Chapter 2288: Hit him again and he'll die

This scene left the many cultivators present stunned, their mood shifting quickly from initial tension to uncontrollable excitement.

After all, such a battle isn't something you encounter every day; it's simply a tremendous stroke of luck.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the spectacle, each face lit with excitement and anticipation.

However, as time passed, some began to sense that something was off.

After An Sheng Xin was struck by Miao Qianqian's witchcraft, he silently cursed his misfortune.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain surge through his meridians, as if countless tiny needles were piercing his blood vessels.

This stabbing sensation spread like a wave across his body, accompanied by intense numbness, instantly robbing him of control.

An Sheng Xin's hand movement jerked to a halt, and the counterattack he had prepared was interrupted.

Seeing this, Ye Zhangqing and Tianlin naturally wouldn't miss such an excellent opportunity.

They exchanged a glance, tacitly striking together; their forces merged into a powerful shockwave that blasted straight toward An Sheng Xin.

With a loud "bang," An Sheng Xin was hit like a kite with its string cut, flying hard through an arc before crashing heavily to the ground.

"Huh??? It looks like three against one to me."

Someone in the crowd voiced their doubt.

"I think so too; An Shengzi seems to be surrounded by the three heavenly young masters."

Another person echoed.

At first, no one noticed the clue, but now a closer look shows it's clearly An Sheng Xin facing off alone against Miao Qianqian, Tianlin, and Ye Zhangqing's three-on-one assault.

Indeed, at the moment An Sheng Xin was struck down, Tianlin issued an order without hesitation.

"Go, don't give him a chance to catch his breath."

Such an opportunity to beat a dog in the water—Ye Zhangqing and his two companions naturally wouldn't miss it.

They rushed at him like hungry tigers pouncing on prey.

Amid the dust, An Sheng Xin had just struggled to his feet, muttering a curse under his breath.

"Damn it……"

However, before he could finish, a huge fist descended from the sky and cut him off.

This punch was like thunderous force, unstoppable.

An Sheng Xin didn't even have time to react before the punch knocked him hard to the ground.

Immediately after, more fists rained down on him like drops of rain.

Tianlin, Miao Qianqian, and Ye Zhangqing surrounded him, launching a violent storm of attacks.

"You dare……"

An Sheng Xin roared in anger, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the flurry of fists.

"How dare you do this, bullying others to excess……"

His shouting and cursing seemed utterly powerless under the three-on-one assault.

Yet Ye Zhangqing and his two companions had no intention of stopping at all.

Having finally seized this chance, how could they let it go easily? As long as they didn't kill An Sheng Xin, any beating would be justified.

Watching An Sheng Xin beaten helplessly, the Bliss Palace disciples were stunned, never expecting things to escalate this far.

For a moment, everyone stared at each other, unsure what to do.

Someone finally couldn't help muttering quietly.

"Should we go up and rescue the Holy Son?"

That remark was like a stone dropped into a calm lake, sending ripples outward.

Other disciples began to whisper among themselves, discussing heatedly.

An Sheng Xin is their Bliss Palace's first Holy Son, the idol and role model of all disciples.

Yet now, under everyone's gaze, he was beaten to such a sorry state, making the disciples feel both pity and anger.

Logically, as fellow sect brothers, they ought to step forward and help at this time.

But when they saw the Heavenly Family's hostile expressions, half of their courage evaporated instantly.

The Heavenly Family members glared at them menacingly; though silent, their eyes clearly conveyed the message: if you dare to step up, don't blame us for being impolite.

While An Sheng Xin is the Holy Son of Bliss Palace, Tianlin is likewise the young master of the Heavenly Family.

Moreover, this is Thus English: Thus English: Dengtianxiancheng, the Heavenly Family's turf; Tianlin beating people here—who would dare interfere?

The disciples were torn apart, feeling both loyalty to An Sheng Xin and apprehension toward the Heavenly Family.

They constantly weighed the pros and cons in their hearts, yet could never reach a decisive decision.

Many Bliss Palace disciples felt deep inner conflict, worrying about An Sheng Xin's safety while hesitating to intervene in the fierce clash.

Meanwhile, An Sheng Xin's continual wails and roars showed he was clearly suffering immense pain.

At the same time, inside a Heavenly Family grotto, a black-clad old man sat with a bitter expression before Huang Lao and the Heavenly Family patriarch.

This old man's identity is special—he is none other than An Sheng Xin's Protector of the Way.

Generally, people believe that besides the Grand Patriarch, the Second Patriarch is the strongest in Bliss Palace.

However, that's not the case; actually, within Bliss Palace, the second-strongest is precisely this old servant who has always attended the Grand Patriarch.

When the Grand Patriarch's lifespan waned and he could no longer move freely, this old servant became An Sheng Xin's Protector of the Way.

Although he hasn't yet broken through to the realm of Huang Lao and the Heavenly Family patriarch, his strength is only a hair's breadth below theirs.

Ordinarily, he accompanies An Sheng Xin, guarding his safety.

Now, this black-clad old man looked at Huang Lao and the Heavenly Family patriarch, his face showing hesitation as he spoke uncertainly.

"That's enough; hit him any more and you'll kill him."

The old man was also helpless; he and An Sheng Xin had just arrived in Thus English: Thus English: Dengtianxiancheng and hadn't even found their footing when Huang Lao and the Heavenly Family patriarch summoned them.

At first he still didn't get it, but soon, as An Sheng Xin was being beaten up by Ye Zhangqing and two others, he understood.

He wanted to intervene, but couldn't; with Huang Lao and the Heavenly Family's ancestor watching, he simply couldn't intervene, could only watch helplessly as An Sheng Xin was beaten without any ability to fight back.

At this moment, they said resentfully; in response, Huang Lao chuckled and waved his hand.

"Not that serious; no matter how you say it, it's the demeanor of a monster; even missing an arm or a leg is fine—what can mere fists and feet do?"

Huang Lao simply didn't care how An Sheng Xin was; as the words fell, the old man's face turned as black as a pot bottom, and he said.

"Fists and feet? Do you want to take another good look?"

Hearing that, Huang Lao was stunned; then his divine sense swept over, his face also froze—"Holy shit, he drew his sword."

Only see Ye Zhangqing already holding a gold-patterned kitchen knife, while Tianlin still just holding his fists—but Tianlin is a body cultivator, after all, those fists are his strongest weapon.

Miao Qianqian, this woman, is even more ruthless; all we hear is her excitedly saying.

"I'll first put a curse on him to enhance his sense of pain."

Huh???