# Chapter 570: Bu Qianfan?
Three-Blade Half-Saint frowned slightly, feeling that he had miscalculated.
Zhu Hongtao was notoriously overbearing and unreasonable, and his strength was clearly displayed. Three-Blade Half-Saint naturally did not dare to clash head-on with him, so he could only take a step back.
Three-Blade Half-Saint cupped his hands slightly, forcing a smile that did not reach his eyes, and said, "I wouldn't dare. How would Three-Blade dare to snatch a bride in front of Saint Hongtao? However... this is perfectly normal. Does it mean that only Zhang Ruochen can come to the Chen Clan to propose, while we, the Xu Holy Clan, are not allowed to... you... what are you doing..."
Zhu Hongtao did not want to listen to Three-Blade Half-Saint's nonsense. Growing impatient, he stretched out a palm as large as a winnowing fan and grabbed toward Three-Blade Half-Saint.
Three-Blade Half-Saint's expression changed, and he immediately retreated, trying to dodge.
However, the palm Zhu Hongtao extended contained great mystery, like a five-fingered demonic hand that became vast and boundless. No matter how Three-Blade Half-Saint dodged, he was ultimately seized by Zhu Hongtao.
Zhu Hongtao grabbed Three-Blade Half-Saint by the collar, lifting him up like a chick.
Three-Blade Half-Saint felt the power within his body vanish completely in an instant, leaving him utterly unable to resist.
Zhu Hongtao widened his fist-sized eyes, revealing a fierce expression. He lifted Three-Blade Half-Saint to his face and roared, "Don't you know that my little junior brother is already engaged to that girl? You dare to snatch the bride? Who gave you the guts? Do you believe I'll tear you in half right now?"
Zhu Hongtao's sound waves spread out layer upon layer, carrying an incredibly powerful force that surged into Three-Blade Half-Saint's ears.
Three-Blade Half-Saint's eardrums ached, his vision darkened, and he nearly fainted from the roar.
"I didn't expect Zhu Hongtao's cultivation to be so terrifying."
Three-Blade Half-Saint's expression changed, and he calculated inwardly that even if the strongest expert of the Xu Holy Clan arrived, he probably would not be a match for him.
Zhu Hongtao was too savage, completely unreasonable.
Most importantly, his cultivation was frighteningly high.
Seeing Zhu Hongtao's ferocious gaze, Three-Blade Half-Saint felt that in the next moment, he would be torn apart by Zhu Hongtao's hands. His face turned somewhat pale.
Zhu Hongtao said coldly, "Do you submit?"
Three-Blade Half-Saint clenched his teeth and refused to yield.
As a half-saint of a saintly clan, how could he utter the word "submit" so easily?
Three-Blade Half-Saint looked toward Chen Ji in the distance, casting a pleading gaze.
His eyes seemed to say, "This is the Chen Clan. Shouldn't your people do something about this?"
Chen Ji, however, pretended to be old and dim-sighted, staring fixedly at the ground as if counting the grains of sand, completely oblivious to Three-Blade Half-Saint's pleading look.
The other three saintly clans each had a half-saint as a representative, coming to propose marriage.
But seeing Three-Blade Half-Saint's miserable state, not one dared to step forward to help or dissuade.
Are you kidding? That was Xuanji Sword Saint's second disciple, Zhu Hongtao. Even if all four half-saints of the four saintly clans joined forces and attacked together, they would not be enough for him to play with one hand.
"Slap!"
Zhu Hongtao slapped him across the face, striking Three-Blade Half-Saint, and asked again, "Do you submit?"
Three-Blade Half-Saint's hair crown was knocked flying, falling to the ground with a thud.
His left cheek was completely swollen, with bright red blood streaks appearing at the corners of his eyes and mouth. But his gaze remained sharp, refusing to yield under Zhu Hongtao's overwhelming power.
This was too infuriating. After all, he was a renowned half-saint, a figure of status and reputation, yet he was being slapped in public.
