Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 163 - 158: Fierce Beating (2/3)

Chapter 163: Chapter 158: Fierce Beating (2/3)

"What!" Ying Bingfeng let out an exclamation, unable to believe that Zhou Heng’s battle power hadn’t been weakened in the slightest. Although his cultivation level wasn’t high enough to fully unleash the power of the Purple Bell, even experts of the Heaven-Opening Realm would be affected by it!

Since Zhou was unaffected, it was as if he was adding chaos to Nangong Changkong’s efforts from the other direction. How could Ying not feel like his nose was about to be bent out of shape upon realizing this?

Amidst his shock, Zhou had already killed his way over, swinging a sword directly at Ying’s neck.

Buzz!

As the Broken Sword came down, a pale yellow light shield suddenly appeared around Ying, blocking Zhou’s sword strike!

Zhou was not surprised. Even Yue Hu had a life-saving Forbidden Artifact on him, so how could Ying not have one? Such treasures, due to their usage limits, only activated in life-threatening situations. Therefore, despite being battered to the point of bleeding earlier by Zhou, Ying’s Restriction had not been triggered.

He abruptly withdrew his sword and with a twist of his right hand, he had already snatched the Purple Bell from Ying’s grasp, directly stowing it away in the Nine Mystic Trial Tower.

—Zhou wasn’t afraid of exposing the fact that he had a Space Artifact. The only secret that needed to stay hidden was the ability to contain living things.

Ying’s face was filled with horror. The Restriction had activated, which meant he had just been wandering at the Edge of Death a moment ago! Zhou... really dared to kill him! In a fit of extreme anger, how could he accept that a mere commoner of a Dynasty dared to kill him, and had actually made a move!

However, this time he had come out in pursuit of Mei Yixiang and only had a few attendants with him, their strength merely at the Initial Separation Realm. Now, no matter how enraged he was, what could he do? With all his trump cards played— the Purple Bell, Bloodline Power, and Magic Artifacts—all had been at a great disadvantage against Zhou. What was he to do?

No, the Purple Bell!

Ying’s expression tightened as he said, "Zhou, return the Magic Sound Bell to me, and let’s call our grudges even."

The treasure was not his, but belonged to another prodigy of the family, Ying Cheng’en. Although they were of similar age, Cheng’en’s talent exceeded Ying’s by a great margin, envy-inducing—a Heavenly Spirit Body and a true genius!

Not only was his talent high, but he was also the darling of fortune, with bizarrely good luck. Stepping out he’d find thousand-year-old Spirit Grass by the side of the road while resting, and a night’s sleep in a cave could lead to the discovery of Magic Artifacts and Cultivation Techniques!

This Purple Bell had been found by Ying Cheng’en by chance in a water cave at the bottom of a lake. When he discovered it, it already lacked a corner, greatly reducing its power, yet it remained extremely potent!

Ying had another task on this trip: to find a reclusive Artifact Forger for Ying Cheng’en, to repair the Purple Bell. But now, not only had he not found the forger, but the Purple Bell had also been taken by Zhou. How could this be good?

He was an important member of the Ying Family, true, but compared to a prodigy like Ying Cheng’en, he was nothing. In front of Cheng’en, he was as docile as a dog—as much as he coveted the Purple Bell, even if he were a hundred times bolder, he wouldn’t dare to embezzle it.

If he could not take back the Purple Bell, his fate would be unspeakably miserable.

Thinking of Ying Cheng’en’s face, which always carried a harmless smile, Ying felt a chill deep in his bones. He feared this young family member, even more than the family’s Old Ancestor!

He had to get it back!

"Idiot, do you really think the whole world belongs to your family?" Zhou shook his head, "Our grudge isn’t something that can be wiped clean so easily!"

His murderous intent was palpable.

"In the watchful eyes of everyone, do you dare to kill me?" Ying couldn’t help uttering something pointless—the Forbidden Artifact had already saved his life once before! But he still couldn’t accept it; he was the young master of one of the Bright Moon Country’s three top families. How could Zhou dare!

If Zhou acted brazenly here, he surely wouldn’t be able to cover up the secret and silence everyone. So, how would Zhou fend off the Ying Family’s retaliation?

This was what Ying couldn’t understand!

Zhou’s movement technique was indeed fast, but facing experts of the Mountains and Rivers Realm and the Spirit Sea Realm, a single thought from them could immobilize a person, not even giving them a chance to use their movement technique! Was this kid too arrogant, self-confident that he could dominate the world with the speed of his movements?

If that was the case, then dying at the hands of such a reckless man would be an extreme injustice!

"Zhou, you may teach him a lesson, but leave him his life!" Zhou was about to make a move when a soft whisper sounded in his ears. There was no one around, yet the voice seemed to be right there.

This person, what powerful strength!

Zhou couldn’t help glancing at the elderly man beside Mei Yixiang. In the entire venue, only this person possessed such profound and unfathomable cultivation.

Indeed, the old man gave him a slight smile and nodded.

Zhou understood. Although Mei Yixiang disliked Ying, the two big families were both top households of the Bright Moon Dynasty and had some private relationships. If Mei allowed Ying to be killed sitting idly by, the Mei Family would have a hard time explaining to the Ying Family.

He decided to give Mei Yixiang face, after all, he had taken quite a few things from her. To return a favor for a favor given.

