Chapter 306: Your Attitude Has a Big Problem!
Fen Duancang was smashed a full fifty zhang away by this sword strike. He staggered as he landed, barely managing to steady himself, one hand clutching his chest. His face was deathly pale, and his profound energy was in complete disarray, unable to calm for a long while. After finally catching his breath, he raised his head—and instantly, his eyes split with rage. Because Fen Juecheng, whom he had been guarding behind him, was now held aloft by Yun Che, one hand locked around his throat, hanging in midair with his feet off the ground!
If this had been sixteen months ago, Fen Juecheng could still have barely fought Yun Che. Even if he couldn't win, he wouldn't have been taken down so quickly.
But during this time, Yun Che had swallowed an unimaginable amount of Dragon King blood and Dragon King flesh, and under Yun Canghai's guidance, he had undergone hellish training. Now, Fen Juecheng before Yun Che was as weak as a grasshopper by the roadside. Not to mention resisting—he didn't even qualify to struggle. Yun Che had snatched him up like a chick and held him by the throat with a few moves.
"You... you..." Fen Juecheng's eyes bulged wide, his face twisted in pain, his eyes filled with terror. His hands clawed desperately at Yun Che's palm locked around his throat, but he couldn't muster a single ounce of strength.
"Fen Juecheng, where's your arrogance now?" Yun Che squinted, a cold sneer on his face. "Weren't you just being merciful, letting me enjoy a few more days of freedom? Hah... Guess what? This time, will I be merciful and let you live a few more days, or... will I simply make you die right here?"
As Yun Che finished speaking, his hand suddenly tightened. A sound of unbearable pain escaped Fen Juecheng's throat. His eyeballs bulged outward, and his entire body convulsed weakly under immense agony.
Cang Yue covered her mouth with both hands, her breathing rapid, her beautiful eyes trembling violently. Earlier, when Dongfang Xiu had mentioned that Yun Che's goal might indeed be to take Fen Juecheng hostage, she had felt worry and shock, only hoping he would be unharmed. The best outcome she could imagine was that he would escape safely—she never dared to hope he would succeed... No one present would have thought he could succeed either.
But there, under everyone's watchful eyes, guarded by two thousand Fen Tian Gate disciples and eight Heavenly Xuan masters, Yun Che had single-handedly torn through every line of defense, miraculously crushed Fen Duancang, and seized Fen Juecheng's life in his grasp!
The excitement, joy, lingering fear, and pride in Cang Yue's heart surged like rolling waves, unstoppable. This Yun Che, whom she had met by chance at the New Moon Mystic Palace, this man she had chosen with the rest of her life—once again before her eyes, he had created a miracle that should have been impossible.
Back when she heard that Yun Che had secured first place in the ranking battle, Cang Wanhe was so shocked he could barely accept it. Today, witnessing everything before him firsthand, the shock in his heart was dozens of times greater. He could never have imagined that this young man who had once cured his illness was actually this powerful. Watching him defeat one super-strong expert after another in their eyes, treating the Fen Tian Gate's terrifying lineup as nothing, and capturing Fen Juecheng like this—the shock and awe in his heart were beyond measure. When he looked over at his daughter Cang Yue, these shocks involuntarily turned into joy and relief... Earlier, when Yun Che had held Cang Yue and said those words to her, he had heard them all. This time, Yun Che had descended from the sky for her sake as well! It was enough to show that he had deep feelings for her.
If he was willing to protect her, what more could a father worry about!
Perhaps, relying on his strength, the current crisis threatening the imperial clan might even be alleviated... or even reversed!
"He is not only the most outstanding disciple in the history of the Cangfeng Mystic Palace—he is likely to completely shatter the entire history of the Cang Feng Empire," Dongfang Xiu sighed in admiration.
The faces of everyone from the Fen Tian Gate had changed completely. They had deployed such an exaggerated formation for the wedding procession, largely to awe the world and salvage the face they lost in the ranking battle. Yet, under such an exaggerated formation, a young man had crushed them utterly, taking their Young Sect Master hostage. This was undoubtedly a resounding slap across the faces of every Fen Tian Gate member, an immense humiliation.
"Young... Young Sect Master!"
"How dare you kidnap our Young Sect Master! Let him go immediately!"
The Fen Tian Gate disciples swarmed forward, tightly encircling Yun Che. They shouted loudly, but not a single one dared to advance, because Yun Che was gripping Fen Juecheng's neck. With just a slight increase in pressure, he could take Fen Juecheng's life.
"Yun Che, what do you think you're doing?! Do you want the Fen Tian Gate to be irreconcilable with you till death?!" Fen Duancang suppressed his internal injuries and flew back, roaring in a trembling voice. To have the Young Sect Master taken from under his protection by a young man was a humiliation that made him want to die from shame.
