There was a tense silence between heaven and earth.
Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao casually dropped Yang Hai's arm to the ground. The onlookers were stunned, unable to regain their composure for a long time.
Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao were well-known figures in Xia, having appeared on TV news. They were genuine formation masters! Yet they had just torn off Yang Hai's arms for a young boy. How could they not consider the consequences?
Tang Yuxin and Wang Menglu, standing next to Horn, looked on with an air of indifference. To them, Yang Hai had it coming. After all, Horn was a seven-star formation mage, and it was only natural for Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao to seize the opportunity to ingratiate themselves.
"Mr. Su, are you not frightened?" Mr. Wei asked respectfully as he walked over.
Mr. Qiao added with a flattering smile, "Mr. Su, there are too many annoying flies in this world. It's up to Mr. Wei and me to help you swat these dirty flies to death, so you don't have to dirty your hands!"
In public, they refrained from calling Horn by his senior title, addressing him as "Mr. Su" as quietly as possible. However, their attempt at discretion only caused a greater stir among the onlookers.
People were so shocked they nearly choked on their own saliva, with many coughing violently. Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao, two renowned formation masters, were addressing a young boy as "Mr. Su"? Who was this boy?
Although news of Horn reaching the seventh floor of the Seven-Colored Immortal Tower in the academy square had been kept under wraps by Lin Zixuan's orders, rumors had still leaked out. Especially after the Imperial Capital Immortal Martial Academy placed Horn on their must-kill list, his name started to circulate in public.
Whispers spread through the crowd. Could it be that Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao were trying to cultivate a future immortal? Such talent was no trivial matter!
As everyone speculated, Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao turned their cold, angry eyes on Yang Hai.
"Scum, why aren't you kneeling and apologizing to Mr. Su?" Mr. Wei demanded. "If you don't earn Mr. Su's forgiveness today, your life ends here!"
Mr. Wei's withered hands clenched into fists, and the aura of Half-step Creation surrounded him. Mr. Qiao, seeing Yang Hai clenching his teeth and remaining silent, flashed forward and slapped Yang Hai's mouth with his withered right palm.
There was a resounding "pop" as Yang Hai, unable to defend himself, began to bleed from the mouth, several teeth flying out.
"Scum, what do you use that mouth for? How did someone like you become the head of the Linzhou branch of the Shangyin Department? Kneel down!"
With that, Qiao Lao pressed his palm on Yang Hai's shoulder, unleashing a terrifying power. Yang Hai crumpled to the ground with a "thud," the impact shattering the earth beneath his knees.
Yang Hai, still kneeling, glanced at Horn, whose indifferent expression made Yang Hai seethe with rage. Why should he, the head of the Linzhou branch of the Yinbu, kneel before a discarded son of the Su family?
"Is there no justice left in this world?" Yang Hai roared towards the sky. "Senior Su Changsheng, please stand up for me! I am Yang Hai, the person in charge of the Linzhou branch of the Yinbu. They use their power to bully others, treating me as if I am less than human! I beg you, show up and seek justice for me!"
Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao froze at these words, momentarily worried that the mysterious and powerful Su Changsheng might indeed intervene on Yang Hai's behalf. High above, Jiang Wan and Lin Zixuan narrowed their eyes, sensing the tension in the air, while Tang Yuxin and Wang Menglu grew slightly tense.
Only Horn appeared bemused. Was Yang Hai actually begging him to seek justice?
Minutes passed with no response, and Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao grew confident that Senior Su Changsheng would not take action.
"For a despicable person like you, begging Senior Su Changsheng for help? There must be something wrong with your head!" Mr. Wei sneered. "Since you refuse to apologize to Mr. Su, today will be your last!"
Mr. Wei took a step forward. Yang Hai, despite having lost both arms, tried desperately to stand and escape, but it was too late. Mr. Wei delivered a powerful kick to Yang Hai's chest.
Crack, crack, crack—
The sound of bones breaking echoed in the air as Yang Hai collapsed to the ground, blood pouring from his mouth. Mr. Qiao swiftly moved forward, whispering a secret message to Mr. Wei, "Old man Wei, it's my turn. You can't always steal the show!"
Mr. Wei paused, then watched as Mr. Qiao stepped on Yang Hai's head, forcing it into the ground. Yang Hai's body convulsed, clinging to life by a thread.
Just as Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao were about to finish Yang Hai off, ripples appeared in the sky, and a black figure suddenly descended. The newcomer was a middle-aged man with cold eyes. Frowning as he took in the scene, he spoke in a frosty voice, "Mr. Wei, Mr. Qiao, don't push this too far!"
Upon seeing the man, Lin Zixuan and Jiang Wan became instantly wary. The man belonged to the powerful Yang family of the southwest, specifically Yang Zhen, the youngest of the renowned Three Heroes of the Yang family.
Yang Zhen's reputation for ruthlessness was well-known, with the saying in Southwest China, "Better to provoke the King of Hell than the Three Heroes!" Anyone who dared cross the Yang family's Three Heroes was doomed to disappear.
Linzhou, located in Xia Kingdom, was far from both East China and the Southwest region. However, Yang Zhen had been working in nearby Jinling City for the past few days. Hearing of the one-sword dragon-slaying incident in Linzhou, he had come to investigate.
To his shock, he arrived to find his half-brother, Yang Hai, being brutalized. Despite being an illegitimate son never fully recognized by the Yang family, Yang Hai's cultivation talent had earned him their secret support, allowing him to become the head of the Linzhou branch. As a pawn of the Three Heroes, Yang Hai carried the Yang family bloodline, and Yang Zhen could not stand idly by as Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao attempted to kill him.
Struggling on the ground, Yang Hai saw Yang Zhen in the sky and, with his last strength, cried out, "Third Brother, save me!"
Yang Zhen's cold eyes locked onto Horn. "Mr. Wei, Mr. Qiao, I won't argue with you. But this kid must die today!"
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