How Dare the Clear Sky Sect? One Slap Sent Them Flying!

The man's face flushed crimson at those words. He glanced down at his hand pinned to the wooden counter, then looked up at Li Qingshan, his eyes blazing with anger.

In this city, others had always made way for the Clear Sky Sect. Since when had anyone dared humiliate them in front of so many people?

"Brat, you're asking for death!"

The man cursed. He couldn't pull his right hand free, but he clenched his left into a fist and drove it straight at Li Qingshan's face.

The punch sent a gust through the air.

The stallkeeper's expression changed. He instinctively took half a step back.

Li Qingshan's expression did not change in the slightest. As the fist closed in, he released the man's wrist and swung his hand back in a slap.

Smack!

A sharp crack rang out across the street.

Before the man's fist could touch Li Qingshan, the slap sent him pitching sideways. His feet left the ground, and he crashed down several paces away.

Thud!

He rolled twice before finally coming to a stop.

Half his face swelled rapidly, and his ears rang. He braced himself against the ground and struggled twice, but could not get up.

The surrounding crowd fell noticeably quieter.

Several customers browsing nearby looked at the man on the ground, then at Li Qingshan, who still stood before the stall. Astonishment filled their eyes.

Someone from the Clear Sky Sect had been beaten?

With just one slap!

Beside Li Qingshan, Yu Xiaogang gradually loosened his grip on the cloth bag. His teacher had said they couldn't take it from them. He really had been right.

"Luo, luo!"

Luo Sanpao poked his head out, glanced twice at the man on the ground, then turned his gaze back to the Soul Beast meat on the cutting board.

"What happened?" At the far end of the street, the burly leader spun around.

When he saw one of his disciples lying on the ground, his face darkened at once.

The other Clear Sky Sect disciples carrying Soul Beast meat stopped what they were doing, dropped their loads, and hurried over.

In moments, several tall figures stood before Li Qingshan and Yu Xiaogang.

Two disciples stepped forward and helped the man to his feet.

"Who hit you?" the leader asked grimly.

Clutching his swollen cheek, the man pointed at Li Qingshan. His words came out muffled. "He did!"

The leader's gaze snapped to Li Qingshan.

He looked no older than twenty, with a boy in his teens beside him and a strange-looking little golden dog.

The leader looked Li Qingshan up and down, his anger mounting. A Clear Sky Sect disciple had been knocked to the ground in the street by someone so young?

If word got out, how could they show their faces back at the sect?

"Brat, did you hit him?"

As he spoke, a heavy surge of Soul Power rolled off him.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black!

Five Soul Rings rose one after another and slowly revolved around him. At the same time, a massive black hammer appeared in his hand.

"A Soul King?!"

Someone nearby cried out.

The customers who had remained to watch immediately retreated farther.

The stallkeeper went pale. He hurriedly drew the goods beside the wooden counter inward, afraid the two sides would start fighting right there.

Gripping the Clear Sky Hammer, the leader took a step forward and demanded coldly, "Why did you strike a member of the Clear Sky Sect?"

Li Qingshan glanced at him. "He tried to steal my purchase. Why do you think I hit him?"

The leader frowned and swept his gaze over the meat on the counter. Without asking the stallkeeper what had happened, he said coldly:

"We merely wanted you to let us have the meat. Striking him so hard—do you hold the Clear Sky Sect in so little regard?"

Li Qingshan gave a sudden laugh. "He tried to steal from me, then attacked me. I slapped him, and that means I hold the Clear Sky Sect in little regard?"

The leader's face darkened. His grip tightened around the hammer's handle, but just as he was about to attack, an indescribably terrifying pressure bore down on him.

In that instant, the person before him no longer seemed to be a young man of twenty or so, but a towering mountain whose summit he could not see!

His hand shook around the Clear Sky Hammer. The Soul Power that had flowed smoothly through him suddenly seemed blocked, turning sluggish.

He tried to speak.

His lips moved, but he could not force a complete sentence from his throat.

"You..."

"A Titled Douluo?!"

The heavy Clear Sky Hammer nearly slipped from his hand.

A single breath later, the pressure vanished completely.

But the leader looked as though he had just been hauled out of water. Cold sweat covered his forehead, and his legs would not stop trembling.

At the same time, a wet patch slowly spread from his crotch and dripped onto the ground.

He was not the only one. The Clear Sky Sect disciples surrounding Li Qingshan and Yu Xiaogang were equally pale and rigid.

That pressure had pinned down every one of them!

"A... a Titled Douluo?!" one disciple whispered, his voice trembling.

At those words, the others' faces grew even uglier.

Who but a Titled Douluo could immobilize everyone present with his aura alone?

The leader shuddered at the thought that he had released his Martial Soul and questioned the man with his Clear Sky Hammer in hand.

"Y-Your Excellency!"

He hastily withdrew his Martial Soul. The five Soul Rings around him vanished as well, and he bent at the waist, his voice shaking.

"We were blind fools to offend you!"

The other disciples hurriedly lowered their heads. The group that had charged over so aggressively moments before now dared not even look Li Qingshan in the eye.

Li Qingshan glanced over them. "Do you still want my purchase?"

"We wouldn't dare!"

The leader shook his head at once.

The man who had been slapped shook his head frantically too, his swollen cheek making him look rather ridiculous.

Li Qingshan glanced at the men still blocking the stall and said a single word:

"Get lost."

Rather than angering the leader, those words came as a pardon.

"Yes, yes!"

He stumbled back two steps, then hurriedly waved to the disciples beside him.

"Go! Hurry!"

None of them dared linger. They hauled the man who had been slapped along and ran toward the end of the street.

"The meat we bought..." After a few steps, one disciple instinctively glanced at the wooden carts by the road. They were piled with the Soul Beast meat they had just bought, and they had already paid for it.

"Forget the meat!" The leader grabbed his arm and hissed, "Get back to the sect and report this to the sect master!"

They had provoked a Titled Douluo. It was already a stroke of incredible luck that he had let them leave. Who would dare go back before him now for a few carts of Soul Beast meat?

In moments, every Clear Sky Sect disciple had fled the street.