What remained of his half-saint dignity?
What face did he have left?
How could he hold his head up in the future?
Zhu Hongtao's brutal methods were more unbearable than death itself.
Three-Blade Half-Saint clenched his teeth, condensing a ball of scorching flame in his Qi Sea.
Threads of flame surged out from his pores, covering his entire body. At the same time, a powerful saintly force erupted from Three-Blade Half-Saint, and two waves of mountain-toppling, sea-overturning power surged toward his arms.
Three-Blade Half-Saint was furious, saying, "Zhu Hongtao, you dare to humiliate me... ah..."
"Slap!"
Zhu Hongtao backhanded him again, striking Three-Blade Half-Saint's right cheek.
His five fingers were like five iron pillars, containing powerful saintly force, sending the flames erupting from Three-Blade Half-Saint's body surging back inward.
The power Three-Blade Half-Saint had painstakingly gathered dissipated in an instant. Both sides of his face were swollen, purple and red, with blood even flowing from his nostrils.
"Do you submit?" Zhu Hongtao roared.
Seeing that Three-Blade Half-Saint remained stubborn, Zhu Hongtao slapped him again, causing his face to deform slightly and cave inward.
Two bloody teeth rolled out of his mouth.
"Slap!"
"Slap!"
...
Zhu Hongtao struck with great force, asking "Do you submit?" with every slap.
The onlookers felt their own faces ache just from watching.
Every time Zhu Hongtao slapped down, the crowd's faces twitched.
The half-saint of the Xi Holy Clan, known as Qingxi Half-Saint, was a woman who appeared to be around thirty years old.
Qingxi Half-Saint could not bear to watch any longer and wanted to persuade Zhu Hongtao.
But the moment she took a step forward, Zhu Hongtao raised his head and glared at her, saying coldly, "What? Does the Xi Holy Clan also want to snatch a bride?"
Qingxi Half-Saint's heart trembled. Seeing Three-Blade Half-Saint's miserable state, she ultimately stopped in her tracks.
With just a single glance, Zhu Hongtao had intimidated Qingxi Half-Saint back.
The half-saints of the other two saintly clans exchanged glances and involuntarily retreated with their people.
Too brutal!
Zhu Hongtao was actually beating a half-saint to the ground, and no one dared to step forward to stop him.
Chang Qiqi and Si Xingkong felt immensely satisfied.
Chang Qiqi said, "Second Senior Brother is truly incredible. The half-saint of the Xu Holy Clan has no power to resist before him. Isn't he afraid of retaliation from the Xu Holy Clan? That's a... half-saint!"
Si Xingkong laughed, "With cultivation reaching Second Senior Brother's level, why would he fear a declining saintly clan?"
In truth, the most shocked person was Zhang Ruochen.
Zhu Hongtao's actions completely overturned Zhang Ruochen's understanding of saints. In both his past and present lives, this was the first time he had seen such a savage saint.
When he remembered that Zhu Hongtao was not human, he immediately felt relieved.
A savage beast's way of doing things was to fight until submission.
There was a saying, "A scholar may be killed but not humiliated," let alone Xu Sandao, a widely renowned half-saint.
What must Xu Sandao be feeling right now?
"Do you submit?"
Zhu Hongtao raised his arm, ready to strike again.
Three-Blade Half-Saint raised a bloody hand and said weakly, "I... I submit..."
"Finally submitted!"
Zhu Hongtao released Three-Blade Half-Saint, rubbing his somewhat sore palm, and said, "Since you've submitted, get up quickly, take your people, and get the hell out of here. My little junior brother is getting married, and someone actually dares to snatch the bride. You must have eaten a bear's heart and leopard's gall."
Three-Blade Half-Saint climbed up from the ground, his head swollen like a pig's head, and said somewhat aggrievedly, "Misunderstanding... it's a misunderstanding... we didn't come to snatch the bride, only to propose."
Zhu Hongtao said, "Isn't it the same? My little junior brother and the Huang girl have long been engaged. Coming to propose to her is no different from snatching the bride."
