Chapter 11: Want to hit you? Just hit!

  The sudden change in events made 6 Chen feel very uncomfortable, and this uncontrollable feeling left him disheartened.

  He subconsciously swept his divine sense, and suddenly felt a thick city wall, like a vast ocean. He secretly thought: This person's cultivation is very strong, and it's possible that he has entered the Condensing Spirit Stage that my senior brother mentioned.

  "Square crown, is it your leader?"

  Tang Zhen and Fang Yu stood face to face. He saw at a glance that Fang Yu's cultivation was at the fourth layer of Qi Refining, but what did that matter?

  His face remained cold and indifferent, he didn't say a word, in fact, he was also scared.

  "How dare you? Are these plebeians so bold?" Tang Zhen said calmly, playing with his fingernails, and suddenly slapped him.

  Bang!

  The voice is crisp!

  A clear palm print appeared on his left cheek, and his pupils dilated. Suddenly, a slap came, and he didn't react in time.

  "What? Now you don't dare to speak up?" Tang Zhen smiled faintly, he could feel Fang Yu's emotions, being slapped in public and not being able to make a sound in resistance.

  This feeling is unbearable, no different from kneeling down and begging for mercy.

  However, Tang Zhen was very much enjoying this atmosphere, Fang Yu's expression gave him a deep sense of pleasure.

  Bang!

  Another slap was slapped over.

  Fang Yu's body swayed slightly, his cheek burning with pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to resist several times, but reason suppressed him.

  "Don't say you're an outsider, even if you are an insider, I'll still make you pay dearly. Remember, don't be so arrogant next time." Tang Zhen said calmly, this time the commotion was too big, he couldn't possibly settle accounts with each one individually, teaching a lesson to the first one would suffice.

  Killing a chicken to frighten the monkey!

  "Haha, his face is so great to look at!" Zhou Rou pointed at Fang Yu's face, covering her mouth and laughing.

  The crowd of disciples fell silent, some with red eyes, others with anxious hearts. 6 Chen stood beside them, his fists clenched tightly, his fingernails piercing through his palms, yet he remained unaware.

  At the first slap, there was only one voice in Liu Chen's heart.

  I've implicated Fang Shixiong!

  If it weren't for himself, Fang Shixiong would still be cultivating in the medicine field, waiting to enter the inner gate. If it weren't for himself, how could Fang Shixiong have been hit by someone? And this slap, Fang Shixiong must not have taken it well, it was definitely like a knife cutting through his heart.

  When the second round of applause erupted, Liu Chen's mind went blank, as if that slap had landed on his own face.

  A memory rose in his mind.

  That year, Old Man Li died, an old beggar like him.

  "Hit you, little rabbit! How dare you steal from your old man!"

  On the main street of Luoyang, a six-year-old boy lay on the ground, his small hands tightly grasping a steamed bun. On top of him, an old man with tattered clothes was shielding him, while the entire street was packed with people, all dressed in fine attire and wearing expressions of schadenfreude and mockery.

  A fist like rainwater fell on the old man's body, 6 Chen clearly felt that Grandpa Li's whole body was trembling, and he heard a faint voice in his ear.

  "He's just a kid... spare him..."

  However, this voice was drowned out by ridicule. Xiǎo Chén raised his small face and firmly remembered those ugly faces in his heart. His thin right hand tightly grasped the dirty bun.

  After the bully left, Grandpa Li was out of breath and heavily pressed down on him.

  It's very heavy!

  At 6 o'clock, his heart shattered like glass. He had never felt that the sky was so dull and the wind by his ear was so piercing.

  No them, no 6:00 AM for me!

  They are my benefactors, they have never looked down on me, they have been helping me all along, Grandpa Li...

  His eyes were bloodshot, and in his heart there was only a sense of unwillingness to yield. He regretted, he did not admit defeat, he secretly vowed that one day he would use his fists to protect these people, whoever dared to bully them would be beaten!

