Chapter 117: No Reason—I Just Want to Beat You Up! (Request Monthly Votes)

"Hah! Is that so? What an honor indeed!"

Ju Zhengzong’s smile slightly stiffened on his face.

For some reason, just hearing that polite remark, a chill ran down his spine, as if a death star were flickering above his head, ready to strike at any moment.

It must be overthinking—he was in the Snake Qi Eight Families’ stronghold; no matter how bold the other was, he wouldn’t dare assassinate him in front of so many witnesses.

Otherwise, even if he truly were a Dragon King, he’d never escape Japan intact—and such a move would be far too reckless.

Thinking this, Ju Zhengzong’s heart gradually calmed, and his smile remained warm and kind as he turned to Himeari beside him, his expression softening like a doting father’s.

"Himeari, welcome home."

Looking at Ju Zhengzong’s kind smile, Himeari tilted her head, chose not to speak, and instead wrote a few words on the new notebook she’d received that morning, holding it up before him.

[Good morning, Uncle Ju]

"Mm, good morning."

Ju Zhengzong’s smile deepened; he clapped his hands, and several nurses and doctors in white coats stepped forward, bowing slightly to the group, then turned to Himeari with expressions of concern and helplessness.

Yet Himeari remained unmoved, even turning her face away and hiding behind Wu Xian, giving off the unmistakable vibe of a bratty child refusing to get a shot.

"Himeari, be good—go inside with them and wait for me. I’ll come find you to play soon."

Wu Xian glanced at the doctors and nurses, confirmed they were all ordinary humans, then smiled and ruffled Himeari’s hair.

"Okay... Godzilla... come quick, okay?"

Before the stunned and horrified gaze of Ju Zhengzong and the doctors, Himeari first savored the head-ruffle, then softly replied in her still-awkward tone.

And just like last night, her voice triggered no resonance of Dragon Script, nor did it automatically emit the power of [Spirit of Judgment].

Ignoring the others’ astonishment, Wu Xian glanced at Genji Sōsuke beside him.

The latter gave a slight nod, then signaled Yuki Sakura to take Himeari, who turned back every step, toward the Genji Heavy Industries building.

One of its floors housed a dedicated medical room for Himeari’s physical examinations.

Soon, after the doctors and nurses hurried after them, Ju Zhengzong looked at Wu Xian again with a strange expression and sighed:

"I never thought it was all true. When Sōsuke mentioned this to me earlier, I couldn’t believe it—but now that I’ve seen it with my own eyes, I’m still stunned. I apologize for my lack of composure..."

Saying this, Ju Zhengzong bowed deeply to Wu Xian with genuine sincerity: "On behalf of the Snake Qi Eight Families and myself, I thank you."

"Himeari is the family’s treasure, and I’ve always regarded her as my daughter. Thank you for curing her condition, restoring her to normalcy. I am infinitely grateful."

"No need to thank me—and don’t thank me just yet."

Wu Xian looked at the bowing old man, his lips curving upward with unmistakable mockery.

"Because what I’m about to do will probably make you wish I’d drop dead right now."

What?!

Hearing this, Ju Zhengzong’s pupils shrank sharply, a surge of intense unease flooding his heart.

Simultaneously, Genji Sōsuke reacted faster—he lunged and shoved Ju Zhengzong aside the instant Wu Xian spoke, muttering Dragon Script to activate his Spirit.

But just as the gravitational field began to form, an irrevocable will descended upon the area, forcibly suppressing all anomalies.

[Spirit of Discipline]

"Stop! Don’t—"

"Shut up."

Two voices rang out—one panicked, the other cold.

The next second, a crushing force descended like an invisible mountain, pinning Genji Sōsuke and the surrounding bloodlines stripped of their Spirits to the ground, motionless.

At this moment, only two people remained standing.

One was naturally Wu Xian; the other was Ju Zhengzong, whom Wu Xian had deliberately avoided.

"My lord, what are you doing?"

Looking at the prostrate, bent-over figures around him, Ju Zhengzong’s forehead instantly broke into cold sweat.

In fact, after learning last night that Wu Xian might be an unawakened Dragon King, Ju Zhengzong had imagined many scenarios for their meeting—but he never imagined the other would strike outright.

And Genji Sōsuke, the “Emperor,” had offered no resistance at all—simply collapsed.

Moreover, the tone of Wu Xian’s words suggested deep hostility toward him—but why? He couldn’t recall ever wronging him; this was their first meeting ever.

Could it be... this man already knew his plan? That his arrival in Japan and his abduction of Himeari were meant to seize the White King’s power?

Thoughts raced through Ju Zhengzong’s mind as he scrambled for words to calm the other.

But the next instant, his world spun violently, the scenery twisting into a blur of chaotic colors.

Only then did searing pain erupt from the side of his face, accompanied by the sound of cracking bone—he flew over twenty meters like a cannonball.

Boom!

A human-shaped hole appeared instantly in the outer wall of Genji Heavy Industries.

At the same time, Genji Sōsuke, struggling to rise, saw this and his eyes bulged; a heart-wrenching roar tore from his throat.

Immediately, his body surged upward, as if striving to surpass his limits and break free from the crushing force.

But the next second, an even greater force slammed down, turning his resistance into utter absurdity.

"Don’t worry—he won’t die so easily. I haven’t even finished playing yet..."

Wu Xian glanced coldly at Genji Sōsuke with his golden pupils, then extended his palm and grasped toward the human-shaped hole far away.

Instantly, a figure shot out from within, crossing twenty meters in a blink, landing in Wu Xian’s grasp—it was Ju Zhengzong, just thrown.

Though his bloodline rank was low, he was still a bloodline, his physical condition far beyond ordinary humans.

Wu Xian had also used mental force to protect his brain and organs, so no life-threatening injuries occurred—only a terrifying appearance.

Of course, even if he’d been mortally wounded, it wouldn’t matter—wasn’t there the Double Hands technique? Plenty of time left to play.

"Ugh..."

At this moment, half of Ju Zhengzong’s aged face swelled high, bruised purple; feeling the crushing pressure on his neck, he forced his eyes open through slits, gasping: "Why...?"

Boom——————!!!!

With a deafening crash, Wu Xian gripped his throat and smashed him into the ground like a sledgehammer, carving a deep crater; the earth within a hundred meters trembled.

"Why? Why so many whys? I just want to beat you up—do I need a reason?!"

As he spoke, Wu Xian’s grin grew monstrous; he raised his left fist and slammed it down hard on Ju Zhengzong’s head.

Thud————!!

"Do you know how long I’ve waited for this day?!"

Thud————!!

"Do you know how disgusting your smile just now was?!"

Thud————!!

"You call Himeari your daughter? You’re not even worthy!"

Thud————!!

"Die, you bastard!!"

Thud——————————!!!!!

(End of Chapter)