Chapter 83: Dad, stop fighting! You're no match for him!

"Go die, old man!"

Huang Lao Xie wore a ferociously stern face and let out another violent shout from his mouth.

After their palms clashed with a boom, the overpowering qi surge sent both flying backward along the shore.

Standing firmly on a reef, Huang Lao Xie's stern face cold, he flicked a finger; a soft "hiss" sounded, and a thin force shot straight at Niu Dingtian ahead.

"Heh~"

"You, Huang Lao Xie, are no different!"

Niu Dingtian stepped on the waves, let out a scoffing laugh, directly not yielding, and retorted.

Seeing the incoming finger force, he neither dodged nor evaded, used no technique, just raised his hand and unleashed a plain palm; though ordinary, its palm force was unmatched, crudely and brutally slamming horizontally against that finger force.

After the qi forces met, the finger force dissipated with a boom, while the palm force continued its fierce charge toward Huang Lao Xie on the reef.

After their earlier exchange of blows from afar, Huang Lao Xie's stern face regained its calm, leaving only a cold gaze fixed on Niu Dingtian's figure.

Huang Lao Xie wore a cold, stern look and did not reply.

"These don't matter; I say, those who rashly intrude on Peach Blossom Island either die or are crippled!"

After that palm strike, Niu Dingtian leapt up, found a reef and sprang onto it, standing face-to-face with Huang Lao Xie half a zhang away.

"You shouldn't have learned my martial arts!"

"Hiss!"

After a scoffing laugh, Niu Dingtian's expression turned cold, he narrowed his eyes, and said with a heh-heh cold laugh:

After just seeing Huang Rong's figure, his suddenly risen anger had somewhat dissipated, but whenever he thought of Miss Huang's reaction today, his heart still felt a twinge of jealousy.

As expected, as soon as his words fell, that previously calm stern face turned icy again; he cast a cold glance and then spoke in a chilling voice:

But despite such face-to-face praise, Niu Dingtian did not lower his guard, for the feeling Huang Lao Xie gave him was that of a outright lunatic!

"Hmph! You're courting death!"

At this moment, Miss Huang no longer harbored resentment or rejection toward her father; after witnessing that brat's terrifying power, during their fight she felt only worry and anxiety for him.

"And you shouldn't have deceived my Rong'er!"

The red light in his eyes had faded; hearing the insulting words, Huang Lao Xie narrowed his cold gaze and let out a cold snort.

"Your martial arts are not bad."

"You promised me you wouldn't fight my father!"

"Oh? Does Island Master Huang know what became of the person who told me that?"

"You shouldn't humiliate my old self's disciple!"

"Hey! You with the surname Niu!"

Just as the two were showing off in midair, Miss Huang behind finally caught up to the shore; she didn't even bother with her wind‑tousled white clothes and disheveled hair, she cupped her hands to her mouth and shouted anxiously toward Huang Lao Xie on the distant reef:

"You shouldn't humiliate my old self!"

Immediately he gathered power in his left hand and flicked— a soft "hiss"— then did the same with his right hand, another "hiss"; two finger‑shots pierced the air, front and back, carrying a fierce momentum to meet the incoming palm force.

"Father! Come back quickly!"

"Your precious daughter is very worried about you."

Huang Lao Xie heard this, his expression unchanged, his face blank; after sweeping his gaze, he coldly said.

But the sea wind was too fierce, the waves too loud; her clear cries had not even traveled halfway before being drowned in the churning sea.

Niu Dingtian suddenly withdrew the anger from his face and softly said to Huang Lao Xie ahead.

"It's actually a bit of a pity."

He acts rather strangely, his temperament even more wild and unruly; once he has set his mind on something, naturally he won't sway his opinion over a few words.

The sea wind howled, blowing nonstop, causing their clothes to flutter in the breeze with a rustling sound.

The instant the two forces met, the sea surface exploded with a boom; the outward‑blasting strong surge flattened the churning waves below in an instant.

Seeing her father ignore her, Miss Huang's pretty face filled with worry; she stamped her foot in agitation, then raised her hand to her mouth and called out coquettishly to Niu Dingtian elsewhere:

Even with his keen senses, Niu Dingtian could hardly hear the shore amid such raging wind and waves, yet the corner of his eyes had already caught the graceful figure on the bank.

After venting, his violent emotions began to subside; at Niu Dingtian's age, to be his equal in combat naturally earns a word of praise from Huang Lao Xie.

"If you hurt my father, I won't let you off! I won't let you off!"

The temper of anyone surnamed Niu is naturally bad; hearing that, he flared up with anger.

After a while, he slowly spoke, but then added with a hint of regret:

After hearing the successive questions, Niu Dingtian's eyes narrowed slightly and he remained silent.

"Rong'er begs you, stop fighting him!"

"Really, giving you face?"

He is naturally aloof and reticent; being able to exchange a few more words with Niu Dingtian now is already out of respect for his strength.

