Chapter 118: Double the Lashing

As the voice of Mo Yutang faded, Su Yizhao’s figure suddenly vanished. When he reappeared, he was only ten feet away from Mo Yutang.

Mo Yutang’s expression shifted slightly, and he threw a punch.

"Whoosh!"

The fist arrived in an instant, passing straight through Su Yizhao’s chest.

"Is that all you’ve got?"

"You dare to initiate an attack?"

"Are you just here to throw your life away?"

Suddenly, someone screamed in shock, "It’s an afterimage!"

Indeed, the shadow shattered under the force of the punch!

"Smack!"

Su Yizhao landed a slap on the back of Mo Yutang’s head. Caught off guard, Mo Yutang stumbled forward.

"Smack! Smack!"

Su Yizhao followed up with two more slaps to his face. Mo Yutang’s jade-like, handsome cheeks instantly swelled up and turned red.

The entire exchange, from the moment Su Yizhao moved to this point, had occurred in the span of a single breath. The surrounding murmurs ceased abruptly.

Shock! Confusion!

Was this a duel of sorcery? It looked more like an elder punishing a child!

Recovering his senses, Mo Yutang shrieked, "How dare you strike my face...!"

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

Su Yizhao landed three more slaps. He couldn't help it; since mastering the laws of space, he had imbued his physical movements with these mystical arts, making his speed overwhelming. Mo Yutang, only at the peak of the Seven-God Realm, simply could not track his movements.

"He... he’s grown stronger again!" Lang Fengchun exclaimed, his face full of awe.

Zeng Ziping stared blankly, "He’s grown significantly stronger!"

"How dare you strike my face again...!"

"Smack! Smack!"

Mo Yutang no longer resembled his handsome self; with a head swollen like a pig’s, he continued to shriek. Su Yizhao’s figure remained elusive and phantom-like.

How boring!

Feeling that he was bullying him too much, Su Yizhao flashed away and stood in the first position to the left of Lang Fengchun.

Mo Yutang finally caught his breath. With bloodshot eyes, he glared at him and hissed, "Don't think that being in the Void Realm makes you something special. I am about to advance to the Void Realm myself, and then I will slaughter your entire family!"

Su Yizhao’s expression darkened. "Swish!" A flash of sword light appeared.

"Pfft!"

If you can't win, keep your mouth shut!

He despised those who couldn't recognize reality and used their status to bully others—especially pampered, sore-losing monsters!

A trickle of blood slowly seeped from Mo Yutang’s right chest.

The entire Vast City fell into dead silence!

Millions of cultivators wore bizarre expressions. The fourth-ranked fighter on the continent, severely wounded in an instant? How much nerve did that young man have? More importantly, just how strong was he? They were both at the peak of the Seven-God Realm, so why was the gap so vast?

Mo Yutang raised a hand to touch his chest, his face deathly pale. Clearly, had that sword passed through his left chest into his heart, he would have lost his life.

The opponent’s strength was overwhelming!

But that was no excuse for causing injury! And certainly no excuse for slapping his face! The Mo family would never let him get away with this!

"You are courting death!"

At that moment, another cultivator instantly appeared before Mo Yutang and struck out at Su Yizhao from a distance.

"A Mo family expert has arrived!"

"To dare humiliate a member of the Mo family in the streets—retribution has come!"

Su Yizhao’s mind tightened! Before the palm even arrived, the void began to warp! Such immense power! He didn't hesitate, instantly summoning nine flying swords.

As the palm descended toward his head, the millions of cultivators below held their breath, eyes fixed on him. Would he be reduced to ashes in an instant?

Just then, ten thousand rays of sword light erupted, moving faster than the palm and piercing directly into it.

"Clang, clang, clang...!"

The palm felt as solid as steel. In an instant, the ringing sound ceased; the sword light vanished, and the hand disappeared.

The newcomer did not strike again. Su Yizhao stood tall, staring him down.

The man was a youth, not very old, but his strength was undoubtedly formidable! That burst of sword light had consumed a third of his mysterious energy. This person was truly powerful! But he was fearless! He felt no dread! If it came to a fight to the death, he might die, but the youth before him would certainly not fare well either.

