Chapter 127: Make You Cough Up Three Liters of Blood!

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: Make You Cough Up Three Liters of Blood!

“Huang Shi, I’ll remember this grudge. Just you wait!”

The thin, wiry youth who had been thrown to the ground climbed to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and yelled angrily toward the entrance of the Han Mansion.

“Haha, disciples of the Xuanyuan Sect are all useless—only good at lip service!”

A burst of disdainful laughter echoed from within the gate, followed by a shout: “Get lost, or else I might find myself in a bad mood and leave you bedridden for half a month!”

“You…”

The thin youth’s face turned an unpleasant shade of purple as his rage boiled over, but when he considered the strength of his opponent, he forcefully swallowed his anger.

“What’s going on?”

Luo Cheng dismounted, asking calmly.

The thin youth finally noticed Luo Cheng. Still glaring at the gate, he vented his frustration:

“It’s the Fierce Cloud Sect! We both accepted the task of eliminating the Shadowless Thieves, but they won’t let us, disciples of the Xuanyuan Sect, get involved! They struck out at us for no reason! Unfortunately, they’re numerous and strong, and I’m no match for them…”

Fierce Cloud Sect!

A sharp glint flashed in Luo Cheng’s eyes.

He’d long heard of the tense relationship between Xuanyuan Sect and Fierce Cloud Sect, with frequent skirmishes among their disciples. He hadn’t thought the intensity would escalate to this degree.

“I’ll go and take a look.”

The sharp glint disappeared as Luo Cheng turned and walked toward the gate.

“Wait!”

The thin youth reached out to block Luo Cheng, frowning as he urged, “Junior Brother, there are two of them, and their strength is formidable!”

“How about this—we search the area for other Senior Brothers and Sisters who are also undertaking missions nearby?”

He dearly wanted to avenge the humiliation but knew both disciples of the Fierce Cloud Sect were elites among Transcendence Realm Fifth Layer martial artists!

He wasn’t a match for them—how could a younger junior like Luo Cheng stand a chance?

Going in recklessly would only invite disgrace. Better to regroup with their senior disciples and return stronger.

“Don’t worry, I can handle it.”

Luo Cheng said no more, presenting the Xuanyuan Sect disciple token and entering the Han Mansion unhindered.

“Fine, I’ll head in and see what happens!”

The thin youth hadn’t expected Luo Cheng to ignore his warnings completely. After a moment of hesitation, he gritted his teeth and followed.

Behind the Han Mansion gates was a plaza where several figures stood.

At the center were three young men and women. Among them was a girl in a colorful dress with an exceptionally beautiful appearance. The emblem of the Luoxia Sect adorned her chest—a golden sunset pattern, marking her as an outer disciple of the sect.

The two boys standing beside her had fire cloud patterns on their chests, identifying them as outer disciples of the Fierce Cloud Sect.

Apart from them, there was also a middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes, likely in his early forties, flanked by several guards. This must be the Family Head of the Han Family, Han Jueshan.

Noticing someone entering, the eyes of the group turned toward the newcomers.

“Returned again…”

Han Jueshan secretly grimaced. The conflict had just subsided! He hadn’t expected the Xuanyuan Sect disciples to return so soon.

“You worthless brat, daring to crawl back here again! Didn’t learn your lesson earlier?”

A tall Fierce Cloud Sect disciple squinted at the thin youth, his tone full of disdain.

“Huang Shi, don’t push your luck!”

The thin youth’s face flushed red as he balled his fists tightly. Privately, he couldn’t help but resent Luo Cheng.

If not for Luo Cheng’s impulsiveness, he wouldn’t have fallen into this situation—being humiliated publicly.

The Luoxia Sect girl stood quietly off to the side, her clear eyes calmly assessing Luo Cheng.

A flicker crossed Huang Shi’s eyes as he shifted his gaze to Luo Cheng, smirking: “Haha, so this is the backup you’ve brought? Too bad, just another nobody.”

The atmosphere grew frosty in an instant.

