Immortal Martial Emperor

Xiaohua had only been with him for a few days.

But Hong Yu had grown genuinely fond of this little girl who, despite her young age, refused to abandon the younger brothers and sisters who shared no blood with her.

He had planned to bring them back to the Frozen City and help them find their families.

But...

He never imagined something like this would happen.

If Cheng Gong’s slap landed, Xiaohua would be half-dead, if not killed outright. Seeing this, how could Hong Yu possibly care about exposing his strength and attracting the attention of the Blood Demon Palace?

"Harm a single hair on her head, and I’ll break one of your fingers!"

The furious roar coalesced into a surging sound wave, rolling outward.

The fifty City Guard Army soldiers had already surrounded Hong Yu, intending to annihilate him in one fell swoop. But under the force of that single roar, they all clutched their heads in agony. Blood streamed from their seven orifices as they collapsed to the ground, motionless.

A single roar had simultaneously shaken to death fifty well-trained soldiers, the weakest of whom was at the Earth Soul Realm.

This display of power caused the expression of Tang Sanpang, who had been smug and confident just a moment ago, to change drastically. His mouth went dry. "H-Holy shit, this guy is that strong?"

But Hong Yu had no time to deal with the greedy fatty.

With a single leap, he soared into the air, executing the Tyrant’s Walk. Amidst rolling thunder, he shot toward Cheng Gong.

He lashed out with a vicious kick.

Cheng Gong was just about to teach Xiaohua a harsh lesson when he suddenly felt the aura of death wash over him. His senses screamed, and he immediately tried to dodge to the side.

But no matter how fast he was, how could he possibly compare to Hong Yu?

At that exact moment, he was turning to flee, presenting his ass perfectly to Hong Yu...

"BAM!"

A vicious kick landed squarely on his ass.

"WAH!"

Cheng Gong shrieked as his body slammed into the ground. The immense force sent him scraping along the dirt for thirty to fifty meters.

"BOOM!"

He crashed heavily into the city wall.

This was only because Hong Yu, in his haste to save Xiaohua, hadn’t intended to kill.

Otherwise, that kick alone would have been enough to end Cheng Gong’s life.

Even so...

Cheng Gong was in unbearable agony.

He scrambled to stand up but found his lower body completely unresponsive.

A look of terror crossed Cheng Gong’s face. He looked down at his body, and his expression twisted, on the verge of wailing aloud.

His hips had been completely shattered by the kick.

It was a mangled mess of flesh and blood. Shards of his shattered pelvis pierced through the front of his thighs, dripping with gore.

Amidst the gore, a small, severed piece of flesh, no bigger than a finger, lay starkly on the ground.

Staring at that small piece of severed flesh, Cheng Gong’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he nearly fainted. "N-No, no... This can’t be happening! I... Fuck... How did this happen to me?"

"Young Master Cheng?"

His four scumbag friends all paled.

Their families did have some influence in the Frozen City, but compared to the Cheng Family, they weren’t even qualified to carry their shoes.

For years, these four had been running around with Cheng Gong.

Sucking up to him.

Because of this, they had brought great benefits to their own families.

And that was why, despite being young tyrants who ran roughshod over everyone, they were still valued and cultivated by their families.

It was no exaggeration to say that Cheng Gong was their meal ticket!

Normally, aside from joining Cheng Gong in his wanton rampages, their most important job was to protect him. Now that Cheng Gong was in such a state, how could they not be terrified?

"Young Master Cheng, how are you?"

"Young Master Cheng, are you okay?"

The group chattered worriedly, all of them gathered around Cheng Gong.

Beyond the terror on Cheng Gong’s face was a look of venomous hatred. Staring at Hong Yu in the distance, Cheng Gong let out a chilling, spiteful roar, "Fuck your ancestors! Can’t you see the state I’m in? Motherfuckers, get over there right now and kill that bastard for me..."

"I’m going to have him torn into a million pieces!"

Cheng Gong raged.

He roared hysterically.

Hearing this, the four men all turned to look at Hong Yu.

At that moment, Hong Yu was holding Xiaohua in his arms, gently patting the poor little girl’s shoulder. He said softly, "Don’t be afraid. Brother Hongyu is here. No one will ever hurt you!"

"Mm, I’m not scared. I... I’m not scared!"

Xiaohua’s lips were purple and she was trembling, but she spoke with stubbornness.

’Poor little girl...’

At such a young age, she had witnessed her family and the twenty thousand other people in her town being brutally killed, their blood drained. It was only by a stroke of luck that she met Hong Yu and escaped death.

And now she had to face this kind of torment.

This made Hong Yu’s heart ache for her, while his hatred for Cheng Gong and these five young tyrants reached its peak.

"Sob, sob... Sister Xiaohua, are you hurt?"

"Brother Hongyu, will you get revenge for Sister Xiaohua?"

A group of innocent children spoke pitifully.

With the four young tyrants all surrounding Cheng Gong, the children were naturally free again.

Seeing the hateful gazes the children directed at the four young masters, Hong Yu took a deep breath. "Of course, I’ll get revenge for you. But you have to promise me one thing!"

"Brother, just say it. Even if you want my blood, I won’t even blink."

A young boy stepped forward.

The fear and timidity in his eyes were visible, but he rolled up his pant leg and spoke to Hong Yu.

