"Who do you think you are!"
A man threw a punch at Ning Beichen.
*Crack!*
A resounding noise echoed in the air.
If Ning Beichen were an ordinary person, he would have surely died from that punch.
"Ah!" A scream of agony.
The man's arm that he had thrown at Ning Beichen hung limply like soft noodles. Bloodied bone fragments pierced through his elbow, staining his clothes crimson.
"Attack! All of you, attack him! Kill him!"
The man with the broken arm, wailing in pain, urged the others to surround and attack.
Facing the assault of over a dozen people, Ning Beichen's toes touched the ground, and he leaped into the air. Mid-flight, he unleashed a series of lightning-fast kicks at the attackers.
Before these dozen or so assailants could even get close to Ning Beichen, they all fell to the ground, spitting blood.
Ning Beichen never showed mercy to such people. Don't assume that showing leniency will earn you gratitude.
It won't; it will only make them hate you more and wish for your death even harder.
Only Ning Beichen, Zhang Xin, and Chen Qiao remained standing on the scene.
For a moment, a tense atmosphere permeated the surroundings.
"Clap, clap, clap..."
"What a display of skill! Senior Sister, is this the young lover you found?"
Chen Qiao clapped his hands and cheered loudly, showing no fear despite Ning Beichen having eliminated the people he brought.
"A dog's mouth can only spew filth. Mr. Ning is a helper I invited."
Zhang Xin had not expected Ning Beichen to be so formidable. In the blink of an eye, he had dealt with over a dozen people. She couldn't have done it herself.
"Those with dark hearts see everything as dark. They assume everyone is like them. Miss Zhang Xin, there's nothing to discuss with a disciple-killer. Just get rid of him."
Ning Beichen said calmly.
"Get rid of me? With just the two of you, you useless weaklings!"
Chen Qiao suddenly burst into loud laughter.
"Senior Sister, don't say I, your junior brother, didn't give you a chance. Hand over your Master's Dao Yuan Heart Sutra, and I'll spare your life!"
"Shut up! A wolf-hearted, treacherous person like you is not fit to call me Senior Sister, nor are you fit to be my father's disciple. Today, I will kill you and avenge my father!"
After speaking, Zhang Xin charged at Chen Qiao.
She had originally planned to flee after obtaining the Dao Yuan Heart Sutra, find a safe place to hide, and then seek revenge on Chen Qiao once she had cultivated successfully. Unfortunately, Chen Qiao gave her no such opportunity.
*Bang!*
Zhang Xin was sent flying by a strike from Chen Qiao. Upon landing, she stumbled back repeatedly, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her face ashen.
She hadn't expected to not even have a chance to counterattack in front of Chen Qiao. Was heaven truly blind to let a disciple-killer roam the world freely?
"So be it. It's just a worthless life. At most, I'll go to see my father. It's just a shame that this time, I might implicate Ning Beichen."
Zhang Xin's heart churned, and she harbored a death wish.
"Below the Grandmaster level, no one is my opponent. Senior Sister, you don't need to waste your strength. I advise you to obediently hand over the complete Dao Yuan Heart Sutra. Otherwise, I will let you know what it means to wish you were dead!"
Chen Qiao sneered and threatened Zhang Xin.
"Chen Qiao! I'll take you down with me!"
Zhang Xin bit her tongue, tasting the metallic tang of blood. Her mind cleared, and she was about to charge forward when Ning Beichen placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her back.
"Miss Zhang Xin, let me handle him. To be honest, I can't stand scum like this disciple-killer either."
Ning Beichen said as he pulled her back.
"Mr. Ning, no one below the Grandmaster level is his opponent. I appreciate your kindness, but I'll stall him for a while. You take this chance to escape quickly. His goal is to obtain my master's Dao Yuan Heart Sutra, and he won't specifically target you."
Zhang Xin whispered to Ning Beichen.
At this point, this was all she could do for Ning Beichen. She hoped to delay Chen Qiao for a while. Her death was one thing, but she didn't want to implicate Ning Beichen.
"Hahaha... You think you can escape in front of me? Senior Sister, you are too naive. I'll kill him first, and then we, as fellow disciples, can have a good reunion."
Chen Qiao laughed heartily, his body flashed, and he appeared before Ning Beichen, striking down with a palm aimed at Ning Beichen's head.
A fiery palm force pressed down on Ning Beichen, shattering the small grass around them.
"Go!"
Zhang Xin's face contorted in horror. She lunged past Ning Beichen, intending to block Chen Qiao's palm for him.
However, she found herself utterly powerless to resist Chen Qiao's palm strike. The palm wind pressed against her chest, causing a sweetness in her throat, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.
"Father, Xin'er is coming to see you."
Zhang Xin murmured in despair, her gaze defiant as she looked at Chen Qiao. If looks could kill, Chen Qiao would have died countless times over.
"This woman is really reckless. Don't I look like a master?"
Ning Beichen shook his head, pulled Zhang Xin into his embrace, and then swung his arm upwards, exchanging a palm strike with Chen Qiao.
*Bang!*
Ning Beichen, holding Zhang Xin, stood his ground. Chen Qiao, however, was sent flying backward. This outcome stunned both Zhang Xin and Chen Qiao.
"Miss Zhang Xin, I haven't even received my payment yet, and you're so eager to die? Your mindset isn't good!"
Ning Beichen said to Zhang Xin in his arms, without even glancing at the flying Chen Qiao.
Zhang Xin was utterly dumbfounded at this moment, unable to utter a single word, staring at Ning Beichen in shock.
Meanwhile, Chen Qiao, who had been blasted away by Ning Beichen, charged back in rage.
"I will kill you! I will exterminate your ten clans!"
"Tsk! Futile rage. Exterminate my ten clans? I don't even know if I have any clans."
Ning Beichen spoke, but his movements were not slow. As Chen Qiao attacked, his Grandmaster domain instantly erupted. Chen Qiao, like a disoriented little bird, fell before Ning Beichen.
Then, Ning Beichen punched him in the chest. Chen Qiao cried out in agony, feeling as if his internal organs had shattered.
"Grand... Grandmaster?"
Chen Qiao stammered in terror.
"Seems like you're not entirely stupid after all."
Ning Beichen said.
Chen Qiao was beyond words. You're a Grandmaster? Are you toying with me? You're a Grandmaster, why didn't you say so? Why the pretense?
Ning Beichen looked at him with disdain.
He felt no pity for such a treacherous disciple-killer. If it weren't for Zhang Xin, he would have sent him to hell with that punch.
"Miss Zhang Xin, do you want to avenge your father with your own hands?"
Ning Beichen asked Zhang Xin behind him.
Zhang Xin, also stunned, took a while to snap back to reality. Her gaze towards Chen Qiao was filled with hatred.