Sister?
Yang Zhen stared in bewilderment at the dashing youth before him, unable to recall when he had wronged anyoneâs sister.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
During this time, Yang Zhen had been so low-profile that he practically didnât exist. In such circumstances, to be blamed for harming someone, he strongly doubted whether he naturally possessed the biggest antagonistâs buff, even passively at that!
The sleazy cat too, dumbfounded, gazed at Yang Zhen and, with a gasp of surprise, asked, âKid, when did you develop a taste for wreaking havoc on innocent women?â
Yang Zhen smacked the cat on the head, cursing vehemently, âShut up, you piece of shit! When did this Sao Saint ever ruin any innocent woman?â
âThen whatâs going on? Donât tell me thereâs another person with the same name as you who harmed his sister, and now youâve inherited his mess.â
âWhy the hell would Sao Saint bear their blame?â Yang Zhen glared, turning to face the handsome youth.
The handsome youth roared in rage and charged at Yang Zhen. The terrifying fluctuations of True Essence were like a vast sea. Yang Zhen could even hear the sound of an elemental tide.
Clearly, this handsome young manâs strength was much greater than Yang Zhenâs.
âYou bastard! You killed my sister and now you dare to hit me?â
Boom!
The full power of the handsome youth erupted, the terrifying shockwaves roaring and howling, manifesting an enraged tiger behind him. Blood and carnage filled the air. Clearly, this was not a flower nurtured in a greenhouse. His strength was definitely earned through real fights.
Roar!
The tiger, like a punch, caused a sonic boom that charged at Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen, baffled, shot a punch in return, his temper flaring up immediately.
Ignoring the fact he hadnât oppressed any innocent women in the first place, he was already frustrated that anyone named Yang Zhen was forbidden from entering Mountain and River City.
Now face to face with a handsome youth who wouldnât listen to reason and blamed him without evidence, even threatening to kill him, Yang Zhenâs anger escalated.
Boom!
A grating sound of fist meeting flesh echoed as the handsome youth was punched and sent flying by Yang Zhen, eliciting gasps of astonishment from everyone. They looked on, horrified at Yang Zhen.
Before anyone could react, Yang Zhen disappeared on the spot, charging towards the handsome youth with unnatural speed and force.
Want me, Sao Saint, to be your scapegoat? Then Iâll give you a real black pot to bear on your back!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
How hard were Yang Zhenâs fists?
With each punch, the handsome youth was beaten into a pigâs head, collapsed on a pile of broken stones, unable to get up.
âLet Young Master Feng go, you scoundrel! Are you trying to kill him?â
âItâs outrageous! He dares to hit Young Master Feng. This⦠This Yang Zhen is doomed.â
âSo he really is Yang Zhen. He is indeed ruthless, beating people indiscriminately at the slightest disagreement.â
The Dragon City Guardsâ expressions turned extremely grim. Seeing Yang Zhen beating Young Master Feng badly, they screamed in outrage, channeling all their horrific elemental energy into Young Master Feng.
Boom!
The aura of Young Master Feng surged like a mighty wave, flinging Yang Zhen away. He roared furiously, charging at Yang Zhen like a beast.
Huh?â said Yang Zhen, surprised. Seeing that Young Master Fengâs power had increased once again, he exclaimed, âDamn, this Joint Attack Technique really does have some substance.â
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of muffled sounds echoed. Everyone stared in disbelief as Yang Zhen continued to land punches on Young Master Feng.
Even the combined strength of Young Master Feng and the crowd was still unable to defeat Yang Zhen easily?
How was this possible?
Only when the handsome youth was moaning on the ground, unable to stand, did Yang Zhen, grabbing the youthâs collar with a look of astonishment, ask, âWhat did they call you just now? Young Master Feng?â
After asking, a person suddenly crossed Yang Zhenâs mind, and he struck a painful chord in his heart.
Feng Lingqiao!
Could Feng Lingqiao be the younger sister of this young man standing before me?
That shouldnât be, although Yang Zhen wasnât the fastest to escape from the Mountain and River Cityâs Black Sandstorm, he was definitely the first to arrive here.
Furthermore, if Feng Lingqiao really is the sister of this young man, they shouldnât be treating Yang Zhen so hostilely. Yang Zhen did not have any intention of harming Feng Lingqiao, but was actually planning on helping her.
The one who truly wanted to persecute Feng Lingqiao was none other than Fang Zhongjian, the bastard who had abandoned his own.
Although Fang Zhongjian would stop at nothing, he wouldnât resort to spreading rumors and stirring up trouble.
Where did the problem lie then?
Yang Zhen stared blankly at the Young Master Feng, who was now whimpering on the ground, when suddenly he thought of someone.
Guo Jing!
Only these people knew about Feng Lingqiao being with Yang Zhen. But upon a closer thought, the least likely person would actually be Guo Jing because, at that time, Yang Zhen was using the name Yang Zhaxin, not his real name.
This was indeed a bit strange.
The Dragon City Guards around him were all glaring furiously at Yang Zhen, their faces as pale as sheets.
With each of Yang Zhenâs punches landing on the young masterâs face, his accuracy and strength effectively disrupted the True Essence of the Dragon City Guards.
At this moment, all the Dragon City Guards were unable to move an inch. If any one of them escaped, Yang Zhenâs terrifying strength could blast Young Master Fengâs head with a single punch.
âYang Zhen, you madman, The Feng Family of Mountain and River City have no grudge against you. You killed Miss Feng, now do you want to kill Young Master Feng?â
âYang Zhen, stop it, we canât hold out any longer⦠You⦠Youâre going to kill Young Master Feng.â
Yang Zhen looked up and said: âKill Young Master Feng? Yes, youâre right. This Sao Saint is going to kill Young Master Feng!â
âWhat!â
âYang Zhen, if you kill Young Master Feng, donât think about leaving Mountain and River City. You, as a warrior at the Tribulation Crossing Period, although your realm is profound, your True Essence is ultimately limited. There are numerous powerful individuals in Mountain and River City. Can they let you run wild?â
âStop it, stop it now, Yang Zhen. Young Master Feng is dying!â
Yang Zhen gave a scornful sound, and looked at the panting Young Master Feng and said: âHeâs still not dead? Werenât there countless strong men in Mountain and River City? This Sao Saint will just wait here. Go and get help, hurry up!â
âYang Zhen, donât push too far!â
Duang!
âStop it, youâ¦â
Duang!
âNo⦠donâtâ¦â
Duang!
Heâs going to kill him, really going to kill him!
Everyone stood aghast, watching Yang Zhen, unable to believe he was actually trying to deal a fatal blow.
âWhy is this happening, why is this happening⦠Young Master Feng was clearly only here to investigate the truth, why⦠Heâs dying, Yang Zhen, please, stopâ¦â
Duang!
The response to the crowd was another punch from Yang Zhen.
Phew!
A succession of vomiting blood, most of the Dragon City Guards couldnât hold on anymore.
âEh?â Yang Zhen looked strangely at the crowd, âDidnât you say you were going to get some people?â
All the peopleâs legs trembled, damn it, how to fetch people in this situation?
Why did the undefeated combo attack of the Dragon City Guards turn out to be so useless against Yang Zhen? To make matters worse, It was Yang Zhen who was holding them all back, nearly beating them to death with one punch after another.
Just as everyone was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say or do, a figure fell from the sky with a thud, landing in front of Yang Zhen. He lay on the ground motionless, his whole body covered in blood, a perfect picture of defeat.
Yang Zhen jolted, surprised. What a dramatic entrance!