Chapter 382: 382. Chapter 382: Please, Let Me Go

382. Chapter 382: Please, Let Me Go

Ouyang Xing had lived for so long, and yet few people had ever dared to be so arrogant in front of him.

He could not help but let out a cold snort, finally deigning to look directly at the two people before him.

"As for the other bothersome fellows, just kill them all."

Su Chen smiled coolly, his tone relaxed.

As his voice fell, raging flames instantly ignited on the bodies of the others present, the dark blue fire ruthlessly devouring every single one of them.

They shrieked in agony, rolling endlessly on the ground like mutated zombies, their limbs twisting, yet no matter what they did, they could not extinguish the great fire.

The entire room had effectively become a living hell.

In just a few short seconds, those people were burned to ashes.

Seeing the two people act so boldly, Ouyang Xing was finally enraged.

To slaughter the people of his Ouyang family right in front of him—was this not a vicious slap to his face? Ouyang Xing stood up, gathered powerful Spiritual Power in his hand, and struck toward Su Chen.

But how could Yi Zhuyue let things go as he wished? She picked up her sword and slashed twice casually into the void, and the previously unstoppable Spiritual Power instantly dissipated into nothingness.

"Who on earth are you two!?"

Ouyang Xing's expression was one of terror; he finally understood that the identities of these two were not simple.

He had used his full strength in that previous strike, yet it had not injured the two people before him in the slightest, being neutralized so easily.

Such powerful strength—in all the years Ouyang Xing had lived, he had only had the fortune to see it once, back when he met Ziwei Xianzi.

But Ziwei Xianzi was already a top-tier combat powerhouse in the entire Tianxuan Continent, almost invincible; who exactly was this unremarkable person before him? Ouyang Xing's complexion was extremely ugly, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts. Being the Head of the Family of the Ouyang clan, he knew how to bend and stretch, and he immediately changed his demeanor.

"Is there some misunderstanding between you two and me? We can talk things over properly; there is no need to resort to weapons, it is undignified."

He wore a fake smile on his face, his words sounding high-minded and grand.

Su Chen did not buy his act at all, waving his hand impatiently, and then said: "There is no misunderstanding. I am here today to claim your dog life."

"Give him a lesson. As long as you don't beat him to death, play as you like."

Su Chen said to Yi Zhuyue, enunciating every word with a hint of killing intent.

As his voice fell, Yi Zhuyue quickly arrived in front of Ouyang Xing and slashed down with her sword.

The sword wind was extremely sharp and unstoppable; Ouyang Xing used all his strength just to barely dodge it.

But the sword still struck his shoulder, leaving a wound so deep the bone was visible, looking exceptionally gruesome as fresh blood gushed out, instantly dyeing his robe red.

Ouyang Xing clutched his shoulder with a pale face, gasping for air; his previous calm expression had completely vanished.

His back was soaked with cold sweat, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, making him look exceptionally wretched.

Yi Zhuyue did not give him a chance to catch his breath, immediately taking her sword and hacking it straight into his other, intact shoulder.

"Ahhh!"

Ouyang Xing's face was twisted, his eyes splitting, and he let out a painful scream.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he wished he could kill the two of them immediately.

"You two will definitely regret this!"

Ouyang Xing said indignantly.

Su Chen, however, could not help but laugh.

"Cut off his two legs for me as well. I want to see if he can still talk so toughly." Receiving the order, Yi Zhuyue raised her blade and brought it down, and both legs were cleanly severed.

Ouyang Xing trembled all over from the pain; before he could even react, his two legs had been forcibly cut off.

At this very moment, he realized with absolute clarity—the gap between them was like a chasm.

Su Chen slowly walked up to Ouyang Xing, raised his foot, and stepped on his face.

Feeling that this was not enough, he ground his foot down a few more times, smearing all the dust from his sole onto his face.

"Weren't you quite arrogant just a moment ago? Why aren't you continuing to be arrogant now?" Su Chen asked with a smile.

He had a deep impression of this Ouyang Xing; in the original book, this was exactly how he had humiliated Su Chen.

He was clearly just a low-class illegitimate child of the Ouyang family who had painstakingly climbed to his current position, yet he had a dark psyche and was jealous of the noble disciples of the great clans.

At that time, Su Chen, who was like a stray dog, became the target he bullied to flaunt his own sense of superiority.

Su Chen now showed no mercy in humiliating him.

Under the guise of eliminating harm for the people, he was a hypocrite who did all sorts of disgusting things; such a person should personally taste the flavor of the things they had done.

After all, you reap what you sow.

Thinking of this, Su Chen patted Ouyang Xing's twisted face and whispered like a demon: "How does it feel to be the protagonist of the Ouyang family? Is it very satisfying?"

Ouyang Xing was in too much pain to speak, feeling instinctively that his dignity was being ruthlessly ground into the dirt, as if he had instantly returned to the days when he was lowly and powerless.

His eyes were filled with broken capillaries as he glared at Su Chen with hatred.

"You have quite a backbone, daring to make that expression even now. Have you not been beaten enough?" Su Chen could not help but laugh, as if he were teasing a dog. "If you beg me, and I'm in a good mood, I might just let you go. But like this, you clearly haven't been taught enough of a lesson."

As his voice fell, Su Chen stepped on Ouyang Xing's broken leg.

Ouyang Xing screamed in pain immediately; the wounds that had begun to scab were forcibly torn open, and bright red blood gushed out continuously.

At this moment, he had effectively become a blood-soaked man.

"Ahhh, it hurts so much, you..."

Su Chen increased his pressure, forcibly cutting off the rest of his unfinished sentence.

Ouyang Xing was truly afraid now; the pervert in front of him would really kill him.

His limbs were broken, but he could use secret arts to reattach them later; if his life were gone, it would truly be gone.

Thinking of this, Ouyang Xing's face took on a look of pleading, but because it was forced, it looked exceptionally hideous.

"Please... let me... go."

He gritted his teeth, forcing the words out through the gaps in his teeth.

Su Chen raised an eyebrow, then immediately said, "What did you say? Your voice is too small, I can't hear you clearly."

Seeing that Su Chen was about to continue tormenting Ouyang Xing, Ouyang Xing shouted out in desperation: "I'll say it, I beg you... I beg you to let me go."

His voice was like a booming bell, shouted out almost hysterically.

Although there were no serious injuries on Ouyang Xing's face, he still felt a burning pain, feeling as if his dignity had been ruthlessly trampled underfoot.

Ouyang Xing was so ashamed he wished he could find a hole to hide in, yet he could only swallow his pride and suffer in silence. (End of chapter)