"Hmph." Fang Zilin showed no sign of fear, slightly surprised that this woman dared to take action. His handso face took on a cruel expression. Perfect timing, unable to vent the frustration and anger from discovering that Di Qiong already had a daughter.
With a movent of Fang Zilin’s mind, he pulled out his sword with an action as smooth as muscle mory.
A sword drawn.
Hiss.
The sword light was silver-white, dazzling to the extre.
Sword Intent like a waterfall, transforming into spots, exceptionally precise, directly locking onto Di Qiong’s incoming fist.
Fang Zilin’s lips curled into a proud expression.
His strength was not inferior.
If you dare to take action against , you must pay the appropriate price.
Thinking this, his wrist slightly trembled, a thousand tis in an instant, thus the advancing Sword Light grew fiercer, as if it could obliterate everything.
In a flash.
"Ding!" A crisp sound instantly spread out.
Step, step, step...
Fang Zilin retreated three steps consecutively.
His originally smug face showed a trace of paleness.
The hand holding the purple longsword trembled slightly.
There was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
He lifted his eyes, his gaze was incomparably gloomy, also shocked.
He stared at Di Qiong, murderous intent surging.
He didn’t expect to suffer a loss!
Actually, sustaining a small injury.
Looking at Di Qiong again, she remained unmoved, even the fist that directly collided with the Sword Light only showed minor traces.
As an Emperor Dragon, her Physical Strength was beyond common imagination, even physical fists colliding with sharp swords was nothing.
"The girl has good strength." Fang Zilin suddenly laughed, baring his teeth, laughter filled with cruelty.
"Apologize to Shuilan, otherwise, I assure you today, your fate will be more tragic than imagined." Di Qiong drank word by word.
"Apologize to her? Haha... Is this little bastard worthy?" Fang Zilin glanced at Su Shuilan, his smile widened.
"You seek death!!!" Di Qiong’s fury was uncontrollable, a roar erupted as she charged forward, locking onto Fang Zilin, her fists swung, murderous intent fierce.
Di Qiong’s anger was no joke.
Each punch carried incredible Strength, this was the inherent advantage of being an Emperor Dragon.
The Monster Beast Clan, in terms of Strength, it’s understandable.
Especially an Emperor Dragon?
Moreover, Di Qiong had no intention of defending, her attacks were bold and direct, her defensive power was astonishing, she could stand there and even Fang Zilin couldn’t slice her apart with a sword, not to ntion their master was nearby.
What did she have to fear?
No worries.
Only rage, roaring anger.
"Damn!" Fang Zilin was shocked, his eyes widened in extre amazent.
He felt danger and a burning pressure, the space before him was completely crushed by Di Qiong, who lood irresistibly, terrifyingly, like a giant mountain pressing down.
The opponent’s strength was unexpectedly strong?
Beyond Fang Zilin’s predictions.
"Yanshui Sword!!!" Fang Zilin dared not hold back even a little? The longsword slashed, Sword Intent ethereal, Fang Zilin himself moved like a shuttle through water, astonishingly agile, Mysterious Qi gathering threads, writhing upon the sword, Sword Dance silently, frantically shaking, bringing layers of rippling Sword Intent, Sword Light undulating, like threads carrying deadly intent, aid at Di Qiong.
And Di Qiong.
No Fist Technique or thodology.
Just domineering as such, bold and unrestrained Fist Seals.
Just slamd forward fiercely.
Even when encountering the Sword Light emanated by Fang Zilin, still showed no restraint or avoidance.
More terrifying was that Fang Zilin’s self-satisfied Yanshui Sword Sword Light, even... even when it hit Di Qiong’s fist, failed to inflict substantial harm.
Di Qiong’s Fist Seal rely broke the skin, nothing more.
Fang Zilin’s face grew paler, his heartbeat quickened, exerting all his Strength to display Swordsmanship, vainly attempting to fend off Di Qiong while retreating.
In the blink of an eye.
Di Qiong was already close to Fang Zilin.
"You..." Fang Zilin was horrified, just about to shout sothing.
Bang!
A punch.
Di Qiong’s punch smashed into Fang Zilin’s chest.
Fang Zilin’s entire body flew backward, chest a bloody ss, ribs visible.
Fang Zilin flew back more than ten ters, nearly fell to the ground, only stabilized by the longsword in his hand.
After stabilizing himself, he spat blood, mouthful after mouthful, his face dark and dusty.
Shocked and terrified, furious! Suddenly raising his head, pointing the sword at Di Qiong: "Bitch, you dare hurt ?!"
Then, Fang Zilin roared: "Surround them!!! Damn it! Bitch, I want you to pay an enormous price!"
Fang Zilin was filled with resentnt, his voice had a tearing quality.
He stared at Di Qiong: "I, Fang Zilin, guarantee that you and this little bastard will be utterly miserable."
This place was Qingya Academy.
His domain.
He’s not actually that arrogant.
