Chapter 42

Laughing until tears almost came out, yet that fool still couldn't understand. A wave of disdain rose in his heart, and Yao Cheng swung his right fist, knocking Zhao Yougong to the ground in one blow.

Yao Cheng was already strong, and with this punch, Zhao Yougong let out a muffled groan, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Mu Wanqing, feeling a deep pain, her eyes welled up with tears. She truly felt heartache; the villain was already injured, how could he withstand such a beating?

"Stop it, you bastard, let him go! If you have any skills, come at me!" Mu Wanqing's voice was sharp, as if she wanted to bite Yao Cheng to death.

Yao Cheng, of course, was not afraid. The more the woman was heartbroken, the happier he was. Looking at the black cloth on Zhao Yougong's shoulder, he sneered and lifted his foot, stomping down hard. This was not enough; Yao Cheng's foot pressed and twisted, and the wound, which had not yet scabbed over, instantly burst open, fresh red blood slowly flowing out, staining the entire shoulder.

The pain, piercing to the heart, made Yao Cheng's foot feel like a drill piercing the wound on Zhao Yougong's shoulder. Zhao Yougong's eyes filled with tears, groaning in pain, he wished he could kill Yao Cheng immediately. But he couldn't; he still had to endure and find out where the other person was.

Mu Wanqing's eyes widened, her body trembling uncontrollably, "Yao Cheng, you beast, let him go... let him go..."

She had never thought there could be such a cruel person in the world. If he wanted to kill, he could just do it with one strike, but Yao Cheng deliberately tormented him. The villain had no martial arts skills at all. Unable to bear the pain in her heart, tears instantly streamed down her face, and she collapsed on the ground, looking pitiful.

"Beast... what kind of skill is it to bully him!"

Heartache? Yao Cheng couldn't understand. This woman wanted to kill Zhao Yougong, so why was she now so protective of him? It was truly enviable.

"Want to kill? Ha, little lady, don't be in a hurry, big brother will come to you soon!" As he spoke, Yao Cheng's foot moved back and stomped heavily on Zhao Yougong's buttocks.

"Ow... Yao Cheng... I'll curse your ancestors for eighteen generations... stop..."

"You scum, I won't stop..."

One foot after another, Zhao Yougong's buttocks were soaked with blood, the pain piercing to the bone. Clenching his teeth, Zhao Yougong dug his fingers into the soft grass, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Is there anyone else? Yao Cheng, bring out all your people, this king will see what kind of beasts you are. Remember, the government will not let you off... will not let you off..."

Yao Cheng was laughing, but it was a mocking laugh. The government? Ha, the government would be happy to see him, why would they kill him? Ah, foolish Zhao Yougong, how could Prince Chu have such a useless son, with no brains at all?

In Yao Cheng's mocking gaze, Zhao Yougong had already gotten the answer he wanted. When he laughed, he involuntarily looked to his left front. Yes, there was someone hiding there. If he was to kill, he couldn't let anyone escape, otherwise, his years of effort would be in vain.

Yao Cheng continued to torment Zhao Yougong, each stomp felt like a kick to his heart. Mu Wanqing, who had been strong before, was no longer so. She trembled, trying to come over, but Li Chunxuan grabbed her shoulder.

"Villain, I'm sorry... I said I would protect you... I'm sorry..."

Mu Wanqing's tears fell like rain, each drop stirring ripples in Zhao Yougong's heart.

Zhao Yougong had never been a good person. His heart was as black as ink, ruthless and vicious. For the future, he could sacrifice the sisters of Muxing, he could sacrifice Nian Nuer, but he couldn't bear to part with Ying Ru or Mu Wanqing.

Seeing Mu Wanqing in pain and tears, a gentle and warm smile appeared on Zhao Yougong's lips, "Wan'er, don't cry... this king will be fine..."

"Fine? You fool, my prince, are you in love with that woman? Heh, I never thought the womanizing little prince would have such a passionate side. Good, very good, then I will fulfill your wish!"

With a nod, Yao Cheng turned to Mu Wanqing, and Guo Fang came over to lift Zhao Yougong and press him against the carriage.

Grabbing Mu Wanqing, Yao Cheng turned and smiled. His smile was lecherous and mocking. Opening his mouth, he shouted, "Prince, watch well, see how I play with your woman..."

Mu Wanqing knew exactly what Yao Cheng was going to do, so she clenched her fist and punched at his face. Unfortunately, her punch was weak and powerless, how could she match Yao Cheng?

Holding Mu Wanqing's wrist, Yao Cheng looked directly at the woman in front of him. Getting closer, he could smell the faint fragrance. What a unique woman, she deserved to be his.

Unable to resist, Mu Wanqing's heart was filled with despair. Crystal tears rolled down her cheeks as she gave Zhao Yougong a deep look. Could she never take off this veil in her life? The villain had said it was his, and she had already agreed.

"Villain... I'm waiting for you..."

Since she couldn't escape, she might as well die quickly. Besides, the villain would come back for her soon.

