Luo Zixuan and the other woman followed close behind.
Watching Li Jiutian's back, everyone began to chatter:
"Who exactly is this young man? He actually dares to challenge Yang Hu!"
"Yang Hu's a Soul Douluo! Isn't he walking straight to his death?"
Hearing the noisy discussion, Luo Zixuan calmly replied, "Li Jiutian!"
Her words sent shockwaves through the crowd!
"He's that peerless genius from Spirit Hall!"
"Yang Hu's good days are over!"
After the elderly blacksmith finished speaking, he set down his hammer and headed toward Spirit Hall as well.
The news that Li Jiutian had come to Gengxin City spread like wildfire!
When they heard he was here to deal with Yang Hu, everyone grew even more excited.
People dropped whatever they were working on and streamed toward Spirit Hall!
The center of Gengxin City.
Spirit Hall.
The entire exterior was made of pure silver and golden bricks, giving it a remarkably extravagant appearance.
Inside, it was even more resplendent, brimming with an imperial grandeur.
It was only a small branch hall in Gengxin City, yet its construction rivaled even the main hall in Spirit City.
Who knew how much blood this Spirit Hall had sucked from the common people to build this place!
At that moment, Yang Hu was in his bedchamber, enjoying himself with two beautiful women.
"Father, someone beat me up!"
Yang Zhen pushed open the door, clutching his piglike face as he howled.
"You good-for-nothing! Don't you know to knock before coming in?"
Yang Hu hurriedly pulled on his trousers and cursed him out.
The two women on the bed put on their undergarments and tactfully left the room.
Yang Hu stood five foot seven, with a belly bigger than a soccer ball.
He had once been a Soul Douluo, but he had neglected his training, indulging in wine and women for years until his body was spent.
"Father, some little punk beat me up for no reason on the street!"
"He didn't even respect you, and he insulted Spirit Hall, too!"
"He said Spirit Hall was nothing but a fart and that he could destroy it with a wave of his hand!"
Yang Zhen embellished his complaint.
"Hmph!"
"Since I took office, no one's ever dared to defy me, the chief bishop!"
"Gather the men! I'm going to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys and show this pack of commoners in Gengxin City who rules this continent!"
As soon as Yang Hu finished speaking, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.
Chapter 60: Li Jiutian, the People's Heaven!
"What an imposing Spirit Hall!"
"You two beasts sure know how to enjoy yourselves!"
Li Jiutian stopped at the doorway and spoke coldly.
"F-Father, that's the brat who beat me!"
Yang Zhen shouted, terror filling his eyes.
"Ladies, you don't look like you're from around here!"
"Why not join me for a couple of drinks? We can talk about life, talk about our dreams!"
Yang Hu ignored Li Jiutian and stared straight at Luo Zixuan and her companion.
He had never seen beauties like them. He could hardly stop himself from pouncing on them right then and there!
"Like father, like son. You old fool, you really don't know when to quit!"
Luo Zixuan gave a cold snort.
While Yang Hu was distracted, a tiny golden flame appeared at Li Jiutian's fingertip. He flicked it toward Yang Zhen!
"Ah!"
"Father, save me!"
A scream instantly echoed through the room.
Flames suddenly blazed across Yang Zhen's body.
"My son!"
Yang Hu came to his senses and grabbed a pot of tea from the table, splashing it over him!
But the golden flames wouldn't go out. They only burned more fiercely!
One minute later.
Yang Zhen had been burned to a crisp.
Yang Hu could only watch helplessly as his son burned to death before his eyes!
"Who are you? Why are you so cruel?"
Yang Hu roared.
"Chief Bishop, come outside and fight me!"
"This room's too small. There's no room to throw a punch!"
After speaking, Li Jiutian led the two women out the door.
"Don't make me laugh! There are more than four thousand soldiers in this hall!"
"With just one order from me, they can hack you to death!"
Yang Hu said viciously.
"Oh?"
"Then give the order and see whether they listen to you or me!"
Li Jiutian stopped and let a faint smile cross his lips.
"Soldiers, hear my command! Hack that man to death!"
Yang Hu bellowed.
Yet the soldiers acted as though they hadn't heard him.
"Are you deaf?!"
Yang Hu shouted again at the soldiers who remained unmoved.
"Tell this fool, loud and clear, who I am!"
Li Jiutian's expression turned cold. Then he led the two women to the entrance of Spirit Hall.
A thunderous roar rose from the soldiers:
"Long live General of Heavenly Might!"
"Long live General of Heavenly Might!"
"Long live General of Heavenly Might!"
"...!"
"H-He's Li Jiutian!"
"Why didn't I hear that he was coming to Gengxin City?"
Yang Hu's legs gave way, and he slumped to the ground.
He knew that, given Li Jiutian's nature, he wouldn't make it out alive today.
Li Jiutian was one of the last people Yang Hu ever wanted to meet.
After all, he had only recently killed a Platinum Bishop.
Yang Hu never imagined that the blade would fall on him today.
If Yang Zhen hadn't provoked him, Li Jiutian might never have uncovered the father and son's crimes.
He might have gone straight to the Blacksmith Association, brought Lou Gao back with him, and then headed directly to Spirit City.
All one could say was that Yang Hu and his son had terrible luck—but they deserved everything coming to them.
Two Spirit Hall soldiers forcibly dragged Yang Hu to the entrance and threw him outside.
At that moment, tens of thousands of people had gathered outside the gates.
"Yang Hu, give me back my daughter!"
"You beast! May you die a horrible death!"
"General of Heavenly Might, just killing this scum would be too good for him!"
"..."
The people's curses and sobs filled the air, a ceaseless clamor.
"Yang Hu, do you hear that?"
"You've committed so many evils that even Heaven won't tolerate them!"
Li Jiutian's expression darkened as he slowly walked toward him!
"Please, General of Heavenly Might, give me one more chance!"
"I let greed cloud my heart for a moment, and that's how I made such a terrible mistake!"
Feeling the killing intent engulf him, Yang Hu began kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"Give you a chance?"
"Did you give any of the girls who died at your hands a chance?"
Li Jiutian stopped in front of him and gave a cold snort.
"Die!"
Seeing no hope of survival, Yang Hu suddenly pulled a Poison Blade from his clothes and stabbed at him!
"You dare try that cheap trick in front of me? You're asking for death!"
"Third Soul Skill, Air Cut!"
A sonic boom burst through the air as Li Jiutian instantly Teleported behind him.
"Bang!"
He kicked Yang Hu to the ground.
Yang Hu spat out a mouthful of blood, then sprang up and roared:
"I'm a Soul Douluo!"
"Killing you will be as easy as turning over my hand!"
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"
"Eighth Soul Skill, Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain!"