Chapter 666: A Pity

These six men were like six sharp blades; as long as Xu Baoshan gave the order, they could mince Chen Yu into pieces.

"Xiao Yu..." Zhang Hu's face was somewhat pale. The aura emanating from these six people was too strong, and fine beads of sweat had already seeped onto his forehead.

Chen Yu waved his hand to signal that it was fine, then leaned over to pick up the check from the ground. He flicked it a few times in his hand to dust it off and muttered to himself, "What a pity."

"What's a pity? Take him down, dead or alive," Xu Baoshan roared arrogantly.

The bodies of the six men behind him tensed in that instant like taut bowstrings. They arched their backs just like leopards eyeing their prey; as long as they lunged forward slightly, they could kill Chen Yu on the spot.

"It's a pity that your six capable subordinates are about to be crippled," Chen Yu sneered. He moved his right hand, and with a *snap*, the check in his hand shattered into six pieces.

The six thin paper scraps spun rapidly above his palm, and following a sharp shout, the paper scraps shot out.

Driven by his Original Power, these six paper scraps were no different from high-speed bullets. *Puff, puff... *

Six streaks of blood appeared, accompanied by six screams. Each of the six extraordinary bodyguards had their left arm severed, as if sliced clean off by a sharp blade, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Who are you?" Xu Baoshan was stunned. These bodyguards of his were mercenaries hired at high cost from abroad, and their strength was immense. Usually, six or seven ordinary bodyguards couldn't even get close to a single person, yet in Chen Yu's hands, they couldn't even withstand a single move.

"Who am I?" Chen Yu took a step forward, and in the next second, he appeared right in front of Xu Baoshan. He grabbed with his right hand, lifted Xu Baoshan by his collar, and smiled grimly: "I am someone you can never afford to offend."

"Let me go. Do you know who is behind me? Do you know who supports me?" Xu Baoshan was worthy of being a local overlord; even though he felt a great threat, he still maintained a composed appearance.

"Does it matter who supports you? Why don't you have them come out?" Chen Yu sneered.

"I have experts from a Martial Arts Family behind me. If you dare to touch me, I will surely exterminate your entire clan," Xu Baoshan shouted violently.

"Exterminate my entire clan?" Chen Yu laughed. Suddenly, he struck Xu Baoshan flying with one palm, then flashed forward to grab his arm before Xu Baoshan hit the ground, forming his right hand into a Sword Finger and slashing forward.

In an instant, blood sprayed everywhere. Xu Baoshan screamed as one of his arms was easily sliced off by Chen Yu's Sword Qi.

He screamed, looking at his own arm in disbelief, and let out a heaven-shaking wail: "Someone come! Kill him! Go invite the experts of the Martial Dao Family! Kill him at any cost!"

"I'll be waiting," Chen Yu sneered, looking coldly at Xu Baoshan, not taking his threats seriously at all.

Suddenly, a fierce burst of energy struck from behind Chen Yu. This was an expert at the peak of the Martial True Realm; the opponent was putting forth all his strength, striving to knock him to the ground.

Moreover, the opponent's aura was familiar; it seemed he had seen it somewhere before.

Chen Yu grabbed casually, and several stalks of lucky bamboo in a vase nearby floated to a few feet above his palm.

With a wave of his right hand, without needing to look back, the three stalks of lucky bamboo, driven by his True Qi, suddenly struck toward the person behind him, leaving three trails of light.

The person who arrived was an old man. He was still maintaining his attack posture, but his scalp tingled as the three stalks of lucky bamboo suddenly struck like sharp blades, hovering at his forehead, only half a foot away.

The old man was none other than Zhang Zhengwen. He stood stiffly, looking in horror at the three stalks of lucky bamboo less than half a foot from his forehead.

Cold sweat instantly poured down his forehead, and his hands and feet turned cold. Being only half a step away from a Martial Ancestor, he didn't even dare to move a muscle in the face of these three stalks of lucky bamboo.

"Mr. Chen, please show mercy," Zhang Zhengwen's trembling voice came over. He didn't need to look again to know who the other party was, because the Primordial Qi wrapped around them carried a trace of stern killing intent; it was precisely Chen Yu, the Dharma Cultivator of the Primordial Qi Realm whom he had missed out on.

"It's you?" Chen Yu had originally intended to intimidate the other party and hadn't planned to kill him. He turned his head in surprise and saw Zhang Zhengwen, whose face was deathly pale, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Zhang Lao, kill this brat! Finish him off!" Xu Baoshan hadn't realized Zhang Zhengwen's pale complexion and was still clamoring there.

"Kill me? Just by him?" Chen Yu grinned. Suddenly, he curled his right hand and flicked a finger. The three stalks of lucky bamboo floating in mid-air suddenly hummed and violently struck toward Zhang Zhengwen.

Zhang Zhengwen was hit hard as if by a heavy blow. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string for seven or eight meters, and then he fell to his knees on the ground with a thud.

Xu Baoshan's mouth snapped shut. He looked at Chen Yu in shock, unable to speak for a moment.

Zhang Zhengwen had been friends with him for many years. This old man was a Martial Arts Expert; although his strength couldn't compare to an expert of the Martial Ancestor Realm, he was only half a step away from that level.

Ordinary experts of the same level were no match for him, yet now Chen Yu had just snapped a few stalks of lucky bamboo and beaten this old man until he was crawling on the floor? It seemed he had encountered a tough nut to crack today.

"Mr. Chen, this old man did not know it was you. Please, Mr. Chen, you must forgive my offenses." Zhang Zhengwen had felt deep regret after missing out on an expert like Chen Yu last time. This time, he was determined to seize this opportunity tightly and could not let Chen Yu leave again.

After all, this was a genuine Dharma Cultivator. If Chen Yu offered a few pointers, his Martial True Realm, which had not advanced for a long time, might just break through.

"Although the Zhang Clan is not as good as the other three Martial Arts Families, it still carries the name of a Martial Arts Family in Shengjing. How is it that Zhang Lao has come out to be someone else's hired thug, someone else's dog?" Chen Yu sneered, "If the ancestors of the Zhang Clan knew, I wonder if they would be so angry that they couldn't even keep their coffin lids down?"

"Mr. Chen, I am truly sorry." Zhang Zhengwen looked ashamed. The Zhang Clan was not like the other major Martial Arts Families; its talent had withered, and by Zhang Zhengwen's generation, it had almost died out.

Therefore, even though Xu Baoshan was a gang leader, he had to maintain dealings with him; otherwise, he couldn't sustain the operation of his Martial Arts Family.

Chen Yu ignored him further. He walked up to Xu Baoshan, looked at the surprised man, and a mocking smile appeared on his face: "Weren't you quite arrogant just now?"

"You..." Xu Baoshan had just opened his mouth to utter a word when Chen Yu slapped him without hesitation. Xu Baoshan spat out a mouthful of blood with a *puff*; he felt as if his chin had been shattered by Chen Yu.