"The Defiance of Nobility: A Clash of Outcasts and Aristocrats"

The team leader of the guards seemed to completely ignore Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou's presence despite his earlier yelling. He remained rooted in place, not uttering another word, as if resigned to the fact that common people like Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou would meet their demise. In Luo Tong Royal City, such incidents were commonplace.

Meanwhile, Meng Xia, the yellow-robed young man, continued to ride his Rhinoceros Horn Ox at a faster speed, bloodthirsty eyes gleaming, urging the beast forward. The guards and the team leader helplessly watched as Meng Xia rushed toward Huang Xiaolong, seemingly on the verge of crashing into him. Just as it seemed inevitable, Fei Hou made his move. With a sword in his hand that appeared out of nowhere, he swung it, unleashing countless sword glows that swiftly dodged around.

In a series of pitiful cries, the charging Rhinoceros Horn Ox suddenly halted, its legs giving out beneath it. Beast blood sprayed like a fountain, and Meng Xia was thrown off the ox's back. Following closely behind, the other Rhinoceros Horn Oxen also fell to the ground upon reaching Huang Xiaolong, sending the guards flying.

The pitiful cries gradually subsided, and the ground ceased trembling. All that remained were the scattered bodies of the oxen and the pools of bright red beast blood. The team leader and the guards, who had just moments ago been prepared to attack Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou, now stared at the scene with shock and fear.

Meng Xia, covered in dirt from his fall, struggled to crawl out from under the ox he had been riding. He looked at his fallen companion and roared with anger, pointing accusingly at Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou, calling them rebels and demanding their deaths. He insisted that their hands be cut off, followed by their legs, and then fed to the dogs.

The guards, who had recently suffered a similar fate at the hands of Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou, responded immediately to Meng Xia's command. They drew their swords, their anger flaring, ready to carry out the brutal punishment. It seemed that they intended to sever Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou's hands first and then break their legs.

Fei Hou's eyes turned cold, emitting a chilling snort. Standing tall, he held his long sword once more, and with each flash of the blade, a pitiful cry resounded. The guards, who had rushed toward Fei Hou and Huang Xiaolong with cruel intentions, suddenly found their arms separating from their bodies. Twenty arms were sent flying through the air.

"My hand! My hand!" "My hand is severed!"

The guards cried out in pain and terror as their arms were ruthlessly severed. They had always been the ones bullying and oppressing the outcasts in the city, and now, these outcasts dared to kill their mounts!

Amidst the chaos, Fei Hou remained stoic, his long sword dancing in the air. He continued to strike, causing more guards to lose their arms. The team leader and the other guards, who had been frozen in shock, watched in horror as their fellow guards suffered the same fate.

The once-confident guards now wailed in agony. The ground fell silent, save for the moaning of the fallen Meng Xia, lying in a pool of blood, and the guards who had lost their arms. The team leader and the surrounding guards looked at the gruesome scene before them, their faces filled with fear and pity.

Meng Xia, who had managed to stand up from the ground, stared at Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou in disbelief. His face contorted with rage and fear. He shouted, "You... you lowly outcasts! How dare you touch me! I am Young Master Meng Xia of Duke's Mansion! You will die without a proper burial!" Meng Xia believed that anyone who dared to harm him or his family would be annihilated, along with their entire household.

"Touch me?" Fei Hou's expression remained indifferent as he suddenly swung his sword. The sword glows flashed around Meng Xia, causing him to scream in agony. Trembling all over, Meng Xia collapsed to the ground, wetting himself in fear.

Fei Hou sneered at the sight of the trembling Duke's Mansion disciple. "Boy, rest assured, I won't kill you. You won't die so easily." With those words, Fei Hou withdrew his long sword, revealing that Meng Xia's head was now bald—his hair had been cleanly sliced off by Fei Hou's sword glows.

A cool breeze blew by, causing Meng Xia to shudder. His heart raced, and cold sweat covered his body. Fei Hou's words echoed in his mind, and his body shook uncontrollably.

The trembling Meng Xia slowly regained his senses and noticed his bald head. The wind blew against his scalp, sending a chilling sensation through his body. Fear continued to grip his heart, and his whole being was drenched in cold sweat.

"Next time you dare insult me as an outcast, I won't stop at your hair. I'll peel off your scalp layer by layer!" Fei Hou's eyes turned cold as he stared at Meng Xia, threatening him.

Meng Xia remained motionless, unable to respond. The constant flashes of Fei Hou's sword glows had frightened him to the point where he couldn't think straight.

Fei Hou returned to Huang Xiaolong's side and asked, "Young Master, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Huang Xiaolong nodded. "Let's go, we'll enter the city." Turning his back to the team leader, Huang Xiaolong's expression turned indifferent. "Do you still want to charge us for entering the city?"

The team leader suddenly knelt down, his face filled with fear. He cried, "No, no! Little Ancestor, please forgive me!"

Startled by the plea, Huang Xiaolong continued, "Am I just a humble commoner?"

Shaking his head vigorously, the team leader quickly replied, "No, no! Little Ancestor, you are a noble aristocrat!"

"I am an aristocrat, but what about him?" Huang Xiaolong pointed towards Meng Xia, who stood there with a dumbfounded expression, still dripping urine from his pants.

The team leader's face turned red, unable to provide a response. Fei Hou stared at him with wide eyes.

The team leader, filled with fear, lost control and let out a loud fart. Panicking, he stammered, "He... he's a lowly outcast!"

Huang Xiaolong then questioned him, "And what about you?"

"I am a dog! I am nothing but a dog!" The team leader's face turned pale, his voice trembling.

Huang Xiaolong's expression turned cold. With that, he and Fei Hou passed through the city gate. Before leaving, Huang Xiaolong addressed the team leader who had fallen to the ground, defeated. "Remember, I'm not just an outcast. If you dare insult me again, it won't be just your hair that I'll take. I'll strip away every layer of your scalp."

As Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou disappeared into the city, the defeated team leader remained sitting on the ground. His complexion was ashen, his sense of shame overwhelming. The surrounding guards pitied him. After a while, one of the guards approached him carefully. "Team Leader, should we inform Duke's Mansion?" he asked.

Meanwhile, Meng Xia stood motionless, while the other injured guards cried out in pain.

"Inform Duke's Mansion?" The team leader suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with hatred as he watched Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou enter the city gate. "You lowly outcasts dared to harm Duke's Mansion Young Master Meng Xia. Just wait, I'll make you cry until your smiles become ugly!"

But at that moment, Huang Xiaolong and Fei Hou had already entered the city gate.

"Don't worry, Young Master. Duke's Mansion won't be able to touch us," Fei Hou assured Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong nodded. He knew that Fei Hou's audacity in severing the hands of the Duke's Mansion guards and shaving Meng Xia's head indicated that he had a powerful background. Although Huang Xiaolong didn't understand the details, he trusted Fei Hou's judgment.