"So, it is the perfected 'Universe Sword Technique,'" the youth said, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes. He suddenly shouted, "But you must still die!"

As soon as the words left his lips, he prepared to strike!

Suddenly, a voice echoed from high above: "He won't die!"

A figure descended from the sky and stood in front of Su Yizhao. Su Yizhao was momentarily stunned.

"He Zheng-hao, are you going to stop me?" A murderous glint flashed across the youth’s face.

He Zheng-hao nodded. "I must stop you!"

The youth roared, "We are both elite disciples; do you really think you can stop me?"

The millions of cultivators below realized what was happening, and a wave of murmurs erupted. Elite disciples! These two were actually elite disciples of the Profound Heaven Sect! It was well known that elite disciples of the Profound Heaven Sect usually buried themselves in cultivation and rarely walked the mortal world—unless a major event occurred. And in this land, where the Profound Heaven Sect was supreme, what could be considered a major event?

Su Yizhao remained calm. Were elite disciples of the Profound Heaven Sect really like this? Their strength was indeed great, but if they couldn't distinguish right from wrong, the stronger they were, the greater the scourge! He hesitated—if he joined the Profound Heaven Sect, he would have to associate with people like this. Was it really the right path?

He Zheng-hao, still standing before him, nodded again. "I may not be able to stop you, but I will fight to the death to try!"

Su Yizhao was completely confused. He scanned the man with his spiritual sense and confirmed he did not know him. Meanwhile, Lang Fengchun and Zeng Ziping stood by with unchanged expressions, as if this were only natural.

The youth grew agitated and demanded, "He humiliated my own brother, wounded the third-ranked fighter on the Heaven Ranking, and insulted an elite disciple chosen by our Profound Heaven Sect. Does he not deserve to die?"

He Zheng-hao smiled. "Then, do you recognize who he is?"

Hearing this, the youth’s eyes narrowed as he focused on Suizhao. Su Yizhao met his gaze.

In Vast City, the millions of cultivators fell silent once again. Who was he? Could he have some hidden background? Yet, among the most monstrous talents of this generation across the entire continent, there was no such person!

Sure enough, the youth shook his head and barked, "Step aside! You may be able to stop me, but can you stop the Mo family?"

Below, whispers spread. The Mo family was one of the eight great families of Vast City. Their heritage was truly profound! Deeper than any outsider could imagine. Moreover, within the Profound Heaven Sect, there were many members of the Mo family—some were elite disciples, and some were even elders!

He Zheng-hao shook his head. "Mo Yubing, have you really not recognized him?"

Mo Yubing did not answer immediately. He wiped his right hand, and a small black blade flew out. The void surrounding the blade was instantly sliced into fragments. It had such power even before being fueled by mysterious energy.

Su Yizhao’s eyes narrowed. A Void Treasure! This was definitely a nourished Void Treasure!

Mo Yubing said coldly, "Whoever he is, my Mo family can handle it!"

That was no empty boast! Even if he had killed the heavens themselves, the Mo family could handle it!

Upon seeing the black blade, He Zheng-hao’s expression changed. He hurriedly said, "He is...!"

"The Brothel Swordsman!"

A cry of shock came from below! Clearly, some cultivators had already noticed the position where he stood. It was the first position, to the left of Lang Fengchun! In the entire continent, who else dared to stand in that spot?

One shout stirred a thousand waves! Instantly, the enthusiasm of the millions of cultivators soared!

"The Brothel Swordsman!"

"The cheap Brothel Swordsman!"

"Truly a sharp sword!"

"Very cheap indeed!"

...

When Mo Yubing heard this and looked at the position he was standing in, he couldn't help but frown. Killing the Brothel Swordsman was one thing, but killing the first-ranked fighter on the Heaven Ranking? That probably wouldn't fly! Even if the Mo family could handle it, was it really necessary?

"Big brother, let's not kill the first-ranked on the Heaven Ranking," Mo Yutang whispered.

The crowd breathed a sigh of relief; Mo Yutang at least understood the bigger picture.

"However, I must slap him twice as many times as he slapped me!"