193: Wu Yong! Kill with one palm!

“Oh, isn’t this Young Miss Su, the proudest in our Linhai City?”

Wu Yong dragged out his words, speaking in a sarcastic tone, his gaze like poisoned daggers, savagely raking over Lin Haoran and Lin Xuan.

“What, you just had a good time at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion with these two pretty boys who appeared out of nowhere, laughing so much your flowers trembled, and now you’re in such a hurry to take them home?”

“When did the Su Family’s threshold become so low? Anyone can be brought in?”

The moment he spoke, Lin Xuan and the other two’s eyes turned cold.

The color instantly drained from Su Qingyu’s face, replaced by an icy pallor, and a raging fire burned in her clear eyes.

“Wu Yong!” she snapped, her voice trembling slightly with anger, “Shut your dog mouth! My guests are not for you to comment on! Get lost!”

“Your guests?” Wu Yong sneered, stepping two paces closer, his greedy and possessive gaze shamelessly sweeping over Su Qingyu, focusing on her chest, which rose and fell with indignation.

“Sister Qingyu, who in all of Linhai City doesn’t know that you are the woman Wu Yong fancies?”

“Sooner or later, you’ll be a part of my Wu Family! But you, you ignore this Young Lord, yet you’re flirting and laughing with two impoverished rascals from Central State, and you’re laughing so… cheap!” He bit down hard on the last word, filled with naked humiliation.

“You’re shameless!”

Su Qingyu trembled with rage, her hand instantly gripping the “Clear Frost” sword hilt at her waist, the scabbard humming, and a sharp Sword Qi erupted from her body.

“I’m shameless?”

The lewd smile on Wu Yong’s face grew wider, his gaze shifting to Lin Haoran and Lin Xuan, looking at Lin Xuan’s two handsome appearances, his eyes filled with jealousy and malice.

“Look at these two pieces of trash you found! Besides looking like pretty boys, what else do they have?”

“They clearly couldn’t make it in Central State and ran to our Eastern State to beg! Sister Qingyu, don’t be fooled by their sweet talk!”

“What other skills do these pretty boys have besides deceiving innocent young girls? In front of this Young Lord, they’re just two stink bugs that can be crushed at will!”

The more he spoke, the more smug he became, as if he could already see the two people before him trembling at his feet.

Then he threatened Lin Haoran, saying, “Kid, if you know what’s good for you, immediately kneel down and kowtow three times to this Young Lord, then crawl out from under my crotch like a dog! If I ever see you approach Qingyu in Linhai City again, I’ll break your dog legs, cripple your Dantian, and throw you into the East Sea to feed the turtles!”

The vicious words echoed in the silent Azure Jade Alley, stirring up chills.

Su Qingyu’s chest heaved violently, her face pale, about to strike!

However, just as that fierce Sword Qi was about to burst forth—

A figure as steady as a mountain silently stepped forward, precisely blocking Su Qingyu’s front and cutting off Wu Yong’s disgusting gaze.

It was Lin Haoran.

He did not look at Su Qingyu, who was trembling with anger behind him, nor did he pay attention to Wu Yong’s vicious taunts.

His gaze fell directly on the other party’s face, twisted by jealousy and violence.

There was no anger, no fear in his eyes, only a nearly indifferent scrutiny, as if looking at a dead object!

This extremely calm gaze, on the contrary, made Wu Yong’s heart inexplicably skip a beat more than any angry curses or roars, as if he had been targeted by some invisible, cold behemoth.

He instinctively retreated half a step, then was enraged by his momentary cowardice, and roared in exasperation, “What are you looking at? Little bastard! Aren’t you going to kneel down for me?!”

Lin Haoran finally spoke, his voice not loud, but exceptionally clear, with a peculiar penetrating power that overshadowed the wind in the alley and Wu Yong’s roar, clearly reaching everyone present:

“Your mouth truly stinks.”

The moment his words fell, Lin Haoran moved.

There was no earth-shattering Aura explosion, no dazzling spiritual light.

He simply took a step forward.

Then he raised his hand and slapped Wu Yong, knocking out all his teeth.

The sinister smile on Wu Yong’s face instantly froze, his pupils suddenly shrinking to pinprick size!

“Ah!!!”

“Young Lord, be careful!” The highest-cultivated lackey barely managed to shriek, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Wu Yong was, after all, a Cultivator of the Divine Sea Realm’s third stage, the heir meticulously cultivated by the Wu Family, possessing many life-saving trump cards.

Three layers of light intertwined, firmly protecting Wu Yong in the center, with blood light, green glow, and Dragon shadows interwoven, emitting a powerful defensive Aura that would be troublesome even for an ordinary Venerable Realm first-stage Cultivator!

However, Lin Haoran paid no attention to this, his outstretched palm still not pausing for a moment.

Su Qingyu held her breath, her beautiful eyes wide, looking at that palm in disbelief.

She recognized Wu Yong’s three protective treasures…the Blood Soul Pendant, the Yin Fiend Bone Bead, and the Protective Dragon Jade…each one priceless, a precious treasure bestowed by the Wu Family’s Old Ancestor!

Even a full-force attack from an ordinary Venerable Realm Cultivator might not shake them in the slightest! Lin Haoran…how could he…

The fear on Wu Yong’s face was replaced by a hint of savage glee at having escaped death, and he shrieked at the top of his lungs, “You don’t know what’s good for you! Do you think you can break this Young Lord’s…”

“Pfft—”

A dull, heart-stopping sound interrupted all his wild boasts.

