Chapter 11: Scared to Urinate

"This..."

Nie Ting's head went blank as he stood there in a daze.

Wen Lingxue and the other girls beside her also showed expressions of shock, deeply impacted in their hearts.

Years ago, Su Yi, who was once the Sword Master of the Qinghe Sword Sect's outer sect, became a useless person with no cultivation due to an accident. This was widely known in Guangling City.

But now, with just one strike, Su Yi had severely injured Yang Sheng!

"Yang Sheng, are you okay?"

At the same time, Huang Qianjun's expression changed slightly.

Yang Sheng was one of his most capable guards, a fierce character at the Blood Moving Realm's Bone Refinement level. Yet, he had been seriously injured by Su Yi's single strike. Huang Qianjun found it hard to believe.

"Young Master... I... Pff!"

In the corner of the room, Yang Sheng's face contorted in pain. He tried to struggle to get up but suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood. His head tilted and he fainted straight away.

Huang Qianjun's face instantly turned ferocious and fierce. His anger surged, and he waved his hand forcefully, shouting:

"What are you all standing there for? Attack! Kill him!"

The guards standing beside him exchanged glances and then rushed forward, launching a fierce assault.

Each of these guards had their own cultivation, and they were all tough characters accustomed to fighting and killing. They were not comparable to ordinary fledglings.

As they charged out, they resembled a pack of crocodiles pouncing on their prey!

Just their terrifying and ferocious momentum alone caused Wen Lingxue, Nie Ting, and the others to freeze, their limbs turning cold, and their minds going blank.

Although they had started practicing martial arts at a young age, they had never experienced bloody battles or life-and-death duels. They had never witnessed such scenes before.

Their minds and courage were directly paralyzed.

"In the future, I should find opportunities to temper Lingxue properly. Martial cultivation is not just about cultivating through meditation; it also requires the training of one's mind, courage, and aura," Su Yi observed, taking in the scene.

Despite being in such a situation, he remained calm and composed, as indifferent as ever.

Until the enemies rushed towards him, Su Yi took a step forward and struck out with a palm.

Bang!

With a seemingly casual palm strike, the guard at the forefront felt as if he had been crushed by a mountain. He was sent flying, shattering a pearwood chair upon impact.

There was no time for anyone to react. Su Yi stepped forward, and with each step, another guard was sent flying.

Some crashed into the wall, their bones breaking.

Some shattered the dining table, with soup and food splattering all over them.

Some were directly knocked to the ground, frothing at the mouth and fainting.

By the time Su Yi took seven steps, the elegant room was in shambles, with bodies strewn across the floor.

Various screams filled the air.

Throughout the entire ordeal, his movements were simple, as if he was casually waving his palm.

"He... He..."

The girls stood there dumbfounded, their eyes wide open.

This son-in-law they had ignored and despised since the beginning of the banquet had unexpectedly become so powerful that he could sweep away a group of enemies single-handedly?

This completely exceeded their expectations and left them in awe.

Even Nie Ting was dumbfounded, his scalp tingling. He couldn't help but shudder at the thought that he had just been contemplating how to kick Su Yi a few times.

In the midst of their incredulous gazes, Su Yi had already arrived in front of Huang Qianjun. His eyes narrowed, a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his lips, as he said,

"You... Did you just say you wanted to kill me?"

The entire room fell silent!

Huang Qianjun's face turned pale, his emotions fluctuating, his pupils filled with astonishment and confusion.

He was clearly shocked too. He didn't expect that his group of guards couldn't even defeat Su Yi alone.

This was completely different from the image of Su Yi as a useless and powerless son-in-law that he had in mind!

Now, facing Su Yi just a step away, looking into the deep and indifferent gaze of the other party, Huang Qianjun felt an uncontrollable chill and fear welling up in his heart, causing his body to tremble violently.

However, after years of being arrogant and overbearing, he stubbornly said, "Su Yi, even if you're skilled in fighting, so what? You're just a lowly son-in-law now, while I am the legitimate heir of the Huang family!"

As Huang Qianjun continued speaking, his courage seemed to grow, and his tone became cold and stern. "If you want to make a move, go ahead. But be prepared for the retaliation from our Huang family!"

Huang Qianjun's long-standing arrogance in Guangling City was due to the support of the Huang family, with his father being the current patriarch.

That was his capital for being arrogant.

Indeed, after hearing Huang Qianjun's words, both Wen Lingxue and Nie Ting felt a sinking feeling in their hearts, realizing the severity and trouble that would follow from this situation.

"Threatening me?"

Su Yi laughed.

He suddenly reached out, grabbing Huang Qianjun's neck and lifting him into the air. He whispered softly, "If you dare say another word, let's see if I dare to kill you."

Huang Qianjun felt a sharp pain in his neck, his face turning red. As Su Yi exerted force with his fingers, he could clearly feel his head becoming heavy, his vision darkening, as if he was on the brink of death.

The strong instinct for survival drove him to struggle desperately, but it was in vain.