Chapter 381: 381. Chapter 381: Let Father Properly Teach You What Hierarchy Is

381. Chapter 381: Let Father Properly Teach You What Hierarchy Is

This single kick sent Ouyang Yu vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood; his moon-white robe was instantly stained red, and the expression on his face was extremely ferocious.

He tried to crawl up, but felt only his internal organs trembling, and even his bones aching to an unbearable degree.

This kick had actually snapped several of his bones.

"Who exactly are you?"

Ouyang Yu's expression was very subtle.

He was, after all, a cultivator at the Quasi-Emperor Peak, yet he had been defeated in such a wretched state by this strange woman before him, as if she were slaughtering a chicken, without even having time to trade blows with her.

This strength was truly terrifying! "My name is not something you are worthy of knowing."

Yi Zhuyue lifted her chin haughtily, looking down at Ouyang Yu from her superior position.

Following that, she took a handkerchief from her sleeve and meticulously wiped clean the five fingers that had slapped Ouyang Yu.

This look of disdain immediately made Ouyang Yu's face look as ugly as if he had eaten excrement, but he was born with a fear of the woman's terrifying strength and dared not say more.

He was terrified that if he said anything, he would suffer another unprovoked disaster.

Su Chen walked up two steps, looked at Ouyang Yu, and said with a smile: "Where is your Head of the Family? Is he inside? And that envoy from the Ziwei Pavilion, where are they now?"

Ouyang Yu was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; he immediately understood that the two had come prepared and knew a great deal of information.

He stiffened his neck, stared fixedly at Su Chen, and said: "I will not say anything. Do not count on me to tell you anything."

"Is that so?"

Su Chen curled his lips into a smile; for this kind of disobedient person, he had plenty of ways to deal with them.

With two slaps, Ouyang Yu's face instantly turned black and purple, and his nosebleed was beaten out.

Ouyang Yu subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to counterattack, but Yi Zhuyue was already a step ahead of him, and slapped him twice more.

Each strike was fast and ruthless, even wrapped in Spiritual Power, completely beating Ouyang Yu into a pig's head; he didn't even have time to speak, and could only make a few muffled whimpering sounds.

"I advise you to be obedient; otherwise, what might happen next is hard to say."

Su Chen lazily yawned and looked at Ouyang Yu with a smile.

Even though he was smiling very gently, in Ouyang Yu's eyes, it was as if he were a soul-reaping ghost from hell.

Ouyang Yu's eyes gradually grew terrified, but he still said: "I will absolutely not tell you. Give up on that idea."

Hearing this, Su Chen completely lost his patience.

He looked away and said to Yi Zhuyue: "Do it. There is no need for disobedient people to stay alive."

Before Ouyang Yu could react, Yi Zhuyue took out her sword first and slashed down at him.

Amidst the flash of blades, a human head was severed and fell to the ground, rolling twice, the eyes still fixed in a state of terror.

It took a long time for the body to collapse limply to the ground.

Ouyang Yu died just like that, without even having time to beg for his life.

"Let's go."

Su Chen could not be bothered to waste words with Ouyang Yu; he could feel the abundant aura of Spiritual Power inside, and once they went in, why would he worry about not knowing everything?

Since he was so ignorant of what was good for him, there was no need to waste any more time on him.

Su Chen walked to the door with long strides and kicked it open.

The people inside who had been meditating instantly opened their eyes and looked at Su Chen with murderous intent.

Su Chen stood against the light, squinting his eyes, and it took a long time before he clearly saw the old man in the high seat, who was likely the Head of the Family of the Ouyang clan, Ouyang Xing.

The others were angered by his blatant behavior; several people sitting below immediately stood up, drew their swords, and rushed toward Su Chen. But before they could even get close to Su Chen, their heads were severed by Yi Zhuyue in a few swift moves.

Seeing this, the others did not dare to approach for a moment, fearing that they would be the next soul under Yi Zhuyue's blade.

They gripped their swords, watching Su Chen and Yi Zhuyue vigilantly, none daring to act rashly.

And just then, the person in the high seat finally opened his eyes slowly.

His black eyes were devoid of desire, carrying a touch of indifference; he parted his lips slightly and said slowly: "You all may withdraw."

As his voice fell, those who had been on guard breathed a light sigh of relief.

Su Chen couldn't help but raise an eyebrow; good fellow, his cultivation didn't look that high, but his air of superiority was quite high.

It was just hard to tell if it was real ability or just a facade; would he kneel and beg for his life in a moment?

Thinking of this, Su Chen suddenly felt it was quite interesting and couldn't help but laugh.

In the silent room, only his crisp laughter could be heard.

Only then did the old man deign to bestow his gaze upon Su Chen.

"Who are you people, daring to come here? You have some courage."

Although the man said this, the pressure on his body instantly swept toward the two of them.

The pressure of a Quasi-Emperor Peak instantly filled the entire room; the others below were pressed until their faces turned pale, and a few who couldn't hold up had their legs trembling, yet the expressions on their faces remained very composed.

Under Yi Zhuyue's protection, Su Chen felt absolutely no pressure at all, and even shrugged indifferently, as if to say that this was not good enough and he felt nothing at all.

The man in the high seat was none other than the current Head of the Family of the Ouyang clan, Ouyang Xing.

"This is somewhat interesting."

Ouyang Xing's eyes were extremely cold, like a poisonous Snake lurking in the dark; although he was praising them, there was not a hint of appreciation, as if he were looking at two dead people.

Although both were at the Quasi-Emperor Peak, Ouyang Xing and Ouyang Yu were not on the same level at all; he was almost just one step away from entering the realm of a Half-step Great Emperor.

The pressure on him was immense, and his Spiritual Power was very thick, but Su Chen inexplicably felt that this room was very strange.

"I will give you one last chance. State your names, and this Head of the Family might still spare your lives."

Ouyang Xing's expression was extremely cold, as if the two people before him were merely ants.

Since Su Chen and Yi Zhuyue were able to enter, Ouyang Yu outside must have met with misfortune, yet Ouyang Xing did not mention it at all.

This disregard for life and arrogance toward himself made Su Chen feel very displeased; he wanted to make him taste the feeling of falling into the mud.

A typical case of someone who has never been beaten down by society.

Su Chen sneered, his thin lips parted slightly, and he slowly spat out a few words.

"Your daddy."

"Insolent!"

Ouyang Xing waved his large hand, and a thick surge of Spiritual Power immediately attacked the two of them.

Yi Zhuyue was no pushover either; she immediately neutralized this killing blow, and afterward, she even raised her eyebrows in provocation.

"You're not much good either; let this father teach you properly what respect and inferiority mean."

Su Chen slowly took two steps, his pace slow and rhythmic, as if a heavy stone were pressing down on the hearts of everyone else present.

Everyone else could feel that the strength of the two of them was extraordinary. (End of chapter)