A young man from the Xu Holy Clan stepped forward, looking at Zhu Hongtao with some fear. He said cautiously, "Reporting to Senior Hongtao, the young lady I admire is Miss Chen Lingchan of the Chen Clan, not Zhang Ruochen's fiancée, Huang Yanchen."
"Is that so?"
"Exactly."
Zhu Hongtao was stunned for a moment, glanced at Three-Blade Half-Saint, and said, "So it was a misunderstanding? Why didn't you say so earlier? Look at you... come, come, let me see how badly you're hurt?"
Three-Blade Half-Saint quickly moved away from Zhu Hongtao, glaring at him fiercely. He was filled with hatred and cursed inwardly, "Did you give me a chance to speak?"
Although the four saintly clans had large families, they did not dare to cause trouble at the Chen Clan.
The reason they came to the Chen Clan to propose was more because the four saintly clans genuinely wanted to form marriage alliances with the Chen Clan.
Of course, if they could take the opportunity to warn Zhang Ruochen and suppress him, that would be even better.
What Three-Blade Half-Saint had not expected was that the proud son of the Xu Holy Clan he had brought had not even begun to suppress Zhang Ruochen before he himself was beaten up by Zhu Hongtao.
"Excellent, wonderful. Since the four saintly clans are not here to snatch the bride, I, however, deeply admire Miss Yanchen. Even knowing that Miss Yanchen is already engaged, I still cannot help but want to compete with Brother Zhang."
A handsome young man in white soft armor stepped out from the crowd.
Holding a jade-leaf fan, he wore a smile and walked straight toward Huang Yanchen.
This young man appeared to be in his twenties, with azure-green sword-like eyebrows, deep eyes, and a high nose bridge, looking extraordinarily handsome.
Although his face carried a frivolous smile, it could not conceal the intense blood aura, killing intent, and battle spirit emanating from him, like an iron-blooded soldier just stepping off the battlefield.
"Who is this person? How dare he be so bold as to snatch the bride? Didn't he see how miserably Three-Blade Half-Saint was beaten?"
"He looks familiar, like I've seen him somewhere."
Zhang Ruochen looked at the young man, a hint of doubt appearing in his eyes. With a flash of his figure, he took six steps in succession and stood before Huang Yanchen, saying, "Bu Qianfan, the person you're looking for is me. Why drag Senior Sister Yanchen into this?"
This young man was one of the six kings of the younger generation in the Eastern Domain, Bu Qianfan.
Because of Orange Moon Star Envoy, Zhang Ruochen had dealt with Bu Qianfan once and had a good understanding of his character.
Zhang Ruochen sent a strand of sound waves into Bu Qianfan's ear, saying, "The matter of Orange Moon Star Envoy is not as the outside rumors claim. Today, you'd better not cause trouble. I'll find a time to explain it to you clearly."
Zhang Ruochen did not dislike Bu Qianfan; in fact, he admired him quite a bit. Bu Qianfan knew that Orange Moon Star Envoy was Di Yi's woman, yet he still loved her. Such a devoted and deep, albeit somewhat foolish, person was truly rare.
It was for this reason that Zhang Ruochen did not want to be his enemy.
Hearing Zhang Ruochen's transmission, a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Bu Qianfan's mouth, and he also transmitted back, "Zhang Ruochen, do you think I'll believe you? You took my woman, so don't blame me for taking yours."
Seeing the smile at the corner of Bu Qianfan's mouth, Zhang Ruochen suddenly felt a strange sensation.
Bu Qianfan should not have such a smile, but the smile on his face was really familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
Where exactly?
Bu Qianfan stared intently at Huang Yanchen, appearing deeply affectionate, and said passionately, "Brother Zhang, everyone has a love for beauty. To be honest, I fell for Miss Yanchen at first sight, unable to extricate myself. Today, even knowing it's like a moth flying into a flame, I still must compete with you. I will never allow the woman I love to marry another."