Bang!
The already dilapidated door exploded directly.
A young man in a cyan robe walked in with a hostile expression.
Ding Yan!
Xu Yunyun's own nephew and Lin Qingrou's cousin.
Sun Jiye followed closely behind him. The stump of his severed palm was wrapped in white cloth, and his eyes were filled with such intense hatred that he looked as though he wanted to tear Jiang Lang apart alive.
Yet deep down in his eyes, an unconcealable fear still lingered.
Seeing the two of them arrive with such aggressive momentum, Lin Qingrou immediately stood up, looking somewhat panicked. "Cousin..."
Ding Yan's expression was gloomy. "You ungrateful bitch, do you have any right to call me cousin?"
Lin Qingrou shielded Jiang Lang behind her. "All of this started because of me. If you want to blame someone, blame me. It has nothing to do with my husband."
"Husband?" Ding Yan curved his lips into a smile. "Not even married yet, and you're already this impatient? Did you know you were too ugly and fear you wouldn't be able to marry, so you just couldn't wait anymore? Tell me, how does a man taste?"
"You!" Lin Qingrou was an innocent young girl. Hearing such crude and vulgar mockery, she was instantly filled with both shame and anger, yet she was utterly unable to retort.
Ding Yan's gaze was sharp and his expression icy. "It's just a pity you're still going to end up a widow! Old Sun, once I finish off this brat, I'll hand her over to you to play with."
Sun Jiye's lewd gaze immediately shifted to Lin Qingrou's full, heaving breasts, and he laughed obscenely, "With her head covered, she's definitely a stunner, hehe..."
Yet the moment his words left his mouth, his voice abruptly cut off.
His entire body flew off the ground, traced an arc in the air, and crashed down several zhang away.
It was Jiang Lang who had struck!
And Ding Yan hadn't even seen how Jiang Lang made his move!
Because it was simply too fast!
However.
That was not the end of it.
Just as Sun Jiye's two-hundred-and-some-odd-pound body was about to hit the dust, Jiang Lang moved faster than him, arriving at his landing spot and directly delivering a kick!
Bang!
That patch of space was actually shattered straight through by the momentum of Jiang Lang's kick, and his right leg swept like a steel whip across the world, slamming heavily into Sun Jiye's lower back.
Crack...
The sound of bones shattering was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear, making one's hair stand on end.
Boom—
Sun Jiye was sent flying another several zhang away, his spine completely fractured, and he could no longer stand up.
Thud!
Jiang Lang stepped down onto his fat face, grinned, and asked, "Is my wife pretty?"
When Sun Jiye saw Jiang Lang's smile, even the depths of his soul grew cold. His entire face trembled, and he shrieked in terror, "Y-Yan, Brother Yan... s-save me! Quickly save me!"
Yet Ding Yan never expected that Jiang Lang, a good-for-nothing, could actually be strong to this extent!
A trace of terrifying murderous intent flashed through his eyes, and he said in a chilling voice, "Jiang Lang, let him go, or bear the consequences!"
Jiang Lang didn't even pay him the slightest heed. At some point, a sharp tree branch appeared in his hand, and he thrust it directly toward Sun Jiye's eyes!
"N-No... Ah!"
Instantly, a heart-rending scream rang out. Sun Jiye instinctively reached up to cover his eyes with his hands, but his hands were already gone. Fresh blood gushed continuously from his eye sockets, covering his entire face.
Seeing this scene, Ding Yan felt his scalp go slightly numb.
Meanwhile, Jiang Lang maintained a calm expression. He kicked Sun Jiye in the head, knocking him unconscious, and then muttered with detached indifference, "Crying and howling like a damn slaughtered pig. Annoying."
He raised his head, his gaze already falling upon Ding Yan. He tilted his head slightly and grinned, "It's your turn."
For some reason, Ding Yan felt a chill rush straight from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet, giving him the instant illusion of being targeted by a demon. He involuntarily took half a step back. "Jiang Lang, you good-for-nothing..."
At this, he immediately remembered that Jiang Lang was a good-for-nothing without even Spiritual Qi, so why should he fear him?
The only reason Jiang Lang could brutally torture Sun Jiye was because Sun Jiye was merely an ordinary person. Jiang Lang had previously been a martial artist, so he was bound to be stronger than Sun Jiye.
Could a good-for-nothing possibly defeat a genius at the Second Realm of Martial Artist?!
He was just an ordinary person with a bit of ruthlessness. If he let himself be scared away by a good-for-nothing, he wouldn't need to show his face in Lieyong City anymore.
Thinking of this, Ding Yan instantly regained his confidence! "I'll finish you off!"
He took a step forward, and the mighty pressure of a martial artist burst forth with a boom!
There are nine realms for martial artists: the first three realms are Bronze Skin, the middle three realms are Iron Bone, and the final three realms are Jade Marrow.
A martial artist of the Second Realm could shatter stone with a stamp of their foot, and splitting the air with a punch was child's play.
However, the very moment Ding Yan threw a punch—
Slap!
With a crisp snap, Jiang Lang's palm had already struck his face.
Instantly, five clear fingerprint marks appeared on Ding Yan's face.
Ding Yan was instantly dumbfounded, his head buzzing.
Th-this... how is this possible?!
He once again churned his Spiritual Qi.
Slap!
With a backhanded slap, Jiang Lang directly scattered his Spiritual Qi.
With a face full of disbelief, Ding Yan gathered a breath of true Qi once more.
Slap!
With a casual slap, Jiang Lang knocked out his teeth.
Ding Yan was left completely stupefied.
Yet he still refused to accept it. "I don't believe it, you good-for-nothing..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Lang grabbed him by the collar, yanked him forward, and raised his hand to rain blows left and right.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
He struck with a remarkably rhythmic beat.
After more than a dozen slaps landed, Ding Yan's face quickly swelled up like a pig's head.
At first, Ding Yan still wanted to counterattack.
Yet Jiang Lang was always able to shatter his Spiritual Qi the exact moment he tried to channel it.
Ding Yan knew this was definitely no coincidence!
Even though Jiang Lang had lost his cultivation, his combat instincts were definitely not something he could compare to.
After taking dozens of slaps, whatever temper Ding Yan had was completely beaten out of him. He trembled and begged for mercy, "Ji-Jiang... brother, st-stop hitting... I-I was wrong... I'll be good now, pl-please spare me..."
Jiang Lang stopped, looked at Ding Yan's pig-head-swollen face, and smiled.
Deep in his heart, a phrase involuntarily surfaced: Iron palms shatter the martial artist's soul, Brother Jiang here is an honest man.
He stared at Ding Yan and said coolly, "This is the first time, but I hope it's also the last time. Understand?"
Ding Yan nodded hastily, his sausage-like lips trembling uncontrollably. "Understood, understood, understood!"
Jiang Lang said, "Get lost."
As if granted a pardon from heaven, Ding Yan scrambled away in a panic, preparing to flee.
Just then, Jiang Lang suddenly spoke up, "Wait."
Ding Yan's body trembled. "Does Brother Jiang have anything else?"
Jiang Lang pointed at the door panel that Ding Yan had kicked away. "You broke it, you have to pay for it."
Ding Yan breathed a sigh of relief. "How much does Brother Jiang want?"
Jiang Lang thought for a moment. "Let's say one hundred thousand."
Ding Yan was utterly dumbfounded, and blurted out, "Why don't you just go rob someone?!"
Jiang Lang tilted his head and grinned, "Haven't you figured it out yet? I *am* robbing you right now."