Chapter 66

Jing Qingyan was completely stunned.

What’s going on?

Young Master Jing Yan, how could his strength be so powerful? Wasn’t his realm supposed to have fallen, leaving him with only the cultivation of the Third Heaven of Martial Dao?

To be able to send Jing Chuanling flying with just a wave of his hand, this must at least be the cultivation of the Ninth Heaven of Martial Dao, right?

Jing Qingyan took a deep breath and stared straight at Jing Yan.

"Overestimating your own strength!" Jing Yan glanced indifferently at Jing Chuanling, who was dozens of meters away.

This blow, although Jing Yan held back, was still a real lesson for Jing Chuanling.

Even with high-grade healing potions, Jing Chuanling would not be able to stand up if he didn’t lie in bed for one or two months.

As for this year’s family competition, he definitely wouldn’t be able to participate.

"Jing! Yan!"

Jing Yujin roared!

She had been silent all along, and Jing Yan had ignored her. Now, she finally couldn’t hold back and spoke up.

Jing Chuanling was her person, and Jing Yan’s lesson to Jing Chuanling was a direct affront to her.

In front of so many people, how could she possibly swallow this humiliation? If she didn’t know about Jing Yan’s strength, she might have already taken action against him.

"You have a lot of nerve! Ah, you have too much nerve."

"Jing Yan, you actually dared to commit violence in public in the market and assault a family member. Good, good, just wait, I will definitely report this to the elders and see how long you can be so arrogant."

"Manager Mingyang, quickly arrest him." Jing Yujin’s body trembled violently, and her cheeks became somewhat distorted with anger.

She really didn’t expect that Jing Yan would have such nerve to send Jing Chuanling flying right in front of her. Moreover, Jing Chuanling’s injuries didn’t look light.

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

Jing Yan narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Jing Yujin.

"Whoosh!"

He suddenly took a step and was beside Jing Yujin.

"Slap!" A crisp sound echoed, and everyone saw five red finger marks appear on Jing Yujin’s white face.

"Did I give you permission to speak? Ah?" Jing Yan stood beside Jing Yujin and shouted at her.

Jing Yujin was somewhat dazed.

"Slap!" Jing Yan raised his hand again, his arm’s shadow flickering in the air, and the crisp sound echoed once more.

This time, Jing Yujin had some reaction; she clearly wanted to dodge the slap but couldn’t avoid it.

This slap landed firmly on her white face. The burning sensation was very intense.

"You... you..." Jing Yujin’s eyes widened.

"Slap!"

"Why do you keep speaking when I tell you not to? Why are you so cheap? Ah? Tell me, why are you so cheap!" Jing Yan’s tone seemed very helpless.

"Slap slap slap slap!" He slapped her from both sides.

Jing Yujin’s head swayed back and forth with Jing Yan’s slaps. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t avoid them, and she couldn’t even step back. Because a terrifying flow of energy had bound her body in place.

A series of slaps left Jing Yujin’s once beautiful face swollen like a pig’s head, her mouth even deformed.

"Sniff sniff..." Jing Yujin cried.

Her tearful eyes were filled with tears, looking pitiful and full of fear.

"Only now do you behave. I didn’t tell you to speak, so you shouldn’t speak. I’m still dealing with Jing Mingyang’s problem. If you listen, I won’t hit you." Jing Yan nodded, confirming that Jing Yujin couldn’t speak, and then spoke to her in a calm tone.

Then, he turned and looked at Jing Mingyang.

At this moment, everyone present, whether it was Jing Chenxing, Jing Mingyang, the market guards, or the surrounding martial artists, were all dumbfounded.

If Jing Yan’s act of sending Jing Chuanling flying had only surprised them, then now, Jing Yan’s public slapping of Jing Yujin dozens of times was shocking.

It was one thing for Jing Chuanling to be beaten, as he didn’t have much background and had provoked Jing Yan first. But what about Jing Yujin?

She was the daughter of the Great Elder of the Jing family. The Great Elder of the Jing family, what kind of status did he have? In the entire Jing family, only the clan leader Jing Chengye could slightly suppress the Great Elder.

How could Jing Yan dare to hit Jing Yujin? And in such a humiliating way?

Everyone present could be sure of one thing: Jing Yujin would definitely not dare to show her face in public for a long time. She had no face to appear in front of people.

This incident would likely spread throughout the entire Donglin City in just a few hours.

"Jing Yan! You have a lot of nerve!"

Jing Mingyang finally reacted. Just now, he was really stunned.

Plus, Jing Yan’s speed in slapping Jing Yujin was so fast that he didn’t have time to stop it. Now, he was furious, his old face turning red, and his body trembling slightly.

"Arrest him! Arrest him!" Jing Mingyang roared at the guards.

"Whoosh!"

"Boom boom!"

Several guards, including two at the Ninth Heaven of Martial Dao, suddenly pounced on Jing Yan.

A powerful flow of energy instantly filled the area.

"Only seeing the coffin will you shed tears!" Facing the fierce attack of several guards, Jing Yan smiled faintly, and the cold light of his sword flashed.

A flurry of sword shadows swept out, and the sword beams formed by the Autumn Wind and Falling Leaves Sword accurately pointed at the pouncing guards.

"Swish swish!"

Those guards flew back at a speed even faster than when they pounced on Jing Yan.

Just them? They wanted to arrest Jing Yan? When Jing Yan was at the Seventh Heaven of Martial Dao, he could already overpower Li Tianfu of the Extreme Combat Association. Now, Jing Yan was already at the Ninth Heaven of Martial Dao. How could a few Eighth and Ninth Heaven market guards possibly be a match for him?

"Boom!"

The guards flew back and crashed into the walls of the weapon shop, only stopping when they fell to the ground. The walls of the building were severely damaged.

Jing Mingyang, who was about to pounce on Jing Yan, suddenly stopped.

He took a deep breath, looking at Jing Yan with shock, his heart surging with waves.

"Xiantian realm? Could it be that Jing Yan has already recovered to the Xiantian realm?" Jing Mingyang took several deep breaths, not daring to exhale.

He felt his body slightly numb, as if he couldn’t move.

"Tsk tsk, there’s quite a bit of damage again." Jing Yan shook his head, looking at the walls damaged by the guards, and frowned.

"Jing Mingyang, it seems that 2,400 spirit stones aren’t enough. Repairing these walls will also require a large amount of spirit stones." Jing Yan looked at Jing Mingyang again and said indifferently.

"Don’t worry, let me calculate it." Jing Yan paused, as if really calculating the losses.

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