Urban All-Round Master

”You! Let go of me now!” Zhan Wutian’s old face was flushed red. His heart was racing like a herd of horses, not knowing what words to use to express himself.

Because he was in close combat with Jia Zhenjing, who wasn’t his match, but this guy’s cunning and deceitful tricks were endless. He actually grabbed his little member~ This kind of embarrassment almost made Zhan Wutian, who was a Sect Master, want to bang his head against tofu. Such disgrace!

”Let go! Let go now!”

Zhan Wutian roared in fury, leaning over to punch Jia Zhenjing heavily in the face.

Smack!

Blood sprayed!

But Jia Zhenjing showed no intention of letting go.

The strength between his fingers increased fiercely, causing Zhan Wutian to howl in pain. The difference between him and Jia Zhenjing was just a little. Jia Zhenjing lost simply because of his weakness in close combat.

His body wasn’t as robust as Zhan Wutian’s. By relying on deceitful tricks, he squeezed Zhan Wutian to the point he almost wanted to cry.

Bang!

Another punch landed, but Jia Zhenjing quickly shifted his head, allowing the punch to slam forcefully onto the ground. With a crackling sound, the ground abruptly cracked, earth scattered everywhere, splattering onto his face.

”Kid, damn it, I don’t believe I can’t crush your little member, just you wait, today I won’t let you go, neither tomorrow. You might as well be called ’Dead No Days’.”

”Bastard! If I don’t kill you today, I’ll smash you again tomorrow until you’re a dead angel!” Fortunately, Zhan Wutian’s little member was tough enough. Even though it was being squeezed hard, he focused all his Primordial Energy onto his lower parts. That’s how he avoided a devastating crush.

He could use such deceitful tricks, proving he already disregarded everything. In Jia Zhenjing’s mind, he was already prepared to die. As long as he could kill one person, it was worth it, at least it would bring less trouble to the Holy Hall.

”Let go of me!”

Finally, Zhan Wutian couldn’t take it anymore. If this continued, he was really going to cry.

”Hehe, kid, it’s only been a little while. Can’t take it already? It’s still early. Enjoy yourself.”

His face was brutally distorted by the beating, even blood was seeping from his mouth, but still, he held onto Zhan Wutian’s little member.

”Youngster Lin, I might not see your rise to glory. I’m likely to fall here today. If we have another life, I hope we can still be friends.”

Thinking of this, a strange smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Zhan Wutian caught that smile entirely, and was immediately frightened, his pupils dilated! He seemed to sense Jia Zhenjing’s intentions. Desperately circulating Primordial Energy, he attempted to break free from his restraint. No matter how he struggled, the other party ignored it completely, binding him tightly and refusing to let him escape.

”Die!”

Suddenly, Jia Zhenjing erupted. The grip on his opponent’s little member increased in power, suddenly shouting low, his legs clamped around the opponent’s head, rolling towards the debris as a whole.

”Get lost!”

Zhan Wutian roared with his mouth open, raising his Iron Fist, furiously smashing it into Jia Zhenjing’s chest.

Bang! Jia Zhenjing didn’t dodge, using his head to headbutt the fist directly.

Crack... The skin of the opponent’s fist went numb, the bones cracking crisply. The pain almost made him scream.

Jia Zhenjing’s head was even more severely hit, blood splattering everywhere.

Zhan Wutian leaped into the air, attempting to free himself from the bind, but his large hand clinching the opponent’s little member suddenly exerted force, dragging him back, pouncing on him, and biting down on his shoulder desperately.

Squash~

That bite tore off a massive chunk of flesh from Zhan Wutian’s shoulder, the pain making him long to curse loudly to the heaven.

”This time, are you not dead yet!”

Jia Zhenjing raised his mouth again, grabbing Zhan Wutian’s shoulder, pulling him forcefully towards himself. He had completely disregarded his own life or death, determined to drag Zhan Wutian down with him. Powerful as he was, living only posed a greater threat to the Holy Hall. Killing him was the best choice.

”If you want me to die, you go to hell!”

Zhan Wutian’s eyes shone with a cold glint, raising his Iron Elbow to deliver a heavy elbow strike on top of Jia Zhenjing’s head.

Slap!

The elbow strike made him momentarily dizzy.

”Damn!” Jia Zhenjing exploded with anger, enduring the intense pain in his head, suddenly extending his right hand’s middle finger, stabbing upwards, striking precisely at Zhan Wutian’s throat and jaw. Blood spurted wildly.

”This time aren’t you dead?”

Zhan Wutian clutched his throat, as the opponent fought like a mad dog, tearing another large chunk of flesh from his waist, the pain making him want to die.

”Aaaah!”

Zhan Wutian was almost driven mad.

Kicking aside, he clutched his bleeding throat, the pain indescribable.

”Kill!”

Suddenly, another figure leaped up from the debris. It was Nangong Shui!

”Catch the blade!”

Nangong Shui transformed his Totem into a War Blade and tossed it towards Jia Zhenjing in the air.

”Great!”

Jia Zhenjing grinned, thinking that now with a blade, he could definitely kill his opponent.

Buzz!

As soon as he grasped the War Blade, it felt as if it melded into his blood.

Whoosh~

Suddenly, a ghostly light silently cut through the sky like lightning, with a loud crash, sending Jia Zhenjing, who was just hovering in mid-air, flying hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, crashing heavily into the debris, dust billowing.

It happened almost as fast as lightning, so fast that no one could tell where the ghostly light had come from.

”No!!!”

Nangong Shui suddenly shouted loudly, but it was already too late.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Among the debris, a figure moved like a gale, stepping effortlessly, like a leisurely stroll. A massive hand swiped fiercely with the ferocity of a storm, while Nangong Shui tried to respond, but faced with the opponent’s incredible speed, there was nothing he could do.

Directly slapped so hard his face deformed, a mist of blood filled the air. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, landing amid the wreckage, creating a deep crater.

”Father!”

Nangong Bing acted.

”Demon! Dare you fight me head-on!”

From the Demon God Sect, Yao Chenfeng rapidly approached, he was the one who used his top-grade Holy Artifact to blow Jia Zhenjing away.

Silent until now, his move shocked the entire field.

He jumped into Beiming Mansion from outside the ruins. All the Cultivators besieging Beiming Mansion began to stir, launching a major assault on the last half of Beiming Mansion’s territory.

”I’m not a demon, you are the real demons!” Nangong Bing suddenly yelled out, his right hand swiping, revealing a Demon Pattern once again. Holding the Heartless War Sword in his left hand.

Facing Yao Chenfeng from afar, who held a supreme Holy Artifact and was a long-famous Eastern King.

This situation put immense pressure on Nangong Bing!

Though Demon Cultivators were powerful, being in the growth stage meant they hadn’t truly become demons yet! There was still a small gap between him and an Eastern King.

(That’s all for the update. I’ll be burning the midnight oil for a report tonight. Good night~ If possible, please cast your free recommendation tickets)