Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

"You bastard, you’ll pay for this."

With a furious roar, Zheng Ke raised his fist, ready to smash it down.

"Young Master Zheng!"

Seeing Zheng Ke’s murderous intent, Lan Xinyu hesitated for a moment before darting in front of Ye Wushuang. "Young Master Zheng," she cried, "this man is a guest at our establishment. I hope you can give me some face and let him go."

Zheng Ke sneered. "Marry me, and I’ll listen to anything you say."

"The world is vast and full of wonders. I’ve met many shameless people, but someone as utterly shameless as you? This is a first."

At table fourteen, Ye Wushuang remained seated. He took another sip of Fire Orchid Spirit, making the onlookers’ eyes twitch. The first cup, they might have thought he was just putting on a brave face.

But now, after three consecutive cups of Fiery Fire Burning Essence, his expression hadn’t changed in the slightest. This was no longer just an act.

"Kid, if you have any guts, stop hiding behind a woman and stand up!" Goaded by Ye Wushuang’s repeated taunts, Zheng Ke’s fury boiled over. No one would stop him from killing Ye Wushuang.

Sensing Zheng Ke’s killing intent, Lan Xinyu’s expression changed slightly. She turned and called out to Ye Wushuang, "Sir, you should leave now!"

Hearing her, Ye Wushuang stood up and stepped away from table fourteen, as if he intended to do as she said.

"You piece of trash! Don’t you fucking let me see you in Black Stone City again, or I’ll break all four of your limbs to teach you a lesson."

Zheng Ke also thought Ye Wushuang was about to flee, and he sneered with eyes full of murderous intent.

But.

He soon discovered he was mistaken.

Far from leaving, Ye Wushuang was walking toward him. With a single step, killing intent flared to life.

BOOM!

Zheng Ke could no longer contain his own murderous rage. He threw a punch at Ye Wushuang, the full force of his Spiritual Spring Realm erupting and sweeping through the entire restaurant.

It seemed he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had pulverized Ye Wushuang to dust with a single blow.

Such viciousness stunned the crowd, who began to mourn for Ye Wushuang in their hearts.

"Zheng Ke!"

Lan Xinyu hadn’t expected Zheng Ke to be so tyrannical, to kill at a moment’s notice.

Just as she turned, she saw Ye Wushuang slowly raise one hand. He spread his five fingers and, with a casual motion, grabbed forward, instantly catching Zheng Ke’s fist.

The surging power immediately receded like a tidal wave, completely suppressed.

Zheng Ke’s expression froze. He snapped his head up to stare at Ye Wushuang, his face a mask of utter disbelief.

He felt as if his fist had just slammed into a mountain.

"Get lost!"

Ye Wushuang flicked his wrist. With a RIP, a bloody arm was instantly torn off and sent flying, blood spraying out like a fountain.

"AH!"

Zheng Ke screamed as his body was flung backward, crashing into the doorway with a THUD.

"My arm... it’s gone! Aaaargh..."

His shrill screams echoed through the air, pulling the crowd out of their daze.

’A Spiritual Spring First Layer cultivator, defeated so casually, his arm torn right off... This guy is so strong, so brutal!’

Even Lan Xinyu was dumbfounded.

She knew Zheng Ke’s strength. Even if she were to kill him, it would take considerable effort.

But for the young man in white before her, it was as easy as crushing an ant. It was unbelievable.

"We had no quarrel. But you tried to take my wine, ruined my good mood, and even threatened to sever my limbs. This arm is your punishment. I’ll give you three breaths. Get out, or die!"

"You damn bastard, you just wait! The City Lord’s Mansion won’t let you get away with this!"

Zheng Ke clutched his bloody stump, his features twisted in agony.

He never imagined someone in Black Stone City would dare to touch him, let alone cripple his arm.

"I’ll get you back for this! I’ll make you wish you were dead! And you, you bitch! Once I’m done with you, I’ll sell you to a brothel... COUGH! COUGH!"

Zheng Ke roared hideously, coughing up blood. He scrambled to his feet and turned to leave. This debt had to be repaid.

