85: Chapter 85 Has this guy's brain been fried?

Er Niu was just about to swing a slap when he felt his wrist being gripped. Enraged, he didn't even turn his head back as he cursed loudly: "Which blind dog dares to stop your Master Niu? Are you tired of living? I'll chop off your claws!"

"Hmm!?" He exerted force again, but found that his hand remained completely motionless. Only then did he realize something was wrong.

He turned his head in a panic and was immediately shocked.

The person who had been lying on the bed just a moment ago was now standing behind him, one hand gripping his wrist like an iron hoop.

"You bastard! I wondered who it was, so it's just you, you sickly weakling! Let go of me right now! Otherwise, I'll slaughter you along with the rest!" Seeing Xia Jin, Er Niu breathed a sigh of relief, a sinister look appearing on his face as his other hand pressed against the hilt of the blade at his waist.

"Has this guy's brain been burnt to a crisp!? Could it be that because I have just awakened, I still appear somewhat weak?" Xia Jin looked at him with a strange expression, as if looking at an idiot.

He couldn't be bothered with nonsense. Keeping his left hand, which was gripping the other's wrist, still, he raised his right hand casually and patted it lightly onto Er Niu's shoulder.

"Bang!" With a dull thud, Er Niu felt as if a small mountain had pressed down on him, and his knees slammed uncontrollably into the ground!

"Crack!" The bluestone floor beneath his feet shattered instantly, and he was forced deep into the ground by that single slap.

"What's wrong? What happened!?" Er Niu's mind was blank at this moment; he hadn't reacted at all.

He raised his head blankly, and only when he saw Xia Jin's mocking eyes did he come to his senses.

Could he have kicked a steel plate!

But even so, as a member of the Dragon Guard, apart from those three Old Ancestors in the imperial palace, he had never feared anyone else.

Er Niu swallowed hard, scrambling backward with his hands and feet while issuing a fierce but hollow threat: "You... you dare to touch me! You're dead! Now... kneel down and kowtow to apologize to me immediately. Perhaps I might consider sparing your two dog lives! Otherwise, once the others from our Dragon Guard arrive, we will definitely tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

Xia Jin watched the guy threatening him while facing imminent death and was simply speechless. How could there be such an idiot in this Great Qian?

He shook his head, too lazy to listen to any more nonsense, and raised his hand to point through the air.

"Swish!" A gust of wind from his finger flashed by. Er Niu felt a chill in his Dantian, followed immediately by a sharp, empty pain. His entire True Qi gushed out like a flood through a broken dam!

Ruined! His cultivation had been ruined!

"Bastard! You... you dare to ruin my cultivation!" Er Niu endured the intense pain and glared at Xia Jin with a face full of resentment.

Xia Jin didn't look at him again, but turned to look at the old servant nearby, who had already been frightened silly, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

These past two days, it had been thanks to this old man's care.

"Old man, just now this guy wanted to slap you. Come, you should try it too; slap him a few times!"

Upon hearing Xia Jin's words, the old servant shuddered: "But, little brother, this... this wouldn't be good, right? He, he is an official after all; it would be too offensive. What if he retaliates later..."

Xia Jin patted the old servant's shoulder and said with a smile: "Old man, do you think that even if you don't hit him now, he won't retaliate?"

The old servant was stunned. Looking at the look in Er Niu's eyes, which seemed as if he wanted to swallow them alive, he immediately understood.

That was true. Since the person had already been ruined by Xia Jin, the grudge was already set in stone.

It would be a waste not to hit him. Besides, he was at this age; he was already half a foot in the grave, so why fear retaliation?

He gritted his teeth, a look of desperate ruthlessness flashing across his face. He spat "Ptoo, ptoo" into his palms, rubbed them together, and walked in front of Er Niu.

The old servant took a deep breath, lowered his head, and said to Er Niu: "Well, um... official, please bear with it a little. This old man... I'm very quick."

Er Niu's eyes widened in anger: "You old immortal, you dare...!"

"Slap!" Before he could finish his sentence, a solid, resounding slap had already landed heavily on his face!

Er Niu had just had his cultivation ruined, and at this moment, he was sent reeling by the slap, his head turning to the side and stars dancing before his eyes.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" The old servant seemed to have flipped a switch, swinging his hands left and right, delivering slap after slap, fast and fierce!

At first, Er Niu was still cursing, but by the end, he couldn't even moan.

His cheeks swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his entire face quickly turned into a pig's head.

"This... this old man has some skills!" Xia Jin stood to the side, the corners of his eyes twitching a few times as he watched in a daze.

This old man, who had previously appeared timid and cowardly, was unexpectedly so... fierce! With this stance, he was probably using every ounce of strength he had.

Seeing that Er Niu was almost out of breath, Xia Jin gave a light cough: "Ahem, old man, that's enough, that's enough, you can stop."

The old servant only then came to his senses, panting as he stopped. Looking at his reddened palms and then at the unrecognizable Er Niu on the ground, he scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Little brother, did I... did I go a bit too far!"

Xia Jin waved his hand, walked over to the dying Er Niu, and casually slapped the top of his head. Er Niu's body shuddered, and he immediately stopped breathing.

"Little brother, you... you killed him! What if this brings others here? Wouldn't that be terrible? Hurr... you should leave here quickly!" The old servant saw this and advised him with concern.

"Don't worry... it's just one person dead, right? What does it matter..." Before Xia Jin could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly turned toward the window.

He heard a sudden sound of footsteps outside the courtyard, followed by a voice: "Er Niu! Er Niu! Where are you hiding, kid? Damn it, don't tell me you found a beauty and are eating alone? Brother Hu is here! Come out quickly!"

Brother Hu, who was walking toward the backyard, looked depressed.

He had turned the front yard upside down but hadn't found a trace of Consort Shu or her sister. Thinking that Er Niu had headed straight to the backyard from the start, he feared that the other party had gotten to them first.

"Little brother, this..." The old servant heard the voice and his face turned pale, looking at Xia Jin with a nervous expression.

"It's fine!" Xia Jin smiled.

The next moment, his figure had already disappeared from the room.

"This Er Niu, I called him and he didn't even answer! Don't tell me he's really eating alone!"

Brother Hu held his blade, looked at the lit side room not far away, and immediately quickened his pace.

Suddenly, a calm voice sounded behind him: "Hey! Big dummy! The person you just mentioned... was he wearing a civil and military robe and a ghost mask?"

"Who!? Who's talking?" Brother Hu was still thinking about Consort Shu's beautiful figure in his mind when he was suddenly startled by the voice coming from behind him.

He let out a strange cry, his long sword instantly unsheathed from his waist, and he spun around violently to look behind him!

Under the moonlight, he saw a man wearing coarse clothes with a slightly pale complexion standing quietly in front of him.