Chapter 1333: Fishing
Seeing the sudden assault from the elder behind Zheng Hua, Daoist Mu felt a pang in his heart. He knew he was no match, but he still stepped in to stop it immediately.
It wasn’t that he was worried about Yang Yan not being able to withstand it, but rather he had to express his stance.
The other party’s words were too rude, and though it would undoubtedly anger Yang Yan, he was equally afraid that Yang Yan would blame him for it.
Compared to Elder Zheng, Daoist Mu was at the initial stage of the Golden Core, while his opponent was halfway into the mid-stage, still a gap in strength.
However, with Yang Yan backing him, and his deliberate display, although there was significant pressure, neither could do anything to the other for a while, making it a fairly even match.
The two were locked in a back-and-forth, when Zheng Hua walked menacingly toward Yang Yan, who stood by watching, and said, "You worthless little bastard, let me give you a proper welcome on behalf of the Li Family! Hahaha..."
As Yang Yan watched Zheng Hua attack him, he sighed inwardly.
He hadn’t expected his low-key return to the continent would encounter such melodramatic events.
It seemed it was the Li Family’s lucky break, and he had to take action this time.
With that thought, Yang Yan felt a playful urge, controlling his spiritual power at the mid-stage of Core Formation, and a mysterious smile appeared on his lips.
Zheng Hua, seeing Yang Yan face his attack so calmly, with a smile no less, felt totally ignored and was furious.
With a sharp shout, he mobilized his entire spiritual power and charged toward Yang Yan like lightning.
Yang Yan’s smile grew wider as he gently reached out his palm to strike Zheng Hua’s wrist.
Crack!
A crisp sound of bone breaking resounded in the street, followed by Zheng Hua’s heart-wrenching scream.
Having landed a successful strike, Yang Yan did not stop; instead, he increased his speed and continued to assault Zheng Hua.
In just a blink of an eye, amid the opponent’s agonizing screams, he broke both his hands and feet.
Seeing he had punished him enough, he prepared to cripple his cultivation, waiting for his father to arrive.
Since he was preparing to become an enshrined member of the Li Family, he might as well present a satisfactory assignment.
Elder Zheng felt a pang of alarm at the first scream and immediately looked over, shocked at the sight before him.
In just a blink, Zheng Hua was already unrecognizable.
Seething with hatred, Elder Zheng made a full power strike to repel Daoist Mu, planning to rush to the rescue, but was entangled again by Daoist Mu, unable to disengage.
Daoist Mu was well aware of the situation on Yang Yan’s side, only becoming more assured in his heart.
Now, Yang Yan and the Zheng Family were clearly on opposing sides.
If the Li Family received Yang Yan’s full support, the Zheng Family stood no chance.
Zheng Hua, pampered all his life and never having endured such pain, seeing Yang Yan about to strike, tearfully used the life-saving measure his father left him.
In the sky, an azure figure appeared, emanating the power of late-stage Core Formation.
Zheng Hua said through gritted teeth, "Father, you must avenge me, kill him quickly."
Seeing his son’s miserable state, Zheng Hua’s father, Zheng Qianjun, bellowed in anger, "Wretch, how dare you! I’ll skin you alive and make a sky lantern to quell my rage."
He then used his power to send a hand seal toward Yang Yan.
Yang Yan silently cursed his luck.
Who knew a scoundrel of a son would also have such an arrogant father.
He precisely controlled his power and used his Spiritual Sense to slash at the apparition.
The apparition sensed the danger, showed a momentary shock, and quickly dodged aside.
At the same time, it used its spiritual power to offset the attack and accelerated the descent of the hand seal.
Yang Yan knew he couldn’t hit the apparition; that move was just to mislead him, hoping he might approach to finish him together.
Seeing how crafty the opponent was, Yang Yan gave up the notion, instantly raising his battle strength to the late stage of the Golden Core and using spiritual power to disperse the hand seal.
Having succeeded in the strike, Yang Yan didn’t pause, launching a fierce attack on the apparition like a raging storm.
Through the apparition, Zheng Hua’s father, Zheng Qianjun, sensed Yang Yan’s strength was only late-stage Golden Core, feeling reassured.
With a flicker, Zheng Qianjun moved towards Yang Yan’s position.
Upon his arrival, his apparition’s assault on Yang Yan subtly intensified.
Seeing his attacks repeatedly neutralized, Yang Yan feigned a look of panic, casually presenting an opening to Zheng Qianjun.
Zheng Qianjun was slightly wary initially, but the rare opportunity dispelled his doubts. He seized the moment to unleash his strongest attack—the Jade Ghost Palm.
With just one strike, he "grievously injured" Yang Yan.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Yang Yan’s body flew back like a broken kite, heavily crashing into a house beside the street.
As the dust settled, Yang Yan emerged with tattered clothes and blood at the corner of his mouth, staggering out, looking quite miserable.
Standing in place, not even wiping the blood from his mouth, Yang Yan exclaimed in shock, "Why are you so formidable? We both are at the late-stage Golden Core, so how did you gravely injure me?"
In the distance, entangled with Elder Zheng, Daoist Mu was taken aback upon hearing this.
He couldn’t understand why things turned out this way.
He clearly knew Yang Yan’s strength was definitely at the mid-stage Nascent Soul, possibly higher.
How could he possibly be so badly beaten by a late-stage Golden Core opponent?
This momentary distraction allowed the delighted Elder Zheng to take the opportunity to injure him, breaking free from the melee.
Lugging his injured body, Daoist Mu quickly returned to Yang Yan’s side.
Even then, he still couldn’t fathom it.
Just then, a long laugh echoed from the sky: "You brat, how could your measly late-stage Golden Core win against my avatar? Just surrender your life and save yourself the torture."
Seeing that the main adversary had finally arrived, Yang Yan trembled all over, dispersing the dust from his body, even the bloodstains on his lips vanished instantly.
With a nonchalant wave of his right hand, the Godslaying Sword flew out, easily dissipating the apparition.
Before his opponent could react, Yang Yan shed his disguise, revealing his mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, and fiercely said to the stunned Zheng Qianjun:
"So, we’ve played long enough, finally luring out this old scoundrel. For the insolence your son showed toward me recently, I’ll teach you a lesson!"
With that, Yang Yan summoned spiritual power in front of Zheng Qianjun, striking at the collapsed Zheng Hua.
A crisp sound was heard as the Protective Jade Pendant that Zheng Qianjun left for Zheng Hua shattered.
Seeing this, Yang Yan let out a cold laugh, launching another attack.
At this moment, Zheng Hua’s expression of delight froze solid.
His father, Zheng Qianjun, had left him no second Protective Jade Pendant.
This cracking sound crashed Zheng Hua from heaven to hell, leaving him utterly desolate.