One may not kill, but can cripple!

"Zhou Heng, meet your demise!" Nangong Changkong and Liu Qingxuan attacked simultaneously. They could not possibly sit back and watch Zhou Heng kill Ying Bingfeng. If such a thing were to happen, the vengeance of the Ying Family would be unbearable for them.

"You two old geezers who refuse to die, have you no shame?" Mei Yixiang pointed with her pale jade-like hand, "Uncle Fu, slap their faces for me!"

"Yes, Miss!" The elder by her side flashed into action, his hands darting left and right. Without using any sophisticated moves, he managed to catch Nangong Changkong and Liu Qingxuan, who were unable to dodge, and forcefully halted them by their shoulders.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Uncle Fu slapped them back and forth, palm forces swinging out. Faces of Nangong Changkong and the other, immediately swollen and noses bleeding violently, presented a sight too horrible to endure.

The watchers felt a chill in their hearts. Nangong Changkong and Liu Qingxuan were of such high cultivation level, absolutely invincible in the Cold Blue Country, reigning supreme for hundreds of years. And yet, now they were being publicly slapped in the face, suffering such humiliation.

This was the harsh reality!

They were of the Heaven-Opening Realm, capable of humiliating Zhou Heng at will, attacking repeatedly trying to kill him. Did they ever care about Zhou Heng’s feelings then? Now, facing the even stronger Mei Family, they were as helpless as dead dogs.

Many young people felt a surge of fighting spirit, dreaming of one day becoming as strong, unfettered by any insult. Others, however, were even more cautious—were they unable to avoid provoking such power?

The reason Nangong Changkong and his peer ended up so pitiful was their previous arrogance, thinking Zhou Heng was easy to bully. They assumed backing the Ying Family made them invincible, never expecting Mei Yixiang to value Zhou Heng so highly as to allow her protector to defend him!

They deserved it!

Zhou Heng just glanced over before shifting his gaze away. Though it felt good, it was a pity that it wasn’t his own strength, as he disliked riding on others’ coattails; this scene only spurred his desire for power.

"Ying Bingfeng, it’s time to settle our score!" Zhou Heng punched out, causing winds to howl and clouds to stir.

"Damn it!" Ying Bingfeng roared, summoning a longsword with his right hand. With the boost of the magic artifact, his power soared by seventy percent, and he slashed rapidly towards Zhou Heng.

Gold Transformation!

Zhou Heng’s right hand turned gold in an instant, blocking the longsword with a clang, and then his left hand shot out, Ice Sealing Power swirling to form ice spears that shot towards Ying Bingfeng with a whistling speed.

"Aargh—" Ying Bingfeng screamed. His defensive power was not weak, but against the Bloodline Martial Technique, it was almost ineffective. His body was instantly pierced by seven ice spears, blood gushing violently.

"Seal me!" He quickly circulated his Bloodline Power to stop the bleeding and heal, but Zhou Heng’s strike was powered by a Bloodline Martial Technique, leaving powerful Ice Sealing Power at the wound.

If Ying Bingfeng had enough time, he could definitely expel this foreign force, but time was exactly what he lacked!

Zhou Heng’s right fist was already swinging in, unstoppable and unavoidable under the Realm of Momentum!

Bam!

Ying Bingfeng’s face took a heavy punch, his body unable to withstand the force and flying backward, but as soon as he began to rise, Zhou Heng grabbed his ankle, pulling him back, and bam, his face took another punch.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Zhou Heng’s punches were as fast as the wind, ruthlessly beating Ying Bingfeng.

At first, Ying Bingfeng could block a few, but against Zhou Heng who had the Realm of Momentum with even greater strength, he was quickly overwhelmed and could only suffer the beating.

Zhou Heng was careful with his strength, enough to cause Ying Bingfeng pain but not to threaten his life; hence, the Restriction on his body was never triggered again, despite his continuous screams of agony.

Everyone was speechless. Zhou Heng was too strong, daring to beat up the young master of the Ying Family!

This wedding was truly a joke. The bride willingly abducted, the groom beaten up by the abductor, yet the spectators were thoroughly entertained. Most were from the Imperial Capital, naturally bearing no good will towards the high and mighty young master of the Ying Family, their sympathies lying with Zhou Heng.

Moreover, with Ying Bingfeng previously unleashing the Purple Bell without any concern for the lives around him, he naturally became the public enemy. If not for the fear of his identity, they would have swarmed him and hacked him to death long ago.

Watching Zhou Heng beat Ying Bingfeng mercilessly, many were cheering inwardly, cursing the bastard for daring to force the Flower of the Imperial Capital into marriage with him!

Soon, Ying Bingfeng lost consciousness. Zhou Heng casually threw him aside, thinking that it was indeed improper to kill in front of such a crowd, but he and Ying Bingfeng were mortal enemies, and he would find an opportunity to kill him in secret!

"My man, take me away!" Xiao Huoshui wrapped her arms around Zhou Heng’s neck, clinging to his chest and refusing to leave, her enticing eyes watery and seductive.

Zhou Heng nodded without paying attention to anyone else, and with a spring in his step, he activated Swift Cloud Radiant Step. In an instant, he had traveled dozens of miles before finding an inn to settle down in. After all, he couldn’t keep roaming around with this stunning creature. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian.com to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)