Han Jueshan’s mouth went dry. He couldn’t fathom why the Xuanyuan Sect disciples insisted on returning after being reprimanded earlier—weren’t they just asking for trouble?

Unfortunately, he couldn’t wash his hands of the matter.

Drawing a long breath, Han Jueshan stepped forward to mediate: “Gentlemen, night is approaching, and the Shadowless Thieves could appear at any moment. Would you kindly do me the favor of refraining from combat for now?”

“Father, what’s happening?”

A gentle, melodic voice rang out, as clear as a songbird or the chiming of wind bells.

The door to a pavilion at the edge of the plaza swung open, revealing a young maiden dressed in a pale green gown, her features delicate and refined. Under the protection of several guards, she gracefully stepped out.

Seeing her lithe figure, the eyes of Huang Shi and the others lit up.

Han Jueshan anxiously hurried over, concerned: “Qing’er, didn’t I tell you not to come out?”

Han Qing shook her head gently. “It’s stifling inside, so I came out for some fresh air. Besides, it’s a chance to witness the demeanor of these sect disciples.”

Han Jueshan sighed bitterly, but after a second thought, he realized her presence might aid the situation. With an audience, perhaps no one would dare act rashly—and the Shadowless Thieves would be deterred by the numbers.

Considering this, Han Jueshan introduced her: “This is my daughter, Han Qing.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Huang Shi stepped forward, puffing out his chest: “Miss Han, you can rest assured. With me, Huang Shi, here, the Shadowless Thieves won’t touch so much as a strand of your hair!”

Han Qing smiled faintly and nodded lightly. “I’ll be counting on you, then.”

“The Shadowless Thieves are no threat with just the two of us! But first, let’s clear out any unnecessary meddlesome people to prevent complications during the fight.”

Huang Shi coldly turned his gaze to Luo Cheng and the thin youth, sneering: “You two nobodies—are you leaving on your own, or do you need me to throw you out?”

Han Jueshan frowned slightly. Huang Shi’s arrogance was truly insufferable, showing zero regard for his authority.

The thin youth’s face darkened. Leaving now would mean ultimate disgrace!

But the disparity in strength was glaring; he could only swallow his humiliation.

Just as he prepared to urge Luo Cheng to leave, Luo Cheng stepped forward.

Glancing at Huang Shi and his companion, Luo Cheng said coldly: “You two—slap yourselves in the face, then get out.”

The mere mention of the strained relationship between Fierce Cloud Sect and Xuanyuan Sect, coupled with the deep-seated grudge involving Sun Yingyang and his father’s betrayal, elicited nothing but disdain from Luo Cheng. He had no intention of holding back.

The crowd was stunned.

Everyone’s eyes turned incredulously toward Luo Cheng, even the Luoxia Sect girl’s tranquil gaze flickered with ripples of intrigue.

“You’ve got guts, kid. Say that again if you dare!”

Huang Shi gritted his teeth in fury. A nobody from the Xuanyuan Sect dared spout such audacious words—not only defying him but demanding they slap themselves!

Another Fierce Cloud Sect disciple stepped forward, glaring at Luo Cheng with a malicious smile: “Kid, I’ve changed my mind! Unless you kneel and bow apologetically to us right now, I’ll make you vomit blood until you die.”

The thin youth hadn’t anticipated Luo Cheng’s reckless confrontation.

Under such circumstances, dreaming of leaving peacefully was wishful thinking—he was stumped for what to do.

“Vomit blood? From you two? Let’s see if you can take one punch first!”

Luo Cheng sneered, and with those words, he swung a punch directly at the threatening Fierce Cloud Sect disciple.

“You’re courting death!”

The disciple dismissed Luo Cheng outright, taking three steps forward to meet the incoming attack with his own full-powered punch.

Bang!

The two fists collided, and with a heavy thud, the Fierce Cloud Sect disciple didn’t even have time to grunt before shooting backward like a meteor.

Crash!

The courtyard wall shattered as he landed, half-buried among the rubble—his life or death uncertain!

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