Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Bringing Disaster Upon Oneself

“Damn it, let go of me!!!”

Yux Yan roared furiously, unable to accept everything happening before his eyes.

When Hong Chen hadn’t left the Cold Cloud Sect, he had seemed like an ant in Yux Yan’s eyes, someone he could bully as he pleased.

Even, if they hadn’t both been disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect, Yux Yan would have killed Hong Chen without a second thought.

And now…

How much time had passed?

Was it just a change of sects, merely less than two months, that had turned the tables so that he was now being crushed by Hong Chen?

Yux Yan didn’t know about the magic; he only knew that Hong Chen was merely at the early stage of the Dragon Blood Realm!

“It seems you still don’t understand your situation.”

Hong Chen suppressed the rage in his heart and crouched down slowly, reaching out a hand to slap Yux Yan’s face.

“Smack!”

The loud sound of the slap reverberated across the entire plaza.

“How can this be?”

“Elder Brother Yux Yan is at the peak of the Dragon Blood Realm, nearly breaking through to the Dragon Spirit Realm. But Hong Chen is just at the early stage of the Dragon Blood Realm, how is this possible?”

“That dead body is too strong, completely unshakable. Even someone of the same level might not be his match.”

The other disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect watched the scene in disbelief.

They had originally planned to take the opportunity to teach Hong Chen and Liuyun a lesson after Yux Yan made his move, making the God-Slaying Pavilion recognize that the Cold Cloud Sect was not to be trifled with.

But the scene unfolding now completely wiped out their desire to intervene.

“I’ll kill you!!!”

The roar of Yux Yan, whose arms had already broken, with Dragon Qi leaking from the wounds, rendered him unable to mount any effective attack.

“Kill me?”

Hong Chen reached out his hand again, and the loud sound of another slap rang out.

“Smack, smack, smack, smack…”

A series of slaps left Yux Yan nearly fainting, his originally fair face now completely swollen with blood flowing profusely from his cheek, nose, and other parts.

In fact, the moment Yux Yan had stepped forward, the moment Hong Chen had agreed to a ‘sparring’ with Yux Yan, Hong Chen had anticipated this very scene.

After all, just a Dragon Blood Realm was enough; any one of the dozens of people from the God-Slaying Pavilion could defeat him.

Originally, Hong Chen thought that after defeating Yux Yan, he would use many angry words to provoke Yux Yan and crumbling his psychological defense.

But when the moment actually arrived, those words couldn’t come out; the only thought in Hong Chen’s mind was to torture Yux Yan mercilessly, even to death!

The hatred Hong Chen had for Yux Yan could not be washed away by the waters of the Yellow River. If it weren’t for joining the God-Slaying Pavilion, he and his sister would still be under Yux Yan’s bullying and humiliation.

Even if he killed Yux Yan a million times, Hong Chen still felt that his death was not regrettable!

“Smack, smack, smack…”

The sound of the slaps continued to echo, with Hong Chen having lost count of how many he had delivered to Yux Yan.

Yux Yan’s face had swollen to the size of a pig’s head, and with broken arms combined with rage, he sometimes passed out from the pain.

But each time he passed out, Hong Chen would hit harder, waking him up again.

Hong Chen wanted Cold Cloud Sect’s countless members to witness this, letting Yux Yan understand what real torture was, and to make him realize how it felt to be humiliated as Hong Chen once had been.

“Hong Chen, stop it,”

Looking at the pitiful state of Yux Yan, Ping Yuzi spoke up, “You’ve already taught him a lesson. He has lost the fight; let this be the end of it.”

“Just let it go?”

Hong Chen looked toward Ping Yuzi, for whom he still felt grateful.

Because if it hadn’t been for Ping Yuzi stepping in, his sister would have truly been violated by Yu Yan.

But gratitude was gratitude, it couldn’t quell the rage in Hong Chen’s heart.

“Elder Ping Yuzi, you know how Yu Yan insulted me and my sister back then, what I’ve done to him now is but a ten-thousandth of that!”

Hong Chen took a deep breath and stood up.

“What are you going to do?”

Yu Yan’s eyes were swollen like those of a panda, and as he watched Hong Chen’s figure, he seemed to think of something terribly frightening.

“What do you think?”

Hong Chen suddenly laughed, “Before I do these things to you, you should better think about how you treated me back then and how you’ll deal with it.”

As he spoke, Hong Chen’s hands fell to his waistband, seemingly fidgeting with something.

“You can’t do this, you can’t do this…”

Yu Yan’s eyes widened enormously; he finally knew what Hong Chen was going to do to him.

“This Hong Chen, really…”

Liuyun shook his head helplessly, but he felt no pity for Yu Yan, even thinking that Hong Chen was already being merciful by not killing Yu Yan right then and there.

“What is he going to do?” Su Han asked with great interest.

Liuyun smirked and said, “Before joining the God-Slaying Pavilion… this Yu Yan, in front of countless people, urinated on Hong Chen’s head.”

Su Han was taken aback and then fell silent.

Even Ping Yuzi could not say much more, because the hatred in Hong Chen’s heart was too deep, and now that he was part of the God-Slaying Pavilion, even serving as the captain of the Bright Moon Divine Guard Regiment, Ping Yuzi couldn’t intervene even if he wanted to.

“He brought this upon himself; there’s no living with it!” Ping Yuzi thought coldly.

If only Yu Yan hadn’t rushed out to provoke a spar, this situation might not have arisen.

And Yu Yan himself clearly regretted it deeply.

“No, don’t…”

Yu Yan desperately tried to back away, but his hands were disabled, leaving only his legs, and Hong Chen stepped on one of Yu Yan’s legs and crushed it, eliciting another scream of agony.

“You gave me a chance, now I’m giving you one.”

The smile on Hong Chen’s face grew thicker, but beneath that smile lurked a killing intent vast as the sea.

“Open your mouth and drink my urine. We can consider settling our grudge, how about that?”

“Impossible!!!” Yu Yan roared out loud.

What status did he hold?

An Inner Sect Disciple of the Cold Cloud Sect, he could directly join the ranks of the Pinnacle Disciples in the next assessment!

Stepping out of the Cold Cloud Sect, wherever he went dressed in the garments of an Inner Sect Disciple, wasn’t he respected and the center of attention?

To make him drink urine, how could that be possible?

“You won’t drink it? Then there’s no helping it.”

Hong Chen pulled down his pants, and in front of countless people from the Cold Cloud Sect, a stream of yellow liquid fell from above directly onto Yu Yan’s face.

This scene made the female disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect quickly turn their heads away, although some who enjoyed the spectacle still watched intently.

Not only watching Hong Chen urinating but also observing the place where he was urinating…