Zhao Yougong had been watching her. Hearing her weak voice, his heart skipped a beat. Was this brave woman going to die? No, it couldn't be.

Closing her beautiful eyes, Mu Wanqing was calm, as if basking in the sacred sunlight. When it was time to die, she no longer felt fear...

"No, Wan'er, don't be foolish..."

Zhao Yougong roared in pain, but he couldn't do anything to stop it, as he was too far away...

Yao Cheng had been laughing, but when he heard Zhao Yougong's roar, he seemed to realize something. His right hand reached out and pinched Mu Wanqing's mouth. As he had suspected, the woman was about to bite her tongue to commit suicide. If he hadn't reacted quickly, she would have succeeded.

"Heh, Wan'er, right? Don't think too much, after big brother has his fun, maybe I'll let you go..."

"Spit" a mouthful of blood splattered on Yao Cheng's face, Mu Wanqing closed her eyes, her face ashen.

The most painful thing in life is wanting to die but not being able to. Why was heaven so unfair to her?

Giving up? Ha, that's good. Yao Cheng's hand slowly reached for the black veil, wanting to see the woman's face. Was she beautiful or ugly?

"Yao Cheng... take your dog's paw away..."

A cold snort, Yao Cheng was slightly stunned, his face filled with anger. Who? Who dared to call him a dog?

Turning around, Yao Cheng's face slowly turned to fear. He stared at the front, his hand trembling.

Who else could it be but Zhao Yougong? His face was cold, his eyes full of intense killing intent. The most terrifying thing was that Guo Fang, who had been watching him, was now lying on the ground, lifeless.

Zhao Yougong had silently killed Guo Fang. What was going on? Turning to Li Chunxuan, he was equally surprised. Although he had been watching Zhao Yougong, he still didn't know how Zhao Yougong had done it. Most importantly, Guo Fang was not an ordinary fighter, how could he have no reaction?

"You... you... how..."

"Ha, Yao Cheng, why ask so many questions? You're all going to die anyway!" Staggering, he took a step toward Yao Cheng, blood still flowing, staining the grass.

Li Chunxuan and Yao Cheng had the same reaction; their scalps felt like they were about to explode. What the hell was going on? Was this the useless Zhao Yougong walking toward them? His face was now firm, exuding a domineering aura.

Changed, in an instant, he had become a different person.

Not feeling Yao Cheng's hand for a long time, Mu Wanqing slowly opened her eyes. Like Yao Cheng, she was also surprised, but she only felt confusion and joy, not fear.

Yao Cheng was very afraid, a fear of the unknown. As Zhao Yougong walked closer, Yao Cheng's face became increasingly pale. "Kill him!"

A roar, Li Chunxuan gritted his teeth and charged forward with his double hooks. He was afraid, but what good would it do? Better to kill Zhao Yougong with one strike.

A cool breeze, the grass and trees swayed. Zhao Yougong stopped, a cold smile on his face. Come on, if you want to kill, do it thoroughly.

His legs slightly apart, his right hand spread, a current of air floated, and the sword lying on the ground began to tremble. With a light hum, the sword leaped into Zhao Yougong's hand.

With the sword in hand, Li Chunxuan had already arrived, his double hooks aiming for Zhao Yougong's neck. Zhao Yougong's eyebrows raised slightly, his left hand pushed upward, and Li Chunxuan felt a force hit his wrist, causing the double hooks to change direction and bounce back.

Sigh, it was the Dragon Seizing Skill. Li Chunxuan's shock was indescribable. How could this useless person know the Dragon Seizing Skill? It was said that the Dragon Seizing Skill was a secret of the Beggar Sect, and even members of the Beggar Sect found it difficult to master. By now, the Dragon Seizing Skill had been lost, so why did Zhao Yougong know such a skill?

The Dragon Seizing Skill, when mastered, could grab objects from the air and snatch weapons from others.

He should have realized it earlier. If not for the Dragon Seizing Skill, how could Zhao Yougong have grabbed the sword from a distance?

Realizing this, it was already too late. The sword pierced through, and Li Chunxuan fell to his knees, smiling foolishly, coughing blood, trying to say something but unable to.

In one move, he had taken Li Chunxuan's life. Why? Yao Cheng was trembling, his face pale.

"It's... the Dragon Seizing Skill... why do you know the Dragon Seizing Skill, why?"

"Knowing is knowing. What can you do about it? Go tell the old man in hell?" Continuing to walk forward, Zhao Yougong's eyes were full of disdain, looking at Yao Cheng as if he were already dead.

Afraid, truly afraid this time, Yao Cheng's left hand flipped and locked Mu Wanqing's neck, "Zhao Yougong, don't come closer, one more step and I'll kill your woman..."

For some reason, Mu Wanqing was not afraid at all. She believed the villain would save her.

"You can kill her, but you will still die. If you let her go, you can die without suffering!"

Zhao Yougong's words were cold and sharp, showing no fear. He was not afraid; would Yao Cheng dare to kill Mu Wanqing? No, he wouldn't. Killing Wan'er would leave him with no leverage.

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