Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 91: One Punch_1

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: One Punch_1

Of course, the youth was none other than Lin Bei.

He was originally halfway up the mountain, waiting for the patrol exhibition to begin. When he saw Chu Liang and the Young Marquis fall onto the stage, the scene was beyond his imagination.

Who would have thought that Chu Liang, whom he had dragged along to watch the spectacle, would end up in the center of the stage?

Hearing that Chu Liang was forcing Xia An to plead guilty, Lin Bei also guessed some developments. He was about to go forward and help when he saw Marquis Ding Shan and his men surrounding Chu Liang. Things turned serious.

Lin Bei paused, considering that his intervention might not be significant. Deciding it was better to stay as an observer, he thought he could also return to Shu Mountain to report if needed.

However, in just a short period, the situation deteriorated rapidly. Marquis Ding Shan seemed intent on attacking Chu Liang regardless of the hostage. A battle seemed imminent if not stopped.

It was time for him to appear on the scene!

Not wanting to see Chu Liang die, Lin Bei had leapt onto the stage, attempting to buy time by asking Marquis Ding Shan to let him deal with the situation first.

But all he received was a dismissive "Get lost!".

This rebuke from Marquis Ding Shan was not merely harsh words but was accompanied by his cultivated power, making it reverberate like thunder. Stunned by the roar, Lin Bei tumbled from the stage, rolling ten feet away before coming to a stop.

He struggled to get up, and shouted, "As disciples of Shu Mountain Sect, how dare you kill us, Marquis Ding Shan?"

"Hmph." Marquis Ding Shan sneered. Aware of all the eyes on him, he knew he had to make a decisive move. "You Shu Mountain disciples plotted against the Imperial Family. Not only will I kill you, I will personally seek justice from Shu Mountain afterward!" He said, his voice resonating like thunder.

Landing directly in front of Lin Bei, the rebuke sent him sprawling, unable to get up under the pressure, as if a massive mountain was upon him.

"Marquis Ding Shan!" Chu Liang called out, "Let my fellow disciple leave. He has nothing to do with this. Let him go, and I will release the Young Marquis."

"Oh?" Marquis Ding Shan let out a cold laugh, having found Chu Liang’s weakness. "If you want me to spare him, I might."

His gaze turned icy. "You fabricated charges, misled the crowd, and plotted against the Imperial Family. Will you confess to your crimes?"

Chu Liang was under constant pressure from the cultivator, and his will and body were facing enormous stress. His injuries from earlier were aggravated again, causing blood to slowly seep out.

"Huh..."

Chu Liang labored for breath, drawing on his last ounce of strength to keep himself from surrendering and held his head high.

"Justice is clear for all to see, and there is always a fair judgment. Do you think you can eradicate your wrongdoing as the Marquis Ding Shan Residence by killing me? You can silence one mouth, but can you blind thousands of eyes?!"

Chu Liang spoke every word clearly, raising his left arm, pointing towards the masses below.

Feeling the weight of countless eyes staring at him, Marquis Ding Shan had a sudden pang of unease. For the first time, he felt the power of people’s gaze.

Despite that, his years of cultivation wouldn’t allow him to waver because of a few words from Chu Liang.

"Indeed, justice is in the hearts of people, and the Imperial Court will decide afterward. Today, I must capture you, a reckless thief! If you do not release my son now, I will execute your fellow disciple on the spot!"

Marquis Ding Shan roared once more, not willing to delay any longer. With a wave of his hand, was about to crush Lin Bei!

Lin Bei cried out in panic, "Hey! You can’t do this! You’re going to kill your son’s protector?"

Chu Liang locked eyes with Marquis Ding Shan.

Then, slowly, he dropped the sword in his hand.

With a clang, the Longsword hit the ground. Chu Liang slumped down, his injured body seemingly devoid of energy. Upon letting down his guard, he immediately collapsed.

"Kill."

Seeing this, Marquis Ding Shan immediately gave the cold-hearted order.

The guards, as fierce as wolves, with the pressure of a cultivator as heavy as Mount Tai, closed in on Chu Liang who could barely even lift his arms. It seemed that he was left with the fate of awaiting execution.

Yet, he still wore a smile on his face.

Marquis Ding Shan glared at the youth’s smile, feeling an indescribable loathing. For some reason, even though Chu Liang hadn’t said a word, that smile seemed to carry a deep mockery.

How irksome.

"Stop!"

Just as Chu Liang was about to be attacked, a commanding voice rang out.

Marquis Ding Shan was displeased and turned to look.

A woman in a red and black robe had appeared on the stage. She was tall, even taller than himself, with her hair tied up and two strands hanging by the sides of her face. Her face was strikingly beautiful, and her large chest was exaggerated by a prominent piece of jade. Her body was tall and slender, catching everyone’s attention.

In contrast with the tense atmosphere, the woman’s face was lazy, relaxed, and impatient, as she strolled leisurely toward them.

This was the second time someone had stopped them, and Marquis Ding Shan was brimming with anger. Regardless of who was blocking, he was determined to kill the Shu Mountain disciples today, or he wouldn’t be able to resolve this matter.

So, seeing this unknown woman, he treated her the same as Lin Bei, considering her a meddlesome idiot, and rebuked her once more with a "Get lost!"

Thud.

The response was a dull sound, like the sound of a rotten watermelon smashing on the ground.

But he probably couldn’t hear it anymore.

The other guards on stage could hear it, Chu Liang could hear it, Lin Bei could hear it, and the countless spectators below could hear it...

So, they were all stunned.

Because they saw the woman lazily approaching Marquis Ding Shan, raise her fist and punch him square in the face.

This is not precise because, before the punch, Marquis Ding Shan still had a face... But after the punch, Marquis Ding Shan had no face... literally, no face.

Not just his face.

The woman’s fist encapsulated with crimson flames, her fire punch landed with a gentle thud, and Marquis Ding Shan’s entire head disappeared!

It was not blown up, but everything that came into contact with the flames seemed to have been evaporated into thin air, leaving nothing behind.

Only a headless torso remained in place. The area below the chest was intact, with an orderly cut across it; there was nothing above the torso.

What was strange was that Marquis Ding Shan didn’t even attempt to evade the punch despite his strength. The entire scene was oddly peculiar.

"Sigh."

The woman withdrew her fire-wrapped fist, shook it, and the red and yellow flames dissipated. She blew gently, dispelling a waft of remnant smoke.

Her expression was incredibly serene, as if she had merely dealt with a trivial matter.

Only then did she turn around to face Chu Liang, who was collapsed on the ground. A puzzled expression crossed her face, and she pointed to the disoriented body behind her, asking:

"Who was that person? So rude, wasn’t he?"