Hearing the vicious threats, the color drained from Lan Xinyu’s beautiful face, and her delicate frame trembled with fear.

The price she would have to pay was beyond her imagination.

She knew Zheng Ke’s depraved nature; he would absolutely do as he said and make her wish she were dead.

Watching Zheng Ke leave, Lan Xinyu was frantic. She said to Ye Wushuang, "Sir, you must leave Black Stone City at once! Otherwise, Zheng Ke will not let you go."

After speaking, Lan Xinyu turned to Lan Zheng. "Father, we should pack our things and leave quickly, too!"

They could no longer stay in Black Stone City.

"Forget packing. We need to leave here first." Lan Zheng knew the strength of the City Lord’s Mansion. Even he, a Spiritual Spring Sixth Layer expert, had been severely injured by them. Black Stone City was the Zheng Family’s domain; no one dared to cross them.

Since they couldn’t afford to provoke them, their only option was to flee.

The only way to save their lives now was to escape Black Stone City as quickly as possible. Nothing else mattered.

Supporting Lan Zheng, Lan Xinyu turned and prepared to walk toward the restaurant entrance.

But after just a few steps, she was shocked to see Ye Wushuang sitting back down at table fourteen, pouring himself another drink.

The rest of the crowd also noticed that Ye Wushuang showed no sign of panic or fear. He sat there nonchalantly, as if he couldn’t bear to part with that pot of Fire Orchid Spirit.

"Young sir, you..." Lan Zheng began, intending to urge Ye Wushuang to leave.

But he saw Ye Wushuang look up, smile faintly, and ask, "Care to join me for a drink? This Fire Orchid Spirit might be a bit lacking, but it’s still a fine spirit. It would be a shame to waste it."

Hearing this, Lan Xinyu gave a bitter smile. ’Our lives are on the line, and he’s still worried about whether the wine is good.’

"Sit down and have a drink. Once it’s finished, there’ll be a good show to watch," Ye Wushuang said, raising the wine pot.

Lan Zheng’s eyes flickered. He seemed to have realized something. He turned to Lan Xinyu and said, "Xinyu, hurry and pour the young sir a drink. Today, I will risk my life to drink with him."

Lan Zheng let go of Lan Xinyu’s supporting arm and sat down at table fourteen.

The crowd outside was stunned. ’Are these two just waiting to die?’

Lan Xinyu was also stunned for a moment. When she came to her senses, she saw her father, Lan Zheng, sitting at the table. After a moment’s hesitation, she walked over and took the wine pot from Ye Wushuang’s hands.

Ye Wushuang let go.

Lan Xinyu moved with grace, and in a moment, she had filled two cups.

"Please."

Ye Wushuang raised his cup and drained it in one gulp.

Lan Zheng gave Ye Wushuang a deep look, then also raised his cup.

"Father!"

But Lan Xinyu stopped him. Lan Zheng was seriously injured and had been forbidden from drinking alcohol, let alone the potent Fire Orchid Spirit. One cup might just kill him.

"It’s fine. It’s rare for this young sir to be in such high spirits. I will risk my life to accompany him." Lan Zheng waved her off.

Ye Wushuang, however, shook his head. ’It’s just a cup of wine, yet they’re acting like it’s a matter of life and death.’

As if his mind was made up, Lan Zheng raised the cup and also drained it in one gulp.

PTHB!

The next moment, he violently spat out a mouthful of blood—and the blood was black!

"Father!"

Seeing this, Lan Xinyu’s face changed, and she rushed forward to support him.

"I’m fine!" Lan Zheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Staring at the black bloodstain, his eyes narrowed, and he suddenly turned to Ye Wushuang.

"How was that cup of wine?" Ye Wushuang asked.

"Thank you, thank you!" Lan Zheng was suddenly ecstatic. He said to Lan Xinyu, "Xinyu, pour more wine! I want to drink heartily with this young sir."

"To drink heartily, you first need to be alive."

But in the next instant, a cold voice rang out from outside the restaurant.