Chapter 38: Those Who Disrespect the Young Lord Shall Be Killed!

Chen Lishi’s gaze was terrifyingly cold.

For the first time in his life, he was trampled underfoot because of money!

And it was right in front of so many of Jiangzhou’s elite.

If word of this got out… not only would he, Chen Lishi, lose face, but the entire Chen family would become a laughingstock throughout Jiangzhou.

At this thought, Chen Lishi kicked over his chair in fury.

“You brat, did you come here just to pick a fight with me?”

Ling Xiao glanced at Chen Lishi indifferently.

“So what if I did? And so what if I didn’t?”

Chen Lishi stepped forward, jabbing a finger at Ling Xiao’s nose as he roared, “You dare go against me, Chen Lishi? Do you believe I won’t kill you?”

Xiu’er’s face changed; she immediately stood up.

“Insolent fool! How dare you disrespect my young master. Looks like you’re begging for a beating!”

With those words, she channeled her inner strength and flicked the black card in her hand.

The card sliced through the air like a bullet, a black flash aimed straight at Chen Lishi’s chest!

“My god, that speed!”

“That girl… she’s a martial arts expert?”

“Who would have thought Young Master Chen would provoke such a formidable opponent today!”

But just as it seemed Chen Lishi would be struck, a large hand suddenly appeared before him.

With a light pinch, the hand caught the black card effortlessly.

“What?”

A collective gasp escaped the crowd.

They had already been shocked to discover Ling Xiao had an expert by his side; yet unexpectedly, Chen Lishi also had one in his corner!

Now things were interesting—dragon against dragon, which one was the true king?

The man smiled faintly, his voice cold. “A martial artist stooping to attack ordinary people—do you not feel any shame?”

Ling Xiao’s eyes narrowed slightly. Xiu’er snapped back, “And what are you? You think you can lecture me?”

The man snorted, flicking his wrist to send the black card hurtling back at even greater speed.

“Not good!”

Xiu’er’s heart trembled; she poured all her strength into her arm, bracing herself to receive the card.

In an instant, she was driven back over ten steps by the impact.

Her arm wasn’t severed, but it was so numb she could barely lift it for the foreseeable future.

“What terrifying strength!”

A wave of admiration swept through the crowd; their eyes sparkled with awe.

Only Ling Xiao remained unmoved, as though watching a play.

The man slowly retracted his hand, folding both arms behind his back, wearing a proud smile. “I’m not ‘something’—I am merely… Su Yannan’s disciple. You may call me Ye Cheng.”

At his words, the faces of all present changed dramatically.

“Su Yannan! He’s the disciple of the Martial Sage of Jiangnan?”

“My god, Jiangnan’s Su Yannan and Jiangbei’s Chen Yebei—these two are the most renowned masters in our martial world in recent years. It’s said both have reached the pinnacle of the Martial Sage rank! If they were in the Dragon Group, they’d be generals by now!”

“I’ve heard of this Ye Cheng too. He’s the only disciple Su Yannan has accepted in the past decade! Remarkably gifted. Though only twenty-five or twenty-six, he’s already reached the peak of the tenth martial tier—just one step from becoming a Martial Master!”

“As if Su Yannan’s disciple could be some ordinary person!”

Whispers filled the room, making Mu Yiren anxious.

“Mr. Ling, this—”

Ling Xiao’s expression remained calm. “Don’t worry about it. He’s just trash.”

Before Ye Cheng could grow angry, Chen Lishi burst out laughing.

“Hahahaha…”

“What arrogance! Do you have any idea how powerful my brother Ye Cheng is? He’s personally guided by the Martial Sage of Jiangnan! Your servant girl isn’t even fit to carry his shoes! You’re about to die, and you’re still putting on airs? Have you lost your mind?”

Ling Xiao shot him a chilly glance and replied softly, “You talk too much.”

“You—!”

Chen Lishi trembled with rage.

“Fine! You’ve brought this upon yourself, you little bastard. Brother Ye Cheng, I want his limbs broken—I want him to live in agony, unable to die!”

Ye Cheng let out a cold snort, striding toward Ling Xiao.

“Rest assured, Brother Chen! He has insulted me. Even if you hadn’t asked, I wouldn’t let him off easily!”

With that, he arrived in front of Ling Xiao.

The crowd sighed; in the end, Chen Lishi had the upper hand—after all, he had a disciple of Su Yannan at his side. Who would dare provoke him?

It seemed Ling Xiao was doomed!

Ye Cheng stood before Ling Xiao, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze sweeping over Mu Yiren with a flash of amazement and greed.

But he quickly fixed his eyes on Ling Xiao; humiliating him was the most pressing task.

As for Mu Yiren—she wasn’t going anywhere.

“I don’t care to know your name, nor do I need to. I’ll give you five seconds—kneel and apologize, pay me and Brother Chen two billion, and break one of your own arms. If you do, I’ll spare your life.”

Ling Xiao replied coolly, “If you kneel and kowtow now, I’ll leave your corpse intact.”

Ye Cheng’s pupils contracted, a murderous gleam flashing.

“Reckless fool! I gave you a chance!”

As the words fell, Ye Cheng struck out with his fist.

A surge of wind swept the room; the temperature dropped sharply.

At that moment, Xiu’er was unable to intervene, Mu Yiren was nearly paralyzed with fear, and Chen Lishi was so elated he almost wanted to set off fireworks.

Only Ling Xiao remained utterly calm, not even bothering to move, as if Ye Cheng were nothing but empty air.

Just as Ye Cheng’s fist was about to land on Ling Xiao’s handsome face, his expression changed dramatically.

“Not good!”

A wave of dread flooded Ye Cheng’s heart. Before he could retreat, an even more terrifying force locked him in place—and a tremendous power crashed into his chest.

With a thunderous bang, Ye Cheng was sent flying across the room, smashing straight through the raised platform.

Everyone was dumbfounded. This was the disciple of Su Yannan! A martial artist at the peak of the tenth tier, yet he’d been defeated in a single move?

All eyes turned to Ling Xiao’s side, where, at some point, a burly giant of a man had appeared.

He was just now slowly withdrawing his fist.

Clearly, he was the one who had felled Ye Cheng.

Xiu’er exclaimed in delight, “Master Ming, you’re here?”

“Yes.” The giant was, of course, Ming Cheng.

But his aura now was utterly different from before.

Though his strength had only increased a little, his presence was entirely transformed—standing there, proud and unshakable.

He wasted no words, turned, and dropped to one knee.

“Ming Cheng arrived late. I beg the young master’s forgiveness!”

A collective shiver ran through the crowd; they’d lost track of how many times Ling Xiao had shocked them tonight.

A man capable of defeating Ye Cheng in an instant was merely Ling Xiao’s servant?

Who on earth was Ling Xiao?