What was said before is indeed correct and indisputable, but how did this deceiving of your daughter come about? After pondering, he shifted the topic to probe:

"\"Island Master Huang, don't you want to hear what I'm doing on this island? \""

But facing Huang Lao Xie, it's different; not mentioning his daughter is somewhat better, yet upon hearing Niu Dingtian bring up his daughter, a nameless fury flared up again.

Recalling the scene he saw in the courtyard tonight, a chill rose throughout his body; he then gathered internal power in his hands and spoke in a cold tone:

"\"What business is it of yours how my daughter is, you brat! \""

"\"Since you've barged into Peach Blossom Island, tonight I'll let you choose whether to die or be crippled! \""

Seeing Huang Lao Xie seemingly having another nervous episode, Niu Dingtian silently gathered his inner power, wary, and said in a cold tone:

"\"So that Island Master Huang today also knows, the last time someone said this to me was that Northern Beggar surnamed Hong! Now, humph, I've long since had that old beggar crippled by me! \""

"\"You say you crippled the old beggar? \""

Huang Lao Xie, upon hearing this, stalled the motion in his hand; after reacting, his clear eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Niu Dingtian opposite and asked in a deep voice:

"You crippled the Northern Beggar Hong Qigong?"

He had lived on Peach Blossom Island for many years, and since swearing not to leave the island until he comprehended the upper volume of the Nine Yin, he paid little attention to outside affairs; if someone told him about this, he would likely not believe it.

The Five Top Martial Arts of the World are each top-tier figures in the martial world; Wang Chongyang is dead, and the four of the east, south, west, and north are honored as supreme; back then the four fought, and the final result was merely indecisive. Even he, the Eastern Heretic Huang Yaoshi, believes himself incapable of abolishing the martial arts of any one of the other three.

But today, after personally witnessing Niu Dingtian's martial arts, his heart already half-believed it; as for the remaining half of doubt, it stems from his own strength—tonight, after fighting to this point, he has not seen the opponent gain any advantage over him.

Niu Dingtian couldn't tell what Huang Lao Xie was thinking at this moment, but hearing this tone, he felt displeased and immediately spoke with a cold smile:

"How come? You let Hong Qigong try to cripple me, Niu Dingtian, but you won't let me cripple him, Hong Qigong?"

He paused, glanced at Huang Lao Xie, then continued to speak mockingly:

"Could it be that all of you Five Top Martial Arts of the World are such domineering figures? He, Hong Qigong, wanted to cripple me back then, and you, Huang Lao Xie, also want to cripple me today!"

"Or are you waiting for the day I meet the Southern Emperor and the Western Poison, so they can take turns cripple me?"

Hearing Niu Dingtian's tone not sounding feigned, and suddenly recalling his daughter's instructions when she came, Huang Lao Xie's heart sank involuntarily.

This kid's martial arts have reached such a level that there seems no need to gild the lily by boasting about it to his face.

Recalling the Mount Hua sword contest of years past and the friendships among those few, he suddenly didn't know what feeling filled his heart.

If one were to say how close their relationship is, it's not entirely so; over the years they have been vying for the title of number one under heaven.

If one were to say their relationship isn't that good, after years of contention they still retain some mutual admiration.

Such a figure, yet his martial arts were crippled by this young man before him.

After regaining his composure, Huang Lao Xie spoke in a deep voice:

"Do you know that Hong Qigong has always"

"Pah!"

Niu Dingtian directly cut him off harshly:

"I despise nothing more than your foul-mouthed faces!"

Then, not knowing what he thought of, he flared with anger, narrowed his eyes, and coldly retorted:

"You lot, sitting high and mighty for so long, treat those you can beat as mutual admirers, and those you can't beat as mere ants!"

"Hong Qigong is gluttonous and greedy, can't control his own beggars, yet dares to cripple me! Being crippled by me is what he deserves!"

"You, Huang Lao Xie, are no better! You casually discard your own good disciples!"

"But count yourself lucky! If you ever meet a disciple like me, who knows who will end up crippled whom!"

This is truly the epitome of a wayward disciple.

"Kid, you're courting death!"

Upon hearing the end, Huang Lao Xie seemed to have touched his reverse scale, let out a furious roar, and launched himself straight at Niu Dingtian at great speed.

"Huang Lao Xie! I've tolerated you for far too long!"

Niu Dingtian showed no mercy with his mouth, opening it to spew forth a tirade:

"If it weren't for your daughter's face tonight, would I be here wasting words with you? My time is extremely precious!"

After the retort, he did not rise, but frantically circulated his inner power, standing firmly on that reef.

Huang Lao Xie's entire body exuded a matchless, fierce aura; in an instant he had already reached Niu Dingtian's front, while Niu Dingtian stood on the reef, his aura unfurled, unmoving like a mountain,

When that palm strike came straight at his face, he gathered his energy at his wrist and deflected it with a horizontal push; Huang Lao Xie's strike missed, he flipped and leapt, then sent another palm toward his side.

