Chapter 17:"A Deadly Encounter"

"You b*stard! You're courting death!"

Zhao Fu covered his chest and said in a deep voice. He stared at Xiao Chen and said, "Do you think you can do whatever you want with a cultivation of level six of the Spirit Incarnation Realm? I swear I'll kill you today!"

"If you kneel down and apologize to me, I can consider leaving your body in one piece, otherwise..."

"Kill me?"

Hearing these words, Xiao Chen's eyes turned cold. With a cold laugh, his figure floated.

"I'm afraid you would not be able to do that."

As soon as he finished his words, he came to Zhao Fu's side and punched him.

"What!?"

Zhao Fu's face changed greatly. He did not expect that Xiao Chen would dare to attack him.

After all, he was backed by the Zhao family.

How could Xiao Chen be so daring?

Without hesitation, he hurriedly reached out to stop Xiao Chen's attack.

However, how could he resist Xiao Chen's attack?

Zhao Fu spat out another mouthful of blood as his body slid forty meters away on the ground.

"I'm not dead?"

Zhao Fu was stunned. He thought he was going to die. It seemed that Xiao Chen was not stupid. He knew how powerful the Zhao family was and he did not dare to kill him.

Thinking of this, he became confident and said arrogantly, "You b*stard, you humiliated me twice, I..."

Xiao Chen glanced at him coldly. "You talk too much. Shut up."

Just as he finished speaking, fine cracks appeared on Zhao Fu's body.

Under his terrified gaze, the cracks began to expand.

With a snort, Zhao Fu disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood!

"What?!"

"What kind of skill is this?"

"How did he kill an expert of level six of the Spirit Incarnation Realm with a snap of his fingers?" Could he be so powerful!"

The children from the aristocratic families were completely shocked, and they spoke in horror.

The gazes that they used to look at Xiao Chen had turned into respectful ones at this moment.

Even Zhao Qian's face suddenly became pale. The sense of superiority and pride in his heart collapsed, leaving only fear.

If this skill were to be used on him, he would die instantly.

Xiao Chen was not someone he could provoke.

"What on earth is his cultivation?! They were on completely different levels. Perhaps what Xiao Chen said was true. They were indeed not qualified to sit with him."

Xiao Chen turned to look at Zhao Qian and said with a smile, "It's quiet now. What do you say? Do you still want me to leave?"

Zhao Qian was horrified and felt regret.

He did not expect Xiao Chen to be so strong. If he had known this earlier, he would not have stood up for Yang Shaoan. Now he had put himself in such a mess.

"Sorry, I was wrong."

Zhao Qian whispered.

"Do you think this could be settled with just a 'sorry'?"

Xiao Chen said slowly, "Why don't you accept one of my attacks and I apologize to your dead body?"

Zhao Qian's face changed. He fell to his knees and said in a deep voice, "It's my ignorance that has offended you, Young Master Xiao. I hope you can forgive me."

The crowd was speechless.

He was the young master of the Zhao family, a peerless, talented genius. He would be the future leader of Yunhai City. Why did he kneel down?

He knelt at the feet of a countryman that they had looked down upon, begging for his forgiveness!

Yang Shaoan was also in the crowd and at this moment, his expression was extremely complicated.

Initially, he had the chance to become Xiao Chen's close friend, but he had given up the opportunity.

He suddenly felt that he had made a very stupid decision.

At this moment, Xiao Chen's gaze suddenly turned toward him. He said with a faint smile, "Yang Shaoan, this matter seems to have been caused by you. Aren't you going to say anything?"

"I..."

Yang Shaoan subconsciously took two steps back and said in a trembling voice, "Wh-what do you want?"

Xiao Chen flicked his finger and said lightly, "I just slapped your Young Master Zhao Qian 23 times. What about you? You should receive ten times the amount."

"Well, for the sake of the older generations of the Xiao family and the Yang family, I will round up the number. Just slap yourself 200 times and this matter will be over."

"200 slaps?"

Yang Shaoan looked bitter. If he slapped himself 200 times, he would be famous. How would he survive in this circle in the future?

"What? You can't? Do you want me to help you?"

"I can do it! I can do it!"

Yang Shaoan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and suddenly slapped himself in the face.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Watching Yang Shaoan slap himself 200 times, Xiao Chen did not say anything more. He said goodbye to Meng Ye and walked out of the restaurant.

There were a group of complicated expressions behind him.

He was so strong that the younger generation could not breathe.

Of the entire Tianlong Land, only one countryman mattered—Xiao Chen!

He had taught them a merciless lesson.

Yang Shaoan, whose face was swollen, only had endless hatred left in his eyes.

He said coldly, "I admit that Xiao Chen is very strong. If he grows, he would definitely be a powerful martial artist."

"However, he has offended the Zhao family and he will surely die."

"In Yunhai City, the Zhao family is ranked the highest."

Hearing these words, the others snapped back to reality and nodded in agreement. Someone sighed softly. "Sigh, Xiao Chen is too arrogant. He does not know how to hide his strength. He is doomed to have such a misfortune."

"With the Zhao family's ability, I'm afraid we won't be able to hear Xiao Chen's name tomorrow."

"What a pity."

Along the way, Xiao Chen suddenly stopped. After a moment, there was a roar.

"Xiao Chen, come and meet your death!"

Then, a raging and angry energy rushed over.

Bang!

With heavy footsteps, a figure in black appeared. He stared coldly at Xiao Chen with his sharp eagle eyes. "How dare you kill a member of my Zhao family! You are so arrogant. Kneel down and die!"

Zhao Chen waved his sleeve, filled with pride.

"You want me to kneel down and die?"

Xiao Chen put his hands behind his back and said with a smirk, "Zhao Qian said that too. As a result, he was slapped by me. Zhao Fu also said something similar as well. As a result, he died. I have to say that the Zhao family's bragging skills must have been handed down from generation to generation."

"Haha, Zhao Fu is nothing compared to me."

Zhao Chen said arrogantly. He talked about Zhao Fu with disdain.

Zhao Fu was only at level six of the Spirit Incarnation Realm. He was just a butler of the Zhao family, while Zhao Chen was at level nine of the Spirit Incarnation Realm.

In Yunhai City, he was a reputable figure.

"Is that so?" Xiao Chen stretched and said blandly.

"Then why don't you let me see how different you are from them?"

"As you wish!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhao Chen's figure flickered and he appeared proudly in the air above Xiao Chen. He slapped his palm down.

"Yellow Level upper-grade martial arts. Wild Wind Palm!"

Swish!

The fierce wind howled nonstop, causing the entire street to suddenly turn solemn. On the ground, shallow cracks appeared. At the center of his palm, spiritual energy gushed out like a scorching sun as it flew toward Xiao Chen.

"Go to h*ll!"

Zhao Chen shouted coldly. In his opinion, one attack was enough to end Xiao Chen.

And it was Xiao Chen's honor to die under his attack.

"What a cheap trick."

Xiao Chen's expression remained unchanged as he quietly waited for Zhao Chen to come to his side.

Then, he combined his two fingers to make a sword and jabbed outward.

Swish!

An ear-piercing sound was heard.

Then, under Zhao Chen's shocked gaze, the Wild Wind Palm that he displayed with all his strength was as fragile as glass, and it shattered in an instant.

"How is this possible?"

Zhao Chen was shocked. He wanted to pull back, but before he could do anything, the invisible sword whistled past and directly cut his hand to the ground.

"Ah!" Zhao Chen covered his severed hand and let out a miserable roar. His eyes were filled with horror.

Did this young man, with his fingers as a sword, cut off his hand?