Urban All-Round Master

”Tap tap tap...”

As Beisu walked by, the stone slabs beneath his feet shattered into imprints, causing the onlookers to retreat hastily in shock. Among them were those eager to watch the spectacle, pointing at Lin Zifeng and shouting, ”Hey, you slave, hurry and kneel to admit your mistake! When you lose your tongue, don’t regret it!”

”Even kneeling won’t help; I see that Young Master Beisu truly has murderous intent today. This guy deserves his bad luck, offending no other than Young Master Beisu.”

Ignoring the mockery of the crowd, Lin Zifeng looked at Beisu walking toward him, a fleeting touch of derision on his calm face.

You want to cripple my arm? Then today, I will repay you in kind. I fear you won’t be able to hold a sword anymore after this!

With a silent whisper to himself, Lin Zifeng slowly opened his clenched right hand, and a faint golden light emerged from his palm. Not only that, but the crowd also felt a deep yet commanding dragon roar echoing in their ears!

The dragon roar seemed illusory, yet everyone heard it clearly, as if their souls were being torn apart by this majestic roar.

”You dog of a slave, I, as the young master, am magnanimous, giving you one more chance to apologize. Will you kneel or not!” The longsword in Beisu’s hand was less than three centimeters away from Lin Zifeng, the grim sword light casting his face in even more terrifying shadows.

”Pfft...”

Another snicker. Lin Zifeng shook his head, his laughter subsiding, and the look he gave Beisu was as if he was seeing an idiot: ”What if I don’t kneel? What can you do to me? A waste who can’t even hold a sword properly!”

Waste...

The word ’waste’ echoed in the cave, imbued with the power of a Saint by Lin Zifeng, mocking Beisu’s overestimation of his abilities.

Since becoming a disciple of Beiming, everyone in the Beiyao Ancient Clan showed utmost respect to Beisu. Today, Lin Zifeng’s actions had shattered Beisu’s prideful arrogance!

All thoughts of Dongfang Ziyue, of Dongka, of clan rules forbidding the killing of clan members were momentarily cast aside by Beisu, his mind consumed with the singular thought of killing the defiant figure before him!

”You dog of a slave, die for me!”

With a thunderous shout, the longsword in Beisu’s hand sliced through with a cold gleam, aimed precisely at Lin Zifeng’s throat!

As the sword flashed, everyone’s faces showed fear. Just when they thought Lin Zifeng was about to meet a bloody end, the scene before them blurred, as Lin Zifeng’s figure twisted.

The next instant, Lin Zifeng reappeared, his face surprisingly showing scorn, as if he were looking at an ant!

”Smack!”

A crisp slap echoed, and a large swelling appeared on Beisu’s otherwise handsome face, making it resemble a pig’s head!

”This slap is a lesson on behalf of your master: watch your tongue and stop spewing garbage!” Lin Zifeng spoke, shaking his hand in disgust, as if touching Beisu’s ear had sullied his hand.

Stunned by the sudden slap, Beisu stood frozen, his facial features twisted with rage.

This guy... actually dared to slap me!

Since childhood, not to mention being slapped, even Beisu’s master, Beiming, had always doted on him and never laid a hand on him.

And yet, this mere slave not only insulted him verbally but dared to slap Beisu’s ear. This act left the onlookers frozen in shock, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

Finally, snapping out of his stupor, Beisu’s already swollen face turned even redder with rage, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

How could Beisu let Lin Zifeng get away with such disgrace and humiliation!?

He initially thought Lin Zifeng was just an ordinary person, so the previous strike was less than a third of his strength. But now, after Lin Zifeng’s move, Beisu decided to no longer conceal his own power!

”I’ll kill you!”

A forceful shout mixed with fierce sword qi, mountainous in might, thrust toward Lin Zifeng, whose face remained full of disdain. As the sword light passed, even the air seemed to twist!

”Hmph, a waste who can’t even hold a sword properly, you want to kill me? Dream on!” As the words fell, Lin Zifeng’s figure twisted once more.

”Whoosh!”

The chilling sword light slashed through the air, causing a sharp whistling sound as it sliced the air in front of Beisu, leaving bloody lines on the bystanders watching nearby.

