guests!
It seems Bibi Dong does have some brains; the subordinate she sent is quite sensible!
Yu Xiaogang felt much more at ease, and his face once again adopted that self-righteous " Grandmaster " demeanor.
He cleared his throat, preparing to offer a fitting compliment to the "sensible" Title Douluo before him.
However.
He hadn't even had a chance to utter a single word.
A gigantic hand, accompanied by a fierce wind, rapidly enlarged in his pupils!
Snap--!!!
A crisp, resounding slap, echoing throughout the alley, landed squarely on his newly healed left cheek!
The terrifying force made Yu Xiaogang's mind go blank for a moment.
He was sent flying by the blow, and half of his face swelled up visibly.
The newly grown front tooth, mixed with a mouthful of blood and foam, traced a graceful parabola before disappearing from his body once again.
My consciousness was spinning, almost in a daze.
He fell heavily to the ground, with only one thought in his mind.
I... got beaten up again?
Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, his ears filled with a buzzing sound.
The excruciating pain in his left cheek felt like a raging fire, almost causing him to faint.
He was completely stunned.
The script is wrong!
This script is wrong!
Why?
Why did the person who was just respectfully healing my wounds turn on me and attack me the next second?
However, before his foolish brain could even figure out the reason...
The large hand that had flung him away lifted him up from the ground again.
Yu Xiaogang instinctively tried to struggle, but found himself as weak as a chick in front of the other party, unable to budge him in the slightest.
Then, that warm and sacred Soul Power surged into his body once again.
The swollen scars on his face faded rapidly.
The intense pain then disappeared.
Yu Xiaogang felt a sense of relief at surviving a disaster. He quickly tried to explain, wanting to tell the other party that there must be some misunderstanding!
"I..."
Snap--!!!
Another resounding slap in the face!
This time, it's the right cheek.
The same force, the same angle, the same flying blood and spittle.
Yu Xiaogang felt his consciousness darken and his vision blurred; he almost immediately restarted his account and bid farewell to this beautiful world.
But just as he was about to lose consciousness...
That damned, warm Soul Power surged in precisely once again, forcibly pulling him back from the brink of unconsciousness and healing all his injuries in the process.
Then.
Smack!
Another slap.
By this point, even the most foolish Yu Xiaogang finally understood what had happened.
This is not respect at all!
This is fucking abuse!
It's torture!
It wasn't an accident, nor was it a misunderstanding!
He's deliberately torturing himself!
"No... don't..."
Yu Xiaogang finally felt fear. He stared in terror at the expressionless face before him, its eyes icy cold, and mumbled incoherent pleas for mercy.
However, there was not a trace of pity on Qian Daoliu's face.
He even found the constant slapping and the need to stop for treatment in between too troublesome.
A thought Qian Daoliu's mind.
He simply continued to unleash his vast, ocean-like Soul Power with his left hand, like a never-ending healing device, firmly locking onto Yu Xiaogang.
His right hand, however, was completely freed!
And so, a bizarre scene, enough to send chills down the spine of any viewer, unfolded in this secluded alley.
Snap!
Yu Xiaogang's face was swollen from being slapped.
The next instant, Soul Power surged in, and he was instantly restored.
Snap!
His other cheek was swollen from being hit.
The next instant, it returned to normal.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!
Qian Daoliu's right hand transformed into a series of afterimages, raining down slaps on Yu Xiaogang's face.
The crisp sound of slaps echoed one after another, like a stirring yet cruel symphony.
Yu Xiaogang, on the other hand, was completely plunged into an endless nightmare.
The belt was disinfected with iodine solution while being hit.
He experienced an unprecedented, almost miraculous, "cheat code".
An "immortal body" that is impossible to kill.
pity.
He didn't want this cheat at all.
I don't know how much time passed.
It might be a minute, or it might be a century.
In the intervals between countless treatments and beatings.
Yu Xiaogang finally seized a 0.01-second gap before the next slap landed, thanks to his tenacious survival instinct, which was comparable to that of a cockroach!
He used all his remaining strength to let out a mournful cry, like a cuckoo weeping blood:
" Bibi Dong! Help me!!"
"It's me, Yu Xiaogang!!"
That sound was earth-shattering!
Qian Daoliu, which was about to deliver a slap, suddenly froze.
That damn bastard!
He actually dared to call Bibi Dong by her name!
He actually dared to disturb his senior's peaceful cultivation with such filthy sounds?!
court death!
The killing intent in Qian Daoliu's eyes surged again, and he prepared to grab this guy by the neck and find a secluded place to kill him!
However, at that very moment...
A calm yet slightly playful voice emanated clearly from inside the Maple Dye Pavilion.
" Yu Xiaogang?"
"Interesting, let him in."
The voice belonged to Lin Feng.
Senior... you want to see him?
Qian Daoliu was startled; the hand, already brimming with power, was too late to retract.
Just following the inertia.
Snap!
It landed on Yu Xiaogang's face again.
Yu Xiaogang rolled his eyes and tilted his head to the side.
This time, he finally couldn't take it anymore.
Before an endless darkness descended, he seemed to hear the most beautiful celestial music in the world.
He was saved...
Then, she completely passed out.