As Bi Zhacha was beaten and coughed up blood from his severe injuries, a figure suddenly appeared in the room with a whoosh.
"Twenty-third Uncle!" At this moment, Bi Zhacha's enraged voice rang out, "Kill him!"
The figure that appeared possessed an extremely powerful aura.
Bi Zhacha's twenty-third uncle, named Bi Gandang, naturally saw his nephew's injuries. The light in his eyes turned cold, and he swung his sword towards Yang Feilong. The sword's momentum was like a volcanic eruption, "Boy, die!"
Mortals who dared to so severely injure one of their young masters deserved death!
Therefore, although this sword strike was far from his strongest, he showed no mercy.
However, this seemingly guaranteed strike missed. No, it didn't miss; it was casually deflected by Yang Feilong with a wave of his hand.
"You..." Bi Gandang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze towards Yang Feilong was filled with solemnity.
"With just this strength, you dare to boast of killing me? Who gave you the guts!" Yang Feilong's voice was cold as he then threw a punch towards Bi Gandang!
The fist light materialized, utterly unpretentious, a manifestation of Golden Core power, extremely potent!
Bi Gandang gritted his teeth and roared, unsure if it was to boost his strength or suppress his inner panic. He unleashed another sword strike.
Boom!
With the collision, Bi Gandang was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing through several walls before finally stopping. He fell to the ground, already in a pool of blood, his life uncertain!
"What??? Twenty-third Uncle?" Bi Zhacha had just managed to get up when he witnessed this scene that left him dumbfounded. His twenty-third uncle was a top Golden Core realm expert ranked sixty-seventh on the Human Rankings, capable of fighting against ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators. Yet now, he had been severely injured by a young man who looked no older than himself, with no ability to retaliate.
And this was done bare-handed! Had he offended a Nascent Soul cultivator? Such a young Nascent Soul expert?
Yang Feilong walked towards Bi Zhacha.
Bi Zhacha, on the other hand, was filled with terror, "Don't come over! My Sixth Master is also here. He's a Nascent Soul cultivator. If you dare to kill me, he won't let you go!"
"Weren't you quite arrogant just now?" Yang Feilong's lips curled into a playful smile.
As he spoke, he slapped out. Bi Zhacha had no way to block it. He tried to use his arm to block the blow, but he couldn't. With a thud, he was sent flying.
The other onlookers trembled at this moment, never expecting Yang Qingqing's boyfriend to be so formidable. Not only was Bi Zhacha brutally humiliated, but the expert behind him was also so tragically beaten, his survival now uncertain!
Who exactly was this person?
How could he be so strong? Was he a prodigy from the Spirit Realm, or from the mortal world?
The spiritual energy in the mortal world was depleted. For someone to cultivate to such a level under these circumstances was even more terrifying and suffocating.
Especially Yan Chao and Yan Lili, this brother and sister pair, were regretting their actions to the extreme. If they had known Yang Qingqing's boyfriend was so powerful, how could they have entertained those wicked ideas?
Even if the other party didn't know this incident originated from them, if he did, they would be in dire straits. And if Yang Qingqing's boyfriend didn't trouble them, would Bi Zhacha let it go?
Just as Yang Feilong was about to teach Bi Zhacha a severe lesson, a figure suddenly appeared and lunged at him.
The moment this person appeared, Yang Feilong felt it, his expression changed, and he countered with a punch.
With a resounding explosion,
Many people were sent flying backwards, spitting blood from the shockwaves.
Yang Feilong himself retreated several steps before stopping. He looked up at the newcomer, a man who appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties, but in reality, he was much older. His expression was solemn, "Nascent Soul cultivator!"
"So young, yet you managed to block my punch!" The man looked at Yang Feilong, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
"Sixth Master!" Seeing the newcomer, Bi Zhacha cried out in delight, "It's him! He beat Twenty-third Uncle to the brink of death! Quickly kill him!"
"Shut up!" the man commanded.
"I..." Bi Zhacha's expression froze, and although he wanted to say something, he dared not.
Sixth Master had a rather bad temper.
"Fellow Daoist, you appear very young and possess Nascent Soul combat power. May I know your honorable surname and given name?" Bi Qiong looked at Yang Feilong, a smile on his face as he asked.
Such a young expert, while seemingly not having Nascent Soul power, had combat capabilities on par with some early Nascent Soul cultivators. Even if he wasn't a scion of an ultra-first-tier family, he was likely from a first-tier family. His earlier action of bullying a junior was already inappropriate. If the person backing him were nearby and saw his aggression, he might face a fatal retaliatory strike!
After all, the youth before him had the combat power of an early Nascent Soul cultivator at such a young age. Although he was a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, the protectors of first-tier or ultra-first-tier families were at least in the Primordial Spirit realm. Such beings could easily annihilate him without even appearing.
Although the opponent was a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator and slightly stronger than himself, Yang Feilong felt no fear, because if truly pushed to use the Mountain Sea Sword and the Green Lotus Earth Fire, a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator might not necessarily be able to kill him.
"You are not qualified to know!" Yang Feilong could clearly see the other party's hesitation. His expression was extremely stern, and his words were harsh.
Although Bi Qiong was furious upon hearing this, he maintained a smile, "If my grandson has offended you, I offer my apologies!"
Bi Qiong adopted a very humble stance. The opponent's cultivation and strength were clearly inferior to his, yet he acted this way, clearly having his own backing, which made him even more wary.
"Apologies? That's not necessary. I just hope you can discipline your grandson properly and stop thinking about snatching other people's women every day, because some people he cannot afford to offend!" Yang Feilong said indifferently, "I hope you will act with caution!"
With that, he put his arm around Yang Qingqing and vanished from the spot in a flash.
Seeing Yang Feilong's instantaneous disappearance, Bi Qiong's eyes narrowed slightly, as the opponent's speed was too great. He admitted that even with his full effort, he was not as fast as Yang Feilong.
"My worries were not unfounded. This fellow, even if not from an ultra-first-tier family, is certainly from a first-tier family! I wonder which influential figure this young man belongs to?" Bi Qiong frowned slightly, "When I return to the Spirit Realm later, I will inquire."
The next moment, he looked at Bi Zhacha and asked with a frown, "Speak, what exactly happened?"
"I, I..." Bi Zhacha was choked by the question. The next moment, he glared hatefully at Yan Chao, gritting his teeth, "Damn it, did you set me up?"
As he spoke, he went directly to Yan Chao's side. Ignoring Yan Chao's pleas for mercy, he kicked him flying!
"Young Master Bi, I had no idea Yang Qingqing had such a powerful boyfriend! If I had known, why would I have done this? Am I seeking death?" Yan Chao landed, spitting blood, his face filled with terror as he repeatedly explained.