A lump formed in Hong Yu’s throat.

’This little guy must have seen how the experts from the Blood Demon Palace bled his family dry that day.’

He gently lowered the boy’s pant leg, forcing a smile. He said in a low voice, "Little ones, that’s not the condition I’m talking about! I want you to close your eyes now, and you absolutely cannot open them until I tell you to. Can you promise me that?"

"Ah? Oh, so that’s it?"

The little boy was clearly relieved and stuck out his tongue.

Hong Yu ruffled his hair and smiled. "Can you do it?"

"Mhm!"

The group of children nodded earnestly.

Watching them close their eyes, Hong Yu finally let out a long breath. He slowly rose to his feet and looked toward the four approaching young tyrants.

Although the four were approaching, their faces were thick with wariness and fear.

The cultivation of these four was a level higher than Cheng Gong’s; they were all at the Late-stage Celestial Soul Realm. The four stared at Hong Yu with cold eyes and said grimly, "Brat, you actually dared to injure Young Master Cheng. You’re dead!"

But Hong Yu just looked at them indifferently.

He suddenly took a deep breath and pointed at them.

He said lightly, "Let me ask you something. Do you guys lose your hair?"

"Huh?"

"Lose my hair? Heh heh heh, the only thing this young master takes off is clothes!"

"Brat, you’re dead today. Just tell us how you want to die."

Seeing the four young tyrants’ cocky demeanor, the corners of Hong Yu’s lips curved into a dangerous smile.

He took a calm, deep breath and said nonchalantly, "Since you don’t lose your hair, then the hairs on your clothes aren’t yours. And if they’re not yours, that means the hairs on your clothes all belong to these children!"

"So what?"

The four young tyrants looked at Hong Yu in confusion.

Hong Yu spoke slowly and deliberately. "I just said it. For every hair they lose, I’ll break one of your fingers! From the looks of it, I’m afraid you don’t have enough fingers to compensate them!"

Just now, these young tyrants had been grabbing a few of the children.

It was perfectly normal for some hair to get on their clothes while the children were struggling.

None of them had paid it any mind.

Now, hearing Hong Yu’s words, they looked at each other and then erupted in fury. "Damn it, you’re one arrogant bastard!"

"Fuck it, let’s get him, brothers! As long as we hold him off, when the City Guard Army General gets here, he won’t be able to escape even if he could fly!"

"Motherfucker, he injured Young Master Cheng! Isn’t that just gonna make us take the fall? I’ll fucking kill you!"

The four young tyrants spouted a stream of profanities.

Their faces were twisted with a wanton, hysterical madness.

They also knew full well that if they didn’t take down Hong Yu and get revenge for Cheng Gong, life would be hell for them when they returned to their families!

The only way to make up for their failure now was to subdue Hong Yu—or even kill him.

At this thought, the four of them attacked simultaneously.

Facing these four young tyrants, the corners of Hong Yu’s lips curved into that dangerous smile again. He snorted coldly, "Tyrannizing the neighborhood, preying on the common folk... all four of you deserve to die!"

As Hong Yu roared, a blue light flashed in his left eye.

The blue light shot out like an Ice Arrow.

It was as fast as thunder tearing through the sky.

Of course...

These Spirit Arrows formed from blue light didn’t just fly in a straight line. Under Hong Yu’s control, they instantly split into four separate attacks in mid-air.

The four attacks shot out.

The four charging young tyrants had no time to dodge and were struck directly by the blue Spirit Arrows. The viciousness in their eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a blank, dazed look.

Hong Yu strode forward, lashing out with four swift kicks.

The four young tyrants all fell to the ground.

At this moment, all four were reeling from the Mental Shock, completely paralyzed and mentally vacant.

In this state, a grim coldness flashed in Hong Yu’s eyes. He fiercely lifted his right foot and then brought it stomping down. "CRACK!"

A crisp snap echoed!

The first young tyrant’s five fingers were instantly crushed under Hong Yu’s foot.

"AHHH!"

The searing pain snapped the young tyrant back to his senses. He shrieked hysterically, "Bastard! How dare you do this?! Do you know who I am? My uncle is a Commander in the City Guard Army! How dare you do this to—"

Before he could finish, Hong Yu stomped down again.

Another crisp crack, accompanied by a spray of blood.

With this stomp, Hong Yu crushed the five fingers on his other hand.

"You..."

The young tyrant was about to roar in fury.

But Hong Yu lashed out with a kick to his mouth, sending him flying high into the air. He spun several times before crashing heavily back to the ground.

His mouth was full of blood, nearly all of his teeth knocked out.

Hong Yu glanced at the terrified young tyrant and said coldly, "I don’t care who you are. Even if you were the son of the Celestial King himself, I wouldn’t let you go after you dared to bully Xiaohua and the others!"

"Ghh... ghh..."

The young tyrant lay crumpled on the ground, choking on blood and struggling feebly.

Hong Yu continued forward, successively crushing the ten fingers of the next two young tyrants and kicking them away.

Soon, only the last young tyrant remained.

This one, however, had just awoken from the Mental Shock. Though his head was still foggy, the sight of his wretched companions made his face twist in horror. He scrambled to his feet, trying to flee.

Hong Yu narrowed his eyes, watching the pathetic figure flee. A grim voice suddenly rang out...

"No one is getting away!"