Niu Dingtian gathered his energy at his arm, raised his arm to block steadily; Huang Lao Xie missed again, flipped and leapt, his form flashing behind to strike with a raised palm. For a moment, Huang Lao Xie became a blur, flickering front and back, left and right, endlessly shifting, his attacks unceasing.

After exchanging a hundred moves, Huang Lao Xie's attacking momentum gradually waned; Niu Dingtian seized the opportunity, thrust a powerful palm forward, then leapt into the air, his arms whirling wildly as he unleashed full force against Huang Lao Xie, pressing him back all the way to the shore in a relentless lateral push.

Niu Dingtian's Nine Yang Divine Skill operated at full throttle, his aura unmatched, fierce and overpowering, pressing Huang Lao Xie to block and retreat, unable to withstand; after just a few breaths, the two had already fought their way onto the seashore.

Huang's daughter, who had been anxiously waiting on the shore for a long time, saw that although they had returned airborne, they were still fighting fiercely; she immediately rushed over and shouted loudly at Huang Lao Xie:

"Father, stop quickly!"

Seeing Niu Dingtian's imposing aura and her father being driven back repeatedly, she hurried after him, anxiously shouting:

"You, surnamed Niu, stop quickly!"

"You're not allowed to hit my father!"

But the exchange between them, each move and style carrying wind and force, immensely strong, made it hard for her to get close despite several attempts.

Niu Dingtian had already flared with anger; having built up power earlier, his aura now blazed like a rainbow, unwilling to yield easily, he ignored the daughter's pleas and, after unfolding his technique, continued to push forward with full force.

After a hundred moves, Huang Lao Xie was already at a disadvantage, feeling increasingly stifled in his heart; upon hearing his daughter's distant shout, his fragile mindset shattered: When have I, Huang Lao Xie, ever needed my daughter to protect me?

He immediately thrust out a powerful horizontal palm to block; after flashing to the side, his inner power surged wildly as he swung both palms with tremendous force, slamming straight at Niu Dingtian.

Seeing Huang Lao Xie exerting his full strength, Niu Dingtian resolutely activated his Nine Yang Divine Skill to meet the two incoming palms head-on.

After the four palms met, a tremendous, matchless surge of energy burst into each of their bodies, then radiated outward in all directions.

After several breaths of palm contact, Niu Dingtian's inner skill surged again with a thunderous burst; Huang Lao Xie, caught off guard, heard only a "puff" before his whole body flew backward.

Seeing her father injured, Huang's daughter's heart fell into disarray; she glared fiercely at Niu Dingtian and then shouted loudly with a crying tone:

"You, surnamed Niu! This miss isn't done with you! You—you must not strike again!"

"Father, hurry up and stop—you can't beat him!"

The fallen Huang Lao Xie, if he hadn't heard those words it would have been fine, but upon hearing them he instantly felt a surge of shame and annoyance; being naturally arrogant, he could not tolerate such slight, so he steeled himself, endured the pain within, gathered his inner power, and lunged at Niu Dingtian once more.

Seeing Huang Lao Xie still wanting to fight, Niu Dingtian felt annoyed, then gathered his palm strength and flew forward to strike Huang Lao Xie again.

But as Huang Lao Xie leapt into the air and reached mid‑air, his internal breath suddenly went chaotic, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and finally his severely wounded body fell straight to the ground.

Seeing this, Niu Dingtian hastily tried to withdraw his palm, but the strike had been too swift and fierce; in his panic he could only pull back halfway.

The palm force was like wind, the palm strike fierce, and it was about to land on Huang Lao Xie's body.

"Father!"

After a startled cry, Huang's daughter didn't think twice, she flashed forward with a leap and placed herself directly in front of him.

"Puff~"

Niu Dingtian only felt that this palm seemed to have struck a ball of cotton, and then saw Miss Huang in front of him spit out fresh blood, which splattered straight onto his face.

Rong'er!!!

Huang Lao Xie suddenly saw this scene, and was dumbstruck.

Kid! This old man will kill you!

After he reacted, his eyes turned blood-red, the corners of his eyes about to split, he struggled to rise and was about to swing his palm at Niu Dingtian.

Daddy Daddy Daddy

Miss Huang's pretty face was deathly pale, she spoke weakly, but her small hand still clung tightly to Huang Lao Xie's clothes.

Rong'er! Rong'er!

Huang Lao Xie hurriedly squatted down, after calling out repeatedly, he gently held his daughter in his arms.

Immediately after, he somewhat hastily took out a porcelain bottle, poured out two pills, and carefully stuffed them into his daughter's mouth.

Daddy Daddy Daddy don't hit.

After a few breaths, Miss Huang finally woke up, with difficulty opened her eyes, turned her wandering gaze toward Niu Dingtian, and muttered vaguely:

Your surname is Niu.

This miss doesn't have... doesn't have...

Before she could finish speaking, she fainted again.

(End of chapter)