Yet, the person he intended to stab, Lin Zifeng, was standing behind Beisu with a mocking expression on his face.

”Bang!”

With a loud crash, Lin Zifeng’s right foot kicked out violently, creating afterimages as it struck the back of Beisu’s knee!

”Crack... Ah...”

The crisp sound of bone cracking was exceptionally jarring in the silent cave, and Beisu’s scream of agony was like a pig being slaughtered, rendering the onlookers horrified.

At this moment, Beisu was in a state of utter disgrace, kneeling on one knee with his longsword shaking on the ground, barely keeping him from collapsing.

Seeing this, the mockery on Lin Zifeng’s lips deepened. Though his voice was soft, when it reached Beisu’s ears, it was as if from the Nine Nether Hell: ”Wasn’t it you just now who told me to kneel and beg for mercy? Now, do you regret it?”

These words entered Beisu’s ears, and he dared not resist. Desperately, he threw the longsword in his hand aside, just about to beg for mercy, when he sensed a powerful gust of wind from behind.

”Bang!”

Another crisp sound of bone cracking, but this time Beisu didn’t give a pig-like wail, instead his face went pale, forehead drenched in cold sweat, curling up on the ground and convulsing.

Fortunately, he was a master in the Sub-Saint Realm’s third level, otherwise, the pain from having his legs forcefully kicked broken would have already caused an ordinary person to faint.

Lin Zifeng at this point looked down, watching the curled-up Beisu and said word by word, ”Didn’t you just say you would cripple my arm? Today, I’ll show you what it means to pay back in kind!”

Changing the subject, Lin Zifeng feigned a look of regret on his face: ”What a pity, I fear you won’t be able to hold a sword your entire life. But perhaps that’s for the best, a worthless person like you who can’t even hold a sword straight, is spared from insulting the longsword in your hand!”

Having said this, Lin Zifeng sighed and shook his head, but a pale golden light emerged again from his palm!

The Gray Dragon Palm battle skill, if it struck, could end more than just an arm—Beisu’s life would be at risk.

Within the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Beisu had gone from being high and mighty to being as miserable as a stray dog, though it was hard for him to accept, he had to admit this was a fact!

Feeling the powerful energy contained in the golden light from Lin Zifeng’s palm, Beisu had no fight left in him, hurriedly crawled to Lin Zifeng’s feet, kowtowing and pleading: ”Have mercy, I was blind not to recognize Tai Mountain, please spare me, take the inscription stone if you want, it’s yours...”

Before Beisu could finish pleading, Lin Zifeng suddenly struck, and in mid-air, a golden dragon shadow emerged, slamming straight at the curled-up Beisu!

”Begging for mercy now, too late!”

As everyone wore shocked expressions and gasped in surprise, a black figure, accompanied by an extremely angry shout, descended upon Lin Zifeng: ”Audacious slave, daring to harm my disciple, seeking death!”

Though those were his words, Beiming didn’t hesitate, flashing to Beisu’s side, he suddenly pulled him away, retreating over ten meters in an instant.

”Boom...”

After a loud explosion, when the dust settled where Beisu had just been, a giant pit about a meter deep had sunk into the stone slab!

Even Beiming, the leader of the four lords, was startled to see it. Such great power with just a lift of his hand—this guy in front of him isn’t simple!

Meanwhile, curled up by Beiming’s side, Beisu somehow found the strength, pulling at Beiming’s black robe-covered legs, tearfully crying: ”Master, save me, it’s him who wants to kill me...”

”Smack!”

Before he finished speaking, Beisu’s not yet swollen face turned red and swollen from a crisp slap sound, and the one who slapped him was Beiming, with a chilling face!

”Useless! I’ve been in seclusion cultivating, and you’ve been running rampant like this, not cultivating, acting arrogantly every day—actually being bullied by a slave, truly losing face for your master!

The force Beiming used in that slap was so strong that Beisu, on the ground, lifted his face in shock, and just as the words fell, he closed his eyes and fainted.

Even so, the expression of unwillingness and shock did not fade from Beisu’s face as he lay there.