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A sudden gust of wind rose, stirring up a bit of dust from the ground.
"I will kill you!" Leng Ping shouted angrily as he charged at Wu Xiaozhuang.
"Overestimating yourself," the latter scoffed, his arm suddenly extending, unleashing the overwhelming energy of the Seven-Section Warrior.
Bang!
With a muffled thud, Leng Ping's tall and slender figure was sent flying backward like a broken rag doll.
"Cough cough cough..." Leng Ping, who had fallen to the ground, clutched his chest and coughed violently. It was clear that Wu Xiaozhuang had not held back in that last attack.
"Wu Xiaozhuang! Why are you doing this?!" At this moment, Leng Ping still couldn't understand Wu Xiaozhuang's motives. Although the Wu Family was merely an auxiliary family of the Cold Family, the elders in their clan did not look down on Wu Xiaozhuang, the top disciple from outside. They even taught him the Bagua Seal Palm; how could he...
"Why?" Wu Xiaozhuang's eyes suddenly flashed with hatred as he said, "Why do you ask? What qualifications do you have to question me!"
"The Cold Family has treated you well; are you not afraid of retribution for doing this?!" Leng Ping said sternly.
Wu Xiaozhuang laughed loudly at those words, then suddenly shifted his tone to that of Shadow Falcon as he said, "Retribution? What the hell is retribution? You think you can talk to me about retribution? You're just a pawn to me, and now your life is in my hands!"
"You bastard!" Leng Ping struggled to get up and charged at him in anger.
"Get lost!" Wu Xiaozhuang coldly shouted, casually striking Leng Ping down to the ground again. Then he stepped heavily on Leng Ping's chest and disdainfully said, "Is this all you've got, Young Master Ping?"
The weight of that foot was immense; Leng Ping even heard the sound of his ribs cracking.
A wave of intense pain surged through his chest, causing sweat to pour down his forehead. However, he did not submit; instead, he glared fiercely at Wu Xiaozhuang and spat, "Bastard! Ye Tian will not let you go!"
"Hahaha! Ye Tian?" Wu Xiaozhuang's laughter gradually turned cold, his lips twitching as he said, "Ye Tian, what is he even worth! It's just a pity you have to go first; otherwise, I would definitely let you see with your own eyes how I, Wu Xiaozhuang, make Ye Tian suffer step by step until he wishes he were dead!"
Wu Xiaozhuang spoke with hatred, and at the same time, he increased the pressure on Leng Ping beneath his feet.
"Cough cough cough..." Leng Ping felt a tightness in his chest from being stepped on, and with a broken rib, blood was already mixed in with his cough.
"Isn't Ye Tian on good terms with you? Why isn't he here to save you now?" Wu Xiaozhuang cruelly ground his foot into Leng Ping's chest, a hint of pleasure rising on his face.
"Bastard! If you have the ability, kill me!" Leng Ping spat out these words through clenched teeth.
"Haha, you don't need to worry about that; I will definitely kill you." Wu Xiaozhuang mocked as he glanced at Leng Ping and continued, "But I really want to hear you curse me. The more you curse me, the more accomplished I feel. Come on, keep cursing me!"
Although Wu Xiaozhuang said this, he was seething with cold anger inside; Leng Ping's defiance at such a critical moment infuriated him.
Crack crack...
He stomped hard on Leng Ping's chest again. Compared to last time, the sound of ribs breaking this time was exceptionally clear and even somewhat chilling.
"Ah!!"
Due to the excruciating pain, Leng Ping let out a miserable scream, gasping for breath while glaring fiercely at Wu Xiaozhuang, gritting his teeth and continuing to curse, "Bastard!"
"Hahaha! What a tough guy. I was going to give you a quick end, but now it seems I'll let you slowly enjoy the feeling of dying."
With that, Wu Xiaozhuang grinned as he crouched down, his iron-like hands gripping Leng Ping's arms.
"Just bear with it; it's not that painful. Hehe!"
With a flash of malice in his eyes, Wu Xiaozhuang suddenly exerted force. With a crack, Leng Ping's forearm was brutally snapped in two!
"Ah!!"
At this moment, the scream echoed like thunder, reverberating through the narrow and deep alley.
"Go ahead and curse! Keep cursing!" Wu Xiaozhuang said fiercely.
"Wang... ba... dan..." Leng Ping was extremely weak, his clothes soaked with sweat from the intense pain, and his mind began to blur.
"You're just a dead duck pretending to be tough. Your life is in my hands; if I step down with my foot, your brains will splatter everywhere!"
"Wang... ba... dan..." Leng Ping persisted, the last shred of willpower in his mind refusing to yield.
"Go to hell! You dare to curse me!" Wu Xiaozhuang finally exploded in rage, his fist, as heavy as iron, came crashing down toward Leng Ping's forehead.
"Die!"
...
Cold Family, Cold Bo Yuan Mansion.
In the hall at this moment, several figures surrounded a black-clad man kneeling on the ground. Anger was evident on everyone's faces, while the black-clad man furtively glanced around with shifty eyes.
"I'll kill you!"