Just as Fang Zilin’s shout faded away, it was clearly visible that the students who had been standing around hesitated at first, then beca resolute, all raising their weapons quickly to surround Di Qiong and Su Shuilan.
Waves of murderous intent locked onto Di Qiong.
"Bitch, do you think you’re that strong? Can you be stronger than so many people, damn it? It’s your honor that I fancy you, but I didn’t expect you already had a little bastard," Fang Zilin sneered, "Are you not acting arrogant now? Huh?! Why aren’t you arrogant now? Go ahead and kill , young master?!"
He already had the intent to kill, wanting to kill both Di Qiong and Little Shui Lan.
Otherwise, how could he relieve the hatred in his heart?
It was just at this mont.
"Zilin, what are you ssing around with?" A thick voice of an elder suddenly appeared.
An elder appeared beside Fang Zilin.
The elder, clad in a blue-gray long robe, was bare-handed.
The elder’s hair was grizzled, with a beard, bare-handed, and his eyes were not large, yet extrely bright.
The elder was of the Eternal Dominion Realm Eighth Level!!!
After the elder appeared, he stared at Fang Zilin and reprimanded him.
Imdiately.
Fang Zilin’s body trembled, seemingly a bit afraid, but, more than anything else, was pleased.
"Grandfather, it was this bitch and this little bastard who dared to injure ," Fang Zilin shrunk back with a smile, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, said.
And the surrounding students who had encircled Di Qiong and Little Shui Lan all bowed respectfully: "Fourth Elder, Fourth Elder, greetings Fourth Elder..."
It turned out that this elder was Qingya Academy’s Fourth Elder.
"Never mind." The Fourth Elder glanced at Fang Zilin and said.
"Just let it go?" Fang Zilin was sowhat unwilling.
It was just at this mont.
No one noticed when Su Chen had already arrived beside Di Qiong and Little Shui Lan.
"Shuilan, be good." Su Chen squatted down, pinched the chubby face of Little Shui Lan: "Don’t cry."
Little Shui Lan was already crying, crying aggrievedly.
Then.
Su Chen stood up, raised his eyes, quietly raised his eyes, and looked towards Fang Zilin.
"What are you looking at? Who the hell are you? Are you this little bastard’s dad?!!!" Fang Zilin was not at all afraid of Su Chen, since his grandfather was there, besides, he could tell, that Su Chen was just trash of the Heaven Earth Sovereign Realm Eighth Level, and he was even angrier at the thought that this guy was Di Qiong’s man?
Su Chen said nothing, but took steps forward.
Da da da...
Steps were light, walking step by step towards Fang Zilin.
"You little mongrel, you... what do you want to do? Do you still want to make a move? I haven’t even decided to kill you yet, and you mother~~~ dare to co over?!" Fang Zilin was extrely angry, like a chicken whose feathers had been ruffled, roaring.
The reason for such a reaction was a mysterious feeling of unease.
But the other party was clearly just trash of the Heaven Earth Sovereign Realm Eighth Level.
The thought of fearing should not be.
But he was afraid.
So, he was this furious, this out of control.
Su Chen still said nothing, continued stepping forward, from beginning to end, his expression as calm as ever, without a change of emotion.
Seeing Su Chen almost reaching Fang Zilin now.
That elder in the blue-gray robe, also Fang Zilin’s grandfather, also the Fourth Elder, squinted his eyes, raised his head, and looked at Su Chen: "Young man, what do you want to do?!"
The elder’s tone was sowhat dangerous.
"Get lost!!!" Su Chen turned his head indifferently, staring at the elder, suddenly shouted.
With this one word.
In an instant.
A thrilling scene erged that made everyone’s body tremble.
That Fourth Elder actually... actually suddenly retreated, accompanied by blood gushing from his mouth, and at that mont his face turned pale, and an expression of shock and fear almost about to burst.
At the sa ti.
Su Chen was already standing in front of Fang Zilin, he raised his hand, pointed to Little Shui Lan not far away, and made eye contact with Fang Zilin, smiling: "You said my dear one, is a little bastard?"
"I..." Fang Zilin was suffocated, for no reason, he felt as if he had stepped into the land of life and death, terrifying, too terrifying.
He was not given a chance to speak.
Suddenly.
BANG!
Su Chen casually raised his hand.
As if eting an old friend, placed it on Fang Zilin’s shoulder.
Instantly.
BOOM!!!
The hard stone slabs under Fang Zilin’s feet suddenly cracked and shattered.
And Fang Zilin’s knees broke instantly.
Crashing to the ground, a sea of glaring red.
And Fang Zilin’s shoulder was completely crushed, blood blurred.
"Aaahhh..." Fang Zilin scread in pain, howling madly, the pain so excruciating that he couldn’t even pass out, his whole body shivering in convulsions.
And Su Chen, from above: "I’m asking you? Co on, was it you who said that? That my dear is a little bastard?"
[Stay tuned for more excitent tomorrow, asking for recomndations ahhh, the recent updates seem pretty good! How co there are so few recomndation votes? Crying to death, ahhh...]
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