  That year, he was four years old!

  The square was still quiet and silent, a farce ended, and in the end, the protagonists were still Tang Zhen and Zhou Rou.

  "Haha, and you too, nosy guy, hiding there without saying a word, thinking I don't know?"

  Zhou Rou's gaze shifted, falling on the young man who looked like he had been scared silly. She walked away with light steps, and as she moved, a series of gazes followed closely behind her. The eyes of the young men gathered, their thoughts unknowingly occupied by her.

  "Lowly people, wasn't it 'the fish dies and the net breaks' before? Why don't you dare to speak now?" Zhou Rou's vermilion lips moved slightly, her eyes cold and gloomy, she seemed like a high and mighty princess.

  In an instant, a slender white hand stretched out, Zhou Rou sneered and slapped her with a loud slap.

  The poor will always be poor, no matter how they resist, it's just a farce!

  As soon as she made her move, the hearts of the disciples around her tightened, and some wanted to stop her, but they couldn't calm their nervousness.

  Bang!

  The sound was not crisp, but rather dull and muffled. In the eyes of everyone, the imagined slap did not land, and that small white hand was instead firmly grasped.

  And the one holding her hand was none other than Liu Chen!

  His face was cold and expressionless at this time, his pupils lost their color, as if he had entered a state of madness.

  Zhou Rou's face showed a look of loss, she didn't expect this young man to dare resist: "You... are so bold!"

  Bang!

  But as soon as she finished speaking, a burst of applause erupted from the square. For a moment, the square was dead silent, and you could hear a pin drop!

  Suddenly, there were sounds of cold air being sucked in, one after another.

  All the disciples looked unbelievable, staring forward, with a momentary blank in their minds. In their eyes, that slap did not land on the face of the younger brother, but on Zhou Rou's face.

  As for the one who made the move, it was precisely this junior fellow apprentice who had been in the sect for less than half a year.

  Zhou Rou's face was burning with pain, and the five-finger palm print was clearly visible. She was completely stunned in her heart.

  "How dare you hit me? From young till now, even the Emperor has never hit me..."

  Since the appearance of Shixiong Tang Zhen, things have turned into a one-sided affair. Even Fang Yu, who is normally strong-willed, was forced to swallow his pride and endure two slaps without daring to retort. However, this country bumpkin not only resisted but also dared to retaliate with a slap.

  This abnormal and unreasonable behavior was something she had never seen before in her life.

  His usual calm and collected face twisted in a brief, astonished expression; he knew his junior brother's abilities were great, but this bravery was beyond his expectations.

  "Go ahead and hit me!"

  His lips moved slightly, and five words were lightly spat out. This subconscious expression was exactly the same as Tang Zhenru's previous one, just like a high-ranking emperor.

  He wasn't a rash person, but he still hit him, and didn't even think about the consequences afterwards. There was only one thought in his mind: Fang Shixiong had been humiliated for helping himself, and he had remained unmoved?

  At 4:00 am, I thought of Grandpa Li who helped me and my relatives in Qing Shui Town.

  Zhou Rou's face turned pale, still reeling from the previous beating. She was in a daze, and the young man's words made her heart go wild with rage. The burning pain on her face felt like endless ridicule, piercing her heart.

  "I'm going to kill you" Zhou Rou's eyes were wild and crazy, her right hand stretched out, a green sword rose up.

  Hiss!

  The sword is like a long rainbow, cutting through the vast sky!

  Just then, a lazy voice rang out amidst the flashing lights.

  "Haven't you had enough fun yet?"

  The sound was calm, but it resounded in everyone's heart like a bronze bell. Zhou Rou's green sword seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

  In front of the square, a burly middle-aged man came sauntering over. He wore a blue cloth shirt and was unkempt, his pace neither slow nor hurried, with a wine jug in hand that he occasionally raised to his mouth for a swig.

  "Seal the door!"