Chapter 7

"Brat, where are you going!"

Xia Bei roared in anger, raising his sword to intercept Xiang Chen once again.

"I f*ck your mother, Xia Bei, your opponent is me. Whoever blocks my brother's path will die!"

Xia Hou Wu, enraged, raised his battle spear and charged towards Xia Bei.

"Everyone, give it your all. If anything goes wrong, I'll take the blame. F*ck, is everyone so free to attack my brother Xia Hou Wu now?"

Xia Hou Wu shouted angrily at the people he had brought.

"Kill!"

Upon receiving this order from Xia Hou Wu, these people no longer held back, each bursting with the ferocity of soldiers, attacking Xia Bei's men with lethal force.

"Houzi, good brother, thank you."

Xiang Chen ran off, moved by the curses of Xia Hou Wu from behind. He didn't have many friends, and having such a brother was enough.

While on the move, the astonishing energy from the inner core continuously fused into Xiang Chen's body.

Xiang Chen's flesh and blood became increasingly resilient, capable of containing more of this energy. Waves of violent emotions surged into his heart, intensifying his killing intent.

Xiang Chen's speed also increased, and the energy he emitted grew stronger.

Xiang Chen ran towards the Wang family's residence. Soon, Wang Ying's mansion appeared ahead, with lanterns hung at the entrance and four guards standing watch.

"Wang Ying, if my sister is harmed in any way, I will raze your mansion to the ground."

Xiang Chen clenched his teeth in his heart.

Whoosh...

He stopped at the entrance of Wang Ying's mansion, stirring up a fierce wind as he was about to rush in.

Swish!

Four gleaming long knives blocked his path. One of the guards shouted coldly, "Kid, who are you? Do you have an invitation to barge in here?"

Xiang Chen wasn't a famous celebrity that everyone recognized, and these guards might not have known him.

"Invitation, yes, I'll show you."

Xiang Chen said, reaching into his chest to retrieve something.

"Huh, those ears, wait, I remember now. This kid is Xiang Chen from the Xiang family, that useless young master."

One of the guards suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Xiang Chen's ears were furry, unlike human ears, making them easy to recognize.

"Invitation, here!"

Xiang Chen sneered, revealing his fangs. His fingers suddenly grew into half-foot-long claws, sharp like cold blades. His hands moved at an astonishing speed, aiming for the necks of the two guards.

Pfft...

Blood spurted out as Xiang Chen's claws instantly slit their throats. They stared at Xiang Chen with wide eyes before falling backward.

"Brat, you..."

The other two guards were shocked.

However, Xiang Chen's attack was already upon them, striking them with his clawed fists.

Boom...

A circle of golden energy surged, and the two guards screamed in agony as they were punched backward, crashing into the door.

Bang!

The door was directly smashed to pieces.

The guests, who were drinking, turned their heads in shock at the scene.

Then, a young man covered in blood walked in.

"Who are you? How dare you act so recklessly here!"

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth, who had been drinking, shouted angrily at Xiang Chen.

"Huh, it's Xiang Chen. How did this waste come here? Didn't we hear that he was going to be executed today for plotting against his elder brother?"

"It's Xiang Chen, that useless Xiang Chen who can't practice cultivation? That Xiang family mutant?"

Many of the young people here were from various families and were Wang Ying's friends. Many recognized Xiang Chen.

"Xiang Chen, you useless waste, what are you doing here? This is no place for you, you little bastard."

A youth in yellow clothes sneered, approaching Xiang Chen with a strong smell of alcohol, pointing at Xiang Chen's nose and cursing.

Xiang Chen, in the circle of noble youths in the capital, was known as a weak and useless person. When his father was still around, others didn't dare to speak to him so openly. Now that Xiang Wang was in prison, no one feared him anymore, and the Xiang family didn't treat him well either.

Xiang Chen looked at this youth, who was named Huang Yi, and he had often humiliated him in the past.

His hand moved like lightning, grabbing Huang Yi's finger and twisting it hard.

Snap!

Huang Yi's index finger was directly broken upward, and he let out a scream, instantly kneeling on the ground, clutching his finger and cursing in pain.

"Brat, you dare to break my finger, ah..."

The others also looked at the scene in surprise.

Xiang Chen kicked Huang Yi, and with a thud, Huang Yi was kicked in the face and flew, crashing into a table of food. Dishes and wine scattered everywhere, and the people at the table screamed and dodged, glaring at Xiang Chen in anger.

"Brat, what are you doing?"

"Xiang Chen, are you looking for death?"

Xiang Chen said coldly, "Wang Ying, get out here. Release my sister quickly, or I'll raze your mansion."

In the bridal chamber.

Ye Rou's large expanse of snow-white skin was exposed, but it was already covered in blood marks. The blood marks were not deep, but they were frighteningly red.

F*ck, Wang Ying must be a sadistic pervert. Indeed, he liked to torture women before possessing them.

"Brother, brother, brother is here!"

Ye Rou, on the verge of despair and about to be defiled, burst into tears upon hearing this voice. Her brother was still alive and had come to save her.

"Huh, that brat Xiang Chen's voice." Wang Ying, holding a whip, said in surprise.

In the courtyard.

"Brat, do you think we're air? Do you still think you're the young master of the Xiang family? You're looking for death!"

A youth in black clothes roared in anger, taking a step forward and charging at Xiang Chen.

He punched out, and a surge of energy formed the shadow of three fierce tigers.

Three tigers' strength! Ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm! This punch had the terrifying force of three thousand pounds.

The Body Tempering Realm focuses on strengthening the body and blood energy. Physical strength is the main focus of cultivation.

A fierce tiger can strike with at least a thousand pounds of force with one full-force slap, hence the term "one tiger's strength."

This youth's punch had the strength of three tigers, enough to kill an ordinary person.

"I'm not here for you, get lost!"

Xiang Chen roared, and with a slap, a surge of terrifying energy exploded, striking the black youth's fist.

"Ahh..."

The black youth screamed as his arm was directly broken by the slap, and a terrifying force hit his body. He was thrown like a blood-filled gourd, crashing into the thick courtyard wall, unable to be pulled out.

"Li Sang, how is this possible!"

"Li Sang can easily kill a cow with one punch at the ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm. This kid can't practice martial arts, yet he slapped Li Sang away."

"It must be an illusion, it must be. Let me see again. F*ck, it's real."

The other guests stood up in surprise, looking at Xiang Chen in disbelief.

"Wang Ying, get out here, hand over my sister!"

Xiang Chen continued to roar.

"Brother, save me, no, brother, run, run as far as you can, the Empress wants to kill you."

At this moment, cries for help came from the back of the banquet.

"Sister!" Xiang Chen rushed over, but was blocked by a group of Wang Ying's friends.

"Ha ha ha, who do we have here? Xiang Chen, you useless brat, you dare to barge into my mansion?"