A deep and furious voice rang out in the hall like thunder, revealing just how enraged its owner was.
The Black-Clad Second was instantly terrified, trembling like a leaf, crawling on the ground without daring to lift his head.
"Uncle Leng, wait." Ye Tian hurriedly stopped Cold Bo Stone, who was about to smash the Black-Clad Second with a palm. He then turned his gaze to the latter and questioned, "Who instructed you to do this?"
Seeing that he had escaped a disaster, the Black-Clad Second cautiously raised his head and stammered, "It's a young master around twenty."
"Nonsense! There are at least tens of thousands of young masters over twenty in Spirit Martial Town! What difference does it make whether you say it or not!" This response made Cold Bo Stone furious again, rolling up his sleeves and preparing to give him a beating.
"Wait, wait, wait!" The Black-Clad Second quickly scooted aside, his ugly face turning pale with fear.
"Be more specific!" Cold Boyuan spoke up.
Although there was anger in Cold Boyuan's tone, it seemed much kinder compared to Cold Bo Stone's fierce demeanor.
Seeing this, the Black-Clad Second relaxed slightly and forced a smile, saying, "Sir, I really don't know. This matter was all handled by my older brother."
"Are you saying that neither your brother nor you revealed the identity of that employer?" Cold Boyuan continued to ask.
"Exactly, exactly," the Black-Clad Second hurriedly replied.
"Nonsense!" Cold Bo Stone shouted angrily again, "If you don't tell the truth, do you believe I will smash your head with one punch!"
The Black-Clad Second trembled in fear, his features seemingly scrunching together as he cried out, "Sir, I'm really wronged! I truly don't know!"
"You've seen that person before, right?" Ye Tian asked.
"I have, I have!" The Black-Clad Second quickly responded.
"Then you must remember his facial features?"
The Black-Clad Second pondered for a moment and awkwardly smiled, saying, "Young master, if I say I don't remember... what would happen?"
"You bastard!" Cold Bo Stone could no longer contain himself. He stepped forward and grabbed the front of the man's collar, lifting him off the ground like a small chicken.
"Don't hit me! Don't hit me!" The Black-Clad Second pleaded, appearing quite cowardly.
"Big Brother, let him go first," Cold Boyuan signaled to Cold Bo Stone.
"Hmph!" Cold Bo Stone snorted in anger, throwing the black-clad man heavily to the ground and disdainfully said, "You think you can be a killer looking like that?"
"Ouch... Ouch..." The Black-Clad Second cried out in pain continuously.
"I'll give you an incense stick's time to think carefully," Cold Boyuan said, gesturing for everyone to take their seats and stop pressuring him.
The others exchanged glances and then returned to their seats one by one.
The Black-Clad Second turned his head to look around. After seeing everyone seated, he finally dared to take a deep breath and awkwardly asked Cold Boyuan, "Sir, what if I still can't think of anything after the incense stick burns out..."
Sizzle...
The teacup in Cold Boyuan's hand made a faint sound as powder slowly fell from his tightly clenched palm.
"Just like this cup," Cold Boyuan said coldly without looking at him.
The Black-Clad Second's face turned pale instantly, and he slumped to the ground, regretting deeply in his heart: "I had the chance to see the employer's appearance that day, but I ended up looking at a beauty instead. What a huge loss! What am I going to do now..."
The hall fell into silence. The incense burned slowly, and beads of sweat began to form on the Black-Clad Second's forehead. The feeling of a countdown to death was palpable.
"Ye Tian! Leng Ping... he..."
Suddenly, an urgent voice sounded from outside the door, followed by a Short and Stout Figure bursting in.
Everyone turned to look, only to see Wu Xiaozhuang entering, covered in blood. His arms, chest, and back bore multiple deep knife wounds that were gruesome and horrifying.
"Xiao Zhuang, what happened?" Ye Tian quickly supported Wu Xiaozhuang and asked with concern.
"Leng Ping..." Wu Xiaozhuang's eyes reddened slightly as he pointed to the motionless body on the ground outside the door.
Everyone's hearts trembled, and they hurriedly rushed towards the entrance.
The sunlight outside was bright and gently fell on the ground. A body lay quietly at the entrance, appearing as if it had peacefully fallen asleep in the warm sunlight.
"Ping'er!" Leng Bo Feng and Cold Yang both turned pale, collapsing to the ground as they desperately shook the already cold body.
"Leng Ping..." Ye Tian stared blankly at Leng Ping's lifeless form, his eyes becoming somewhat moist.
Just a short while ago, their lively friend had suddenly lost all breath...
Cold Boyuan, though also deeply saddened, remained much calmer than the others. He slowly walked over to the tearful Wu Xiaozhuang and asked, "Xiao Zhuang, what happened?"
Wu Xiaozhuang wiped away his tears and said sorrowfully, "It's all my fault! It's all my fault for not protecting Leng Ping..."
"I asked you what happened!" Cold Boyuan rarely lost his temper, his voice so fierce that it shook the roof.
Wu Xiaozhuang was startled and thought to himself, "Could it be that he discovered something..."
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