70: Chapter 70 Zhang Bufan VS Lin Yu

The loud slap instantly drowned out the laughter, and the scene fell silent once more.

Zhang Bufan slowly retracted his palm. In front of him, Lin Yu’s mouth was agape, his face bearing a clear palm print, the marks of five fingers swelling at a visible rate.

Everyone was stunned, including Fire Qingrou. On the other hand, Baldy and Hundred Li Jingang stared at Zhang Bufan with great interest, their eyes shining brightly.

“How dare you!”

The White-haired Old Man behind Lin Yu instantly appeared, blocking Lin Yu.

“Get out of the way!” Lin Yu roared, slowly rising from his seat. He pushed aside the White-haired Old Man who was blocking him, his gaze fixed coldly on Zhang Bufan, saying word by word, “Good, good, good. I, Lin Yu, have never been hit by anyone in my life. You are very good, exceptionally good.”

Zhang Bufan shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, “I think so too.”

“Kid, you’re dead. Not only you, but also your Family behind you, and your relatives and friends, all of them will die,” Yellow Xuanwu’s face changed drastically. He pointed at Zhang Bufan with a trembling finger and said with a shaky voice.

Those who knew Lin Yu’s identity looked at Zhang Bufan with pity, as if they were looking at someone for whom even death was a luxury.

“Shut up, do you have a right to speak here?” Lin Yu directly kicked Yellow Xuanwu’s thigh, making the latter stumble. He slowly turned his head, his expression already calm, and said faintly to Zhang Bufan, “Kid, do you know my identity?”

The people of Qingxuan City saw the dignified Xuanwu Sect Revered Master being kicked and didn’t even dare to utter a sound, their eyes filled with shock as they looked at Lin Yu.

“What’s the identity of that Young Master Lin?”

“Unclear, but judging from the Xuanwu Sect Revered Master’s reaction, his background must be extremely terrifying.”

“That kid is dead.”

“It’s estimated that even death is a luxury. Alas, he’s still too young.”

The surrounding crowd began to whisper, their expressions incredibly complex.

“I don’t know,” Zhang Bufan’s lips curved into an arc, and he said mischievously.

In fact, from Yellow Xuanwu’s address, he already knew that the guy in front of him was Jiang Lili’s lover, Lin Yu from the Heavenly Sword Sect. However, since this kid liked to show off, he could only pretend not to know.

“Heh heh,” Lin Yu suddenly let out a cold laugh, then slowly explained, “Then let me tell you, I am from the Heavenly Sword Sect, one of the seven great Sects of the Eastern Region, and my Revered Master is an Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect.”

In fact, the reason Lin Yu didn't immediately make a move was that he wanted to reveal his background and then see Zhang Bufan's complex expression of fear and regret.

“Ah!”

Zhang Bufan feigned a scream, looking very scared.

“Heh, now you know fear?” Lin Yu’s face showed a triumphant smile, perhaps pulling at the injury on his face, making him wince slightly in pain.

“Yes, I’m so scared,” Zhang Bufan feigned a frightened look, then raised his hand, and a big slap lightning-fast struck Lin Yu’s face.

“Slap!”

Another crisp slap echoed through the scene.

Lin Yu’s smile hadn’t even fully bloomed when another clear palm print appeared on the other side of his face.

“Ah ah, kid, you’re courting death!” The White-haired Old Man roared and was about to attack Zhang Bufan.

The White-haired Old Man truly didn’t understand why Zhang Bufan’s speed was so fast. If the first slap was due to his carelessness and not reacting in time, then when Lin Yu was slapped a second time, he was standing right beside him, his eyes constantly fixed on Zhang Bufan precisely to prevent any accidents, yet an accident still occurred.

“Old Zhu, stop,” Lin Yu suddenly roared, his whole body emanating a powerful Qi. He stared intently at Zhang Bufan, his voice as chilling as if from the Netherworld, “No one is allowed to interfere. Today, I will personally flay and dismember this kid.”

“But Young Revered Master…”

The White-haired Old Man was cut off by Lin Yu’s icy gaze before he could finish his sentence.

Yellow Xuanwu looked hesitant. Not long ago, when he introduced the situation here to Lin Yu, he didn’t tell Lin Yu about Zhang Bufan’s strength; even Elder Deng of Wǔ Pǐn Xiāng had fallen. However, seeing Lin Yu’s current appearance, he still didn’t open his mouth to warn him.

“Oh? You want to fight me personally?” Zhang Bufan looked playful, then turned and walked to the center of the arena, hooking his finger at Lin Yu, “Then come on, Grandpa will make an exception today and personally guide you, little ant.”

Lin Yu said nothing, his face grim as he walked towards Zhang Bufan. At this moment, he no longer wanted to utter any harsh words, as they were meaningless.

In fact, the main reason Lin Yu wanted to personally teach Zhang Bufan a lesson was due to his reputation.

His identity as a Heavenly Sword Sect Disciple had been exposed. If he couldn’t personally tear Zhang Bufan to pieces, then he would lose immense face.

If the news spread to the ears of those hostile individuals from other major forces, then Lin Yu would never be able to make a living in the Eastern Region again.

“Clang!”

With a hum, a soft sword appeared in Lin Yu’s hand. The ancient sword body and the dark blue blade gleamed with a bone-chilling light.

“Kid, today I will use this sword to peel off your lips little by little and cover your eyes with them,” Lin Yu’s tone was gentle, but the words he spoke were bone-chilling.

“That’s a good idea,” Zhang Bufan said with a smile on his face, his tone calm.

“You won’t shed tears until you see the coffin.” Lin Yu took a step, instantly appearing in front of Zhang Bufan. The soft sword in his hand, wielded as if an extension of his arm, thrust directly towards Zhang Bufan’s throat.

Zhang Bufan remained motionless, watching calmly, as if he had already resigned himself to his fate.

“You want to die that easily? No way,” Lin Yu sneered. With a flick of his hand, the tip of the soft sword directly cut towards Zhang Bufan’s lips.

In fact, his move was not aimed at Zhang Bufan’s throat at all. He wanted to first instill fear of death in Zhang Bufan, making him panic and resist, then he would change his attack and slice off half of his lip. Who knew that Zhang Bufan would adopt an attitude of giving up resistance, causing his elaborate plan to fail.

But it didn’t matter, the outcome was already determined; he would slice off Zhang Bufan’s lips and tongue little by little.

Just as the sword tip was about to reach Zhang Bufan’s lips, he merely raised his hand lightly and flicked the sword body with a finger.

“Hum!”

The soft sword hummed, then strangely curved, directly cutting Lin Yu’s lips.

“You…” Lin Yu’s face changed. He felt a tearing pain from his lips, and a腥鹹 taste in his mouth.

“Oh, why are your lips broken?” Zhang Bufan first looked puzzled, then seemed to understand something and nodded, “It must be because you usually love to brag. Now even the heavens can’t stand it anymore and are making your mouth rot!”

“Bastard, I’m going to kill you!” Lin Yu’s eyes were bloodshot, his four parted lips flying. His whole body exuded a cold Killing Intent, and the soft sword in his hand shone brightly with cold light, twisting towards Zhang Bufan’s lips like a spiritual snake, intent on killing him.