"Heh," Yun Che sneered contemptuously. "As if the Fen Tian Gate and I aren't already irreconcilable. You think I killed Fen Juebi. Your Young Sect Master has been scheming to kill me for over a year. Today, I killed over two hundred of your disciples. The Fen Tian Gate and I have long been enemies. Whether I kill your Young Sect Master or not, you'll still want to kill me. So why shouldn't I kill one more for good measure?"
"You!" Fen Duancang's eyes bulged, his anger flaring. "If you dare to harm even a single hair of his head, I will make sure you die without a place to be buried!"
Yun Che roared with laughter. "Hahahahaha... Oh? Really? You say I don't dare to harm a single hair of his head?" He sneered, and his gaze suddenly turned disdainful. "Tell me, what happens if I move a single hair of his head? You'll make sure I die without a place to be buried?"
As his voice fell, Yun Che swung his hand violently, slamming Fen Juecheng hard onto the ground. Then he stepped on his back with one foot, grabbed a handful of his hair, and yanked fiercely.
"AHHHHH!!!!"
Fen Juecheng let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, and a large clump of hair, along with the bloody scalp, was torn out.
"Juecheng!!"
"Young... Young Sect Master!!"
Fen Juecheng's scream was spine-chilling, and the Fen Tian Gate disciples roared like thunder. Yun Che, however, remained calm, casually tossing the handful of hair aside and said with a grin, "I've moved not just one of his hairs, but many. Come on, make me die without a place to be buried!"
"You... you animal! Bastard! I... I'll kill you!" Fen Moran's face turned blood-red, his chest nearly exploding with rage.
"Oh... and you still dare to curse me, and yell that you want to kill me?" Yun Che shrugged indifferently. "Looks like you still haven't learned how to correct your attitude and be a proper person!"
Yun Che suddenly raised his foot and stomped down without mercy...
"STOP!!"
Fen Duancang's roar did not make Yun Che pause in the slightest. His foot landed heavily on Fen Juecheng's left wrist. A clear cracking sound reached everyone's ears, and an even more piercing scream erupted from Fen Juecheng's mouth, making everyone's hair stand on end.
Yun Che's foot pressed down on the shattered wrist, grinding it a few times as he said unhurriedly, "Come on, keep cursing."
"You... you... you..." Fen Moran shook all over. He pointed at Yun Che, his face twisted, his voice venomous like a demon: "The Fen Tian Gate will make sure you die a miserable death!!"
"Excellent, so obedient!" Yun Che smiled, then grabbed Fen Juecheng's arm and twisted it backward violently.
CRACK!!
Another chilling scream, as if from the depths of hell, drowned out everyone's hearing. Fen Juecheng's right arm was broken clean off, hanging at an extremely twisted angle on his back. Yun Che clapped his hands and said with a grin, "Keep cursing, keep threatening. Let's see how long your Young Sect Master's life can hold out."
"You..."
"Shut up!!" Fen Duancang flew over and shoved Fen Moran back with a slap, cutting off the rest of his words. At this moment, Fen Duancang felt like his lungs and brain were about to explode from rage, but he couldn't release any of that anger... The Yun Che before him was clearly someone who would never yield to force. What kind of figure was Fen Juecheng? In the entire empire, how many dared to provoke him? Yet Yun Che, with a raise of his hand, tore out his hair, destroyed his wrist and arm, without a moment's hesitation or concern, and acted with such ruthless cruelty. If they kept being tough with Yun Che, it would only lead to more torture for Fen Juecheng.
Moreover, Fen Duancang couldn't help but suspect that even if Yun Che killed Fen Juecheng on the spot, he would still have the ability to escape from their encirclement... because that was even easier than capturing someone under heavy protection!
When had the Fen Tian Gate ever been subjected to such coercion and humiliation? But what Yun Che held in his hands was their Young Sect Master! If Fen Juecheng truly died at Yun Che's hands, everyone who came with Fen Juecheng would be in deep trouble. For the Fen Tian Gate, it would be an immense disgrace that could never be washed away.
Fen Duancang took a deep breath and said in as calm a voice as possible, "Yun Che... don't be agitated! Let's talk this over properly... I believe there's no real life-or-death enmity between you and our Young Sect Master. I'm sure you don't truly want to kill him... I swear on my dignity as Fen Duancang: as long as you release our Young Sect Master, we guarantee you safe passage. If you have any conditions, we will try our best to meet them."
As he spoke these words, Fen Duancang's intestines were twisting. He, the Hall Master of the Lihuo Hall of the Fen Tian Gate, was usually looked up to by tens of thousands wherever he went. Yet now he had to set aside all dignity and face, humbly pleading with a junior.
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