âGrrraaah---!!!â
Baek Doryeong let out a scream. He struggled desperately to free himself, but his face, crushed underfoot, remained pinned to the ground.
âYou⦠you bastard---!!!ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âAh, shut up already, you noisy brat.â
Crack--!!
âArrgghhh!!!â
Gu Yangcheon pressed his foot down harder, applying more force.
Crunch! The sound of something breaking echoed from Baek Doryeongâs face.
âDonât speak out of turn. It makes me want to tear you apart.â
âHuh⦠urrghâ¦â
âDo you understand me, you piece of shit? I asked if you understood.â
Gu Yangcheonâs expression remained emotionless as he spat out his curse-filled words.
His disciples, watching him, didnât dare move a muscle.
Buzz!
A jolt surged through their bodies. The aura emanating from Gu Yangcheon spread, seeping into the surroundings and dominating everything in its path.
âThis piece of trash dares to ruin my mood.â
Bang!
âGuhhh!â
He lifted his foot slightly, then kicked Baek Doryeongâs temple with full force.
Baek Doryeongâs body was sent flying, but before he could be thrown far, Gu Yangcheon moved swiftly, grabbing the collar of his clothes to stop him.
And thenâ
Smack!
âWhat was that? Telling me to know my place?â
Smack--!!
Gu Yangcheon struck Baek Doryeongâs cheek again with his palm.
Smack!
âWho are you to decide that, you bastard? Who the hell do you think you are?â