"I can’t take it anymore!" Finally! Hai Zhilan couldn’t endure this imnse pain any longer and was about to stand up, but his legs felt completely useless, like they were paralyzed. They wouldn’t obey him, just like those of a person with cerebral palsy!
"Family Head! Your... your leg is bleeding!"
"Ah!!! What! What did you say?" Hai Zhilan was taken aback.
"Your... your thigh is bleeding," soone nearby stamred, pointing at his leg.
As a result, Hai Zhilan looked down, and with a thud, he fell to the ground. Kneeling for too long in agony, rubbing against the surface, his kneecaps were chafed, leading to peeling and bleeding.
"Why are you all just standing there? Get up quickly!"
Hai Zhilan shouted angrily.
"Oh! Kneeling for such a short ti, are you planning to get up and leave?" Just as Hai Zhilan climbed up, Beiming Lan leapt out from the Beiming Mansion, hands behind her back, with a smug smile on her face.
"Beiming Lan, how dare you tease ?"
Seeing Beiming Lan again made Hai Zhilan furious.
"Tease you? How did I tease you? Didn’t I tell you before that kneeling gives you a fifty percent chance, but if you don’t, you’ve got no chance at all? Plus, you didn’t even kneel enough for my sister to co out, so strictly speaking, you haven’t t her demands at all. People say they love and like soone so much, willing to die for them, but can’t even kneel? Even elentary school kids now don’t believe this stuff." Beiming Lan shook her head in disbelief.
This made Hai Zhilan so angry he nearly spat blood right there!
"You!!!"
Hai Zhilan gritted his teeth, wishing he could strip the skin off this girl.
"What about , huh? You want to threaten here? Oh, then you’ve got guts, not catching up with my sister but threatening . If you scare today, honestly, you won’t have any chance in the future to see my sister. Just go ho, take a bath, and dream about it." Beiming Lan continued rcilessly, her words sharp and unrelenting.
Hai Zhilan bit the bullet, having no way to counter her!
"Fine! Looks like I’ve been played today. Well done, all of you! Beiming Lan, let’s wait and see who wins in the end!"
In his anger, just as he wrestled free from everyone, his legs gave out, and he fell flat on his face.
Beiming Lan laughed so hard her waist couldn’t remain straight.
"Hurry up and help up!"
Hai Zhilan was about to cry from humiliation... he got carried back to the Hai Family...
If it hadn’t been on account of Lin Zifeng of the South Heavenly Gate today, Beiming Yu might have taken a shot at him, to put out his fiery temper...
...
anwhile, Lin Zifeng and the handso guy, after hardships, had erged from the hundred-step Stone Platform and entered a new Space. They had arrived in the First Layer Space.
The territory of the Clown King!
When the Clown King appeared and saw Lin Zifeng holding the Heavenly Painting Halberd, he was so frightened he didn’t dare co out.
The Clown King’s Cultivation was only at Sub-Saint First Layer Heaven peak. Facing soone like Lin Zifeng with Sub-Saint Eighth Layer Heaven Combat Power wasn’t even on the sa level, and he wasn’t stupid; fighting him head-on would end horribly...
They had unobstructed access, directly entering the Second Layer. There they encountered the Mud King. The Mud King was braver; when encountering Lin Zifeng, he not only wasn’t scared but wanted to fight him.
"You dead monkey, looking like mud, dare to step forward for a beating? Co, co to , I can knock you down with one hand!"
The handso guy, undeterred, wanted to fight the Mud King.
"Don’t call a monkey!!!" That was the Mud King’s sore point; he hated being called a monkey. He wasn’t a monkey, just had peculiar looks.
"Oh? If you’re not a monkey, what are you then? You don’t look like a monkey, more like a dumb one. Haha... I especially like it when you’re pissed but can’t get back at . Co on, let’s fight!" The handso guy kept taunting.
"You’re asking for it!!!"
The Mud King was completely enraged.
"Damn! Kid, it’s your turn, my mouth is all dry, I’m taking a break..." Seeing Mud King infuriated, this dead dog ran, not confronting Mud King directly.
"..." Lin Zifeng was at his wit’s end; this dead dog was sothing else.
"Watchdog! Dare to face alone, having a kid help you. What is that?"
Facing Lin Zifeng’s indifferent yet strong deanor, Mud King showed fear. Just from the look of his War Spear, it was obvious it wasn’t an ordinary weapon; fighting it out wouldn’t bring him any benefits...
"Damn! Monkey, don’t be smug, I casually don’t know how many of you I can squash!"
"Fine! Watchdog, don’t just call others, dare to co ****? I’m just longing for a duel." Mud King was a rogue himself.
"Don’t call a watchdog!"
"Don’t call a monkey!"
Their argunt escalating, Lin Zifeng stood by, putting away the Heavenly Painting Halberd, opting to watch their verbal spat with interest.
"Roar! Watchdog! I want a duel with you!"
"Monkey! Don’t act up around ! Don’t think I’m frightened, I can tear your skin, pull your tendons, and smash your bones to bits!"
"Great! Co on! My skin and bones feel uncomfortable now. Just need a dog to spar with." Mud King prepared for a battle.
"Bring it on!"
The handso guy couldn’t take the dead monkey’s nuisance anymore, bared his teeth, roared, and charged at the Mud King who also got provoked. Fast like lightning, quick as a whirlwind, in the blink of an eye punched the handso guy’s face.
"Bang!"
The fist landed heavily on the right side of the handso guy’s face, knocking out two teeth!
"Roar!" The handso guy was no pushover, lifting his forearms, ten sharp claws tearing through Mud King’s body’s outer skin, leaving five blood marks on each arm!
Scarlet blood dripped from the handso guy’s claws, all of it Mud King’s blood. But losing two of his teeth caused the handso guy imnse pain.
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