Chapter 75

"Y-You... What do you want to do?!" Seeing Yi Yun approach, Lian Cuihua screamed. "You little beast, you have the plague, do you want to infect the whole clan?"

Lian Cuihua was no pushover. Seeing Yi Yun suddenly become so terrifying, she suddenly remembered that he had the plague and started to shout, trying to rally the crowd to her side.

"Villagers, this little beast must have been possessed by a ghost after he died. Otherwise, how could he be so powerful? He's possessed, don't you remember? That's right!"

Lian Cuihua suddenly remembered something and squeezed her way out of the crowd with surprising strength. She ran out and quickly returned with a wooden bucket in her hand.

She looked at Yi Yun, a sinister smile crossing her face.

"Little beast, I'll let you be smug. Just because you have some unclean things possessing you, you think you're invincible? Watch me kill you!"

With that, Lian Cuihua splashed the contents of the wooden bucket at Yi Yun!

The bucket was filled with a dark red liquid, and a pungent smell spread out. It was dog's blood!

Before the tournament, the warrior trainees had killed two hunting dogs, planning to feast after the competition. After killing the dogs, the dog's blood was stored in the wooden bucket, along with dog intestines, fur, heart, and lungs. Now, all of it was splashed at Yi Yun!

In Yunhuang, people believed that dog's blood could drive away evil spirits. Those unclean spirits would freeze at the sight of dog's blood, and if they were splashed with it, they would be corroded like a person doused in concentrated sulfuric acid.

The phrase "drenched in dog's blood" meant that the person being scolded would be rendered immobile and speechless, just like a demon drenched in dog's blood.

Lian Cuihua truly believed that Yi Yun had relied on possession to cripple Zhao Tieshu. If she splashed him with dog's blood, it would burn away the evil spirits, leaving Yi Yun as helpless as a chick, to be toyed with at her whim.

Lian Cuihua really wanted to cut off Yi Yun's limbs and burn him alive with an iron hook. As long as she claimed he was possessed, it would be easy to incite the people to burn him.

The splash of dirty dog's blood caused the crowd to gasp in shock!

At that moment, a glint of killing intent flashed in Yi Yun's eyes.

For a woman like Lian Cuihua, who had no martial arts skills, Yi Yun would have ignored her if she hadn't attacked Jiang Xiaorou. But now, he realized just how malicious this woman was.

Some people were so venomous to the core that they were a curse to the world, regardless of whether they had martial arts skills or were women.

*Peng!*

A loud explosion rang out, and the bucket of dog's blood exploded in front of Yi Yun without any visible movement from him!

The blood splattered everywhere, but not a single drop landed on Yi Yun.

Instead, Lian Cuihua was drenched in dog's blood!

"Ahh!"

Lian Cuihua let out a惨叫, her hair disheveled, and she continued to scream, "You demon, you little beast, you bastard! Cough, cough, cough..."

By the end, Lian Cuihua couldn't speak anymore. Yi Yun had her by the neck!

Lian Cuihua's tongue hung out, her eyes rolled back, and her limbs twitched.

"Save... save me..."

The desire to live made Lian Cuihua struggle to say these words.

At that moment, the surrounding crowd all retreated in fear. They dared not attack Yi Yun. The commoners of Dahuang were cowards who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Deep down, they had a slave mentality. They would instinctively submit to the strong, but they would show their vicious and cruel side only to the weak, like when they collectively attacked Jiang Xiaorou.

Lian Cuihua was finally afraid. She looked at Yi Yun, her eyes full of terror.

She still didn't understand why Yi Yun had suddenly become so powerful. He didn't seem to be possessed... because possessed people couldn't avoid dog's blood. They would freeze at the sight of it, like rats seeing a cat.

"Y-You... You want to... hit a woman? Cough, cough..."

Lian Cuihua spoke with a trembling voice.

Yi Yun smiled, "I never hit women."

As he spoke, he loosened his grip slightly.

Lian Cuihua let out a sigh of relief and grew a bit bolder, "Let me go quickly and beg for mercy from Lord Lian. Lord Lian might spare you. You've become stronger, but can you stand against Lord Lian?"

Lian Chengyu was like a god in the Lian clan.

He had absolute authority!

In recent days, under Lian Chengyu's propaganda, people had learned about the specific realms of martial artists before the Purple Blood Realm. Lian Chengyu was at the peak of the Fifth Layer of Mortal Blood, while Zhao Tieshu was only at the First Layer. The difference was like heaven and earth.

Although Lian Cuihua was afraid of Yi Yun, she remembered that she was working for Lian Chengyu, who would back her up. If Lian Chengyu acted, he could crush Yi Yun with one hand.

Thinking this, Lian Cuihua grew bolder. She believed that Yi Yun letting her go was a sign of prudence.

"If you don't kneel and apologize to Lord Lian now, he will flay you alive. Do you think you're powerful just because you beat that wimp Zhao Tieshu? Compared to Lord Lian, Zhao Tieshu is a worm, and you are just a slightly larger worm!"

Lian Cuihua shouted, trying to intimidate Yi Yun. She truly believed this, as Lian Chengyu, a Purple Blood Realm martial artist, had unfathomable strength!

As for Zhao Tieshu, let that wimp who couldn't even beat a child die. Lian Cuihua wouldn't feel any nostalgia for a useless person.

Hearing Lian Cuihua's threats, Yi Yun smiled again. Then, without warning, he slapped her.

*Slap!*

A sharp sound echoed, and Lian Cuihua was slapped into the air. She spun three and a half times in mid-air and landed heavily, the world spinning around her.

Lian Cuihua was dazed, blood bubbles forming in her mouth, like a fish that had been thrown to the ground.

She struggled to move, trembling as she touched her left cheek, which was now deformed and bloody.

She felt something in her mouth and spat out a dozen blood-stained teeth.

Yi Yun had knocked out all the teeth in her left jaw!

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Lian Cuihua looked at Yi Yun, trying to say something, but her tongue and face were too damaged to form words. Her pupils dilated, and her eyes lost focus.

She struggled to move her lips, making a muffled sound. Though the sound was distorted, Yi Yun understood, or rather, guessed what she was trying to say. Lian Cuihua was asking if he didn't hit women.

"Did I say that?"

Yi Yun asked, and Lian Cuihua managed to blink.

Yi Yun rubbed his hand and said calmly, "Hmm... I said that before. From now on... I won't. I'll hit when I need to."

Lian Cuihua could curse Yi Yun, but she shouldn't have bullied Jiang Xiaorou.

Yi Yun couldn't imagine how Jiang Xiaorou had endured being attacked by a group of villagers with cow dung when she lost his news that day.

In this world, Jiang Xiaorou was Yi Yun's closest relative, and he wouldn't allow anyone to harm her.

As Yi Yun spoke, Lian Cuihua spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.