Chapter 209: 209. Chapter 209: Liu Ruyan Is My Woman
209. Chapter 209: Liu Ruyan Is My Woman
Yet his mouth still refused to be forgiving.
"That move I just made was merely to test you; I didn't use much effort at all. What do you have to be proud of?"
Looking at his slightly heavy panting and disheveled appearance, which stood in stark contrast to his words, Su Chen had roughly gauged his cultivation realm after the exchange just now.
That strike just now was almost his limit.
"Stop yapping and make your move!"
Su Chen curled the corner of his mouth and said disdainfully.
He stood leisurely in place, forming a sharp contrast with Zhao Yangyao, who was covered in blood and drenched in sweat.
This sentence undoubtedly pressed Zhao Yangyao's self-esteem into the dirt and trampled it fiercely.
He panted heavily, his eyes appearing as if they were steeped in poison; if looks could kill, Su Chen would likely have already been sliced into a thousand pieces.
Zhao Yangyao gritted his teeth and mobilized the Spiritual Power throughout his body; a great sun appeared behind him, clearly intending to display his full strength.
At this moment, the sky seemed to respond to his call; thunder suddenly rumbled in the calm sky, and his sword was enveloped in Spiritual Power, whipping up a gale that made people's robes flutter.
Zhao Yangyao gritted his teeth tightly and pressed on, the whirlwind he carried becoming increasingly intense, dust flying from the ground around him, and in his eyes, there was only Su Chen standing there.
He refused to believe that a full-force strike from the Great Saint Jing Yichong could not shake this arrogant brat.
Following a loud shout from Zhao Yangyao, intense Spiritual Power surged toward Su Chen.
Seeing it closing in on Su Chen, Su Chen remained motionless.
He couldn't help but sneer; now he knew how powerful he was. Letting him be so arrogant just now—even if he knelt and begged for mercy now, it was too late!
At this critical moment, Su Chen grinned.
He summoned his sword and blocked casually.
Watching the violent hurricane scatter due to his block, the gale stirred up around them made it nearly impossible for people to stand.
Yet Su Chen remained unmoved, as if what was placed before him was not a full-force strike from the Great Saint Jing Yichong, but merely a casual gesture.
"Ho, how is this possible? What kind of monster are you?"
Zhao Yangyao couldn't help but take two steps back, unable to imagine that his full-force strike hadn't even made the other person move an inch.
"Do you have any other tricks?"
Su Chen said calmly, "If not, then it's my turn to counterattack."
Hearing this, Zhao Yangyao rushed over regardless of anything else.
He refused to believe this greenhorn in front of him could have any real strength; he must have been carrying some kind of Protective Magic Treasure on him just now.
This time, he would definitely not be so lucky!
Thinking of this, he rushed over quickly, raised his sword, and slashed down at Su Chen's head.
This time, Su Chen did not choose to dodge, but instead met it with his own sword; the immense force collided, affecting everything around them, yet the two people at the center seemed as if they had frozen, remaining in a stalemate.
Zhao Yangyao hardened his heart and added a bit more force.
"Is this all you've got?"
As Su Chen's voice fell, Zhao Yangyao couldn't help but look at him; the man opposite him had eyes filled with indifference, not a hint of dishevelment, as if he were looking at trash.
Seeing this, Zhao Yangyao couldn't help but be stunned, a feeling of horror rising in his heart; he felt as if he had provoked someone he shouldn't have.
Not giving him time to catch his breath, Su Chen lifted his sword, and vast Spiritual Power surged out; it was completely different from his lazy appearance just now, looking light, yet landing on Zhao Yangyao with the weight of a thousand catties.
Caught off guard, the sword in his hand flew out of his grip, and he himself stumbled a few times before falling directly to the ground, landing face-first in the dirt.
Su Chen performed a clean and swift sword flourish in the air, the tip of the blade pointing directly at Zhao Yangyao's neck.
"You? You aren't even worthy of being my opponent."
With words full of sarcasm and looking at the blade hanging over his neck, Zhao Yangyao didn't even dare to take a deep breath.
Beads of sweat the size of beans instantly rolled down his forehead, his eyes staring blankly at the direction of the sword, panting heavily, his brows knitted so tightly it seemed they could crush a fly.
If that sword moved just a little bit further forward, the sharp edge could slice his neck and take his life completely.
Fear rose in his heart, scaring him so much he almost couldn't speak.
"Boring."
Su Chen withdrew his sword and said, "This young master is in a good mood today and doesn't want to see blood. Get lost, quickly."
Zhao Yangyao stumbled to his feet, his legs weak and trembling.
The fear of impending death still hadn't let him recover; he even felt like he might faint directly.
"Don't get cocky. Although I don't know what methods you used to have this kind of strength, this is the Qingyun Alliance; it won't tolerate you running wild."
Zhao Yangyao's speaking speed grew faster and faster, and by the end, he seemed to have gained some confidence, "And that slut Liu Ruyan—on the surface, she is the Saintess of the Qingyun Alliance, but in private, she's just a whore!"
Hearing this, Su Chen furrowed his brows; although Liu Ruyan was not yet his woman, they had already engaged in marital relations, and Zhao Yangyao saying this was no different from slapping him in the face.
Thinking of this, Su Chen flashed over quickly and kicked Zhao Yangyao in the chest.
Zhao Yangyao was caught off guard and fell face-first into the dirt again; this kick made his already uncomfortable body even worse, and he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.
So, so fast!
He hadn't even noticed when Su Chen had arrived in front of him just now.
This unremarkable man in front of him was simply a monster!
"If I hear you speak ill of Liu Ruyan again, next time, it won't be as polite as just a kick."
Su Chen curled his lips and said arrogantly.
After all, this was the Qingyun Alliance, and he couldn't kill Zhao Yangyao directly, but giving him a lesson was certainly possible.
A gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late!
Zhao Yangyao stood up and prepared to leave.
Everything today had been a huge blow to him; for so many years, he had never suffered such great humiliation!
Having walked only a few steps, Zhao Yangyao grew angrier the more he thought about it, and he couldn't help but turn back to curse in a rage.
"She's just a stinking bitch who plays so wildly behind people's backs; it's a pity you still treat her like a treasure, when who knows how many men she's slept with in private!"
Hearing this, Su Chen raised his hand, and a bolt of Spiritual Power flew out, striking Zhao Yangyao directly in the lower body.
His trousers fell straight down, revealing two pale, fleshy thighs.
Seeing this scene, Lv Luo couldn't help but cover her eyes, yet she couldn't help but say with disdain: "His down there is so small; is he too insecure, which is why his heart is so filthy, needing to slander anything he can't get?"
To Lv Luo, the words Zhao Yangyao had just spoken were nothing more than sour grapes.
Lacking the ability himself, he just comforted his own heart this way.
At the same time, she also looked down upon people like Zhao Yangyao, who considered themselves noble while having high standards but low abilities, and who lacked any shred of decency, unable to see how much they were actually worth.
Hearing this, Zhao Yangyao's face turned red and then white, and he fled in a panic while holding up his trousers.
"No matter what Liu Ruyan is like, she is my person, and it is not his place to point fingers."
Watching Zhao Yangyao's pathetic, fleeing back, Su Chen said domineeringly.
Liu Ruyan had just finished adjusting her clothes and walked out, happening to hear these words from Su Chen. (End of chapter)
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