His three layers of protection instantly shattered.

It was devastating!

“Ugh ah—!!!”

A shrill, inhuman wail was suddenly squeezed from Wu Yong’s throat, filled with unimaginable pain and bone-deep despair!

His entire body was like being hit head-on by an invisible giant hammer, his feet leaving the ground as he flew backward!

“Bang! Bang! Bang!—!”

A series of dense, scalp-numbing popping sounds, like countless dry branches being snapped at the same time, wildly exploded from within his backward-flying body!

Those were bones shattering inch by inch!

“Pfft—”

Large gushes of black-red foul blood mixed with internal organ fragments spurted wildly from his mouth and nose, drawing a dazzling line of blood in the air.

“Young Lord!” Wu Yong’s lackey immediately went to check.

Unfortunately, the next moment

“Dea…dead! It’s over, the Young Lord is dead, it’s really over this time… The Family Head and Old Ancestor will definitely not spare us.” The group of lackeys instantly became terrified.

Dead silence.

Su Qingyu stood frozen on the spot, as if turned into a jade sculpture.

One move? Just one move?

Then… he became that pile of still slightly twitching, constantly oozing foul blood from his mouth and nose… rotten flesh? His cultivation… completely gone?

This… how is this possible?!

She subconsciously turned her head to look at Lin Haoran, who was blocking her.

That tall figure was still as steady as a mountain, exuding an indescribable, reassuring sense of gravitas.

But at this moment, this gravitas in Su Qingyu’s eyes was shrouded in a layer of unfathomable mystery…

“None of you can run either!” Lin Haoran hadn’t forgotten the lackeys Wu Yong brought.

He simply flicked out several streams of spiritual energy, instantly killing all of them.

Lin Haoran slowly withdrew his palm, his movements still calm, as if he had merely brushed away a fallen leaf, rather than killed a Young Lord of a Saint Family.

He didn’t even glance at the muddy mess that was Wu Yong on the ground, as if it were utterly insignificant trash.

He turned around, his gaze falling upon Su Qingyu’s pretty face, which was pale from excessive shock, and a faint, almost imperceptible concern finally flickered in his eyes, which had been as calm as a deep pool.

“Miss Qingyu.” His voice softened, carrying a peculiar soothing power that dispelled the blood and deathly stillness pervading the alley, “Are you alright? Such filth has dirtied your eyes, it was my oversight.”

Su Qingyu opened her mouth, but her throat was too dry to make any sound.

She just subconsciously shook her head, her gaze still somewhat unfocused.

At this moment, Lin Xuan, who had been standing quietly in the back as if uninvolved, slowly stepped forward.

He still wore that gentle, jade-like faint smile on his face, as if everything that had just happened was merely an insignificant farce.

“Young Miss Su, we killed this trash, I wonder if it will affect your Su Family?”

“If there’s trouble, perhaps we can help a little…”

“You… you…” Su Qingyu’s voice was dry and hoarse, with a tremor she herself hadn’t noticed, “The Wu Family… right, the Wu Family won’t let this go, you two hurry and leave!”

She even subconsciously grabbed Lin Haoran’s sleeve, her eyes filled with worry.

Lin Haoran felt the touch on his sleeve and was visibly stunned, even forgetting to respond.

Lin Xuan, however, remained composed, slowly saying:

“It’s fine, Young Miss Su, you don’t need to worry about us, right, Haoran.”

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow at Lin Haoran, his eyes full of teasing.

Lin Haoran seemed to understand Lin Xuan’s meaning, glanced at the jade hand resting on his arm, and actually became a little embarrassed, “Haha, yes… yes, Young Miss Su, you don’t need to worry, a mere Wu Family cannot harm us.”

Su Qingyu’s hand trembled violently and she immediately released Lin Haoran’s sleeve.

Her cheeks flushed, she was momentarily at a loss for words.

The confidence of Lin Xuan and Lin Haoran also startled her.

This confidence was by no means baseless, nor was it the arrogance of someone who didn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Immediately, Su Qingyu’s heart pounded violently, as if struck by a heavy hammer.

An absurd yet incredibly strong thought, like lightning, split through her confused mind:

Who… who exactly are they?!

Central State… surname Lin… unfathomable strength… indifference towards Saint Families as if they were nothing…

A thought she dared not believe suddenly flashed through her mind!

Could they be from a terrifying top-tier Saint Clan?

Or perhaps an even stronger Family…

Lin Xuan took in Su Qingyu’s instantly changing expression and her undisguised extreme shock.

The gentle curve of his lips seemed to deepen slightly, carrying an air of knowing everything.

He didn’t explain or expose anything, merely casually brushed his sleeve, as if to dust off nonexistent dust, and cast his gaze towards the direction of the Su Family mansion.

“Let’s go, Miss Qingyu.” Lin Xuan’s voice returned to its usual gentle tone, breaking the heavy silence in the alley, “It’s getting late, don’t keep your father waiting.”

“Oh… alright… Young Master Lin, this way please!” Su Qingyu, hearing this, pulled her thoughts back and quickly said.

Since they weren’t saying anything, she was tactful enough not to ask further.

Friends should respect each other’s decisions.

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