Supreme Divine Physician in the City
Chapter 404 So thrilling, so satisfying...

Chapter 404: Chapter 404 So thrilling, so satisfying...

"Bro-in-law, that was soul-sapping, totally soul-sapping! Awesome!"

Qin Haonan clapped excitedly from the side, cheering.

Qiao San lay on the ground, dazed and totally bewildered, his face sporting a bright red handprint that perfectly embodied the phrase "Soul Demolishing!"

"Holy shit! Am I dreaming? Did this kid just knock down Third Master with one palm?"

"No, no, this can’t be right! My eyes must be playing tricks on me! It’s an illusion!"

"This guy’s too violent! I just remembered, my mom’s calling me to come home for dinner..."

"There’s a storm brewing, I need to head home to bring in the laundry..."

The several underlings nearby, who were previously full of anger, were now gaping in shock, stunned by Ye Xuan’s thunderous palm.

They gulped and glanced towards the door, quietly edging towards the exit, actually thinking of abandoning Qiao San and sneakily slipping away!

Damn, didn’t they see that even Third Master Qiao was slapped down? For these little shrimps to stick around was simply courting death.

Ye Xuan ignored them, raised his hand to pat Qin Haonan’s shoulder, and gestured for him to let go quickly.

"Oh, bro-in-law, please..."

Qin Haonan caught on, grinned slyly, quickly let go, and made a welcoming gesture.

Ye Xuan walked straight toward Qiao San.

"How does it feel? Didn’t you want a taste of the Soul Demolishing Palm? How’s the flavor, soul-sapping enough for you? Feeling good?"

Looking down from above at Qiao San, Ye Xuan’s lips curled into a mocking smile as he asked nonchalantly.

"I feel good your motherfucker!"

Qiao San rose in a furious rage, his eyes a blazing red filled with insane murderous intent.

He’d never suffered such humiliation. Before his own men, he was slapped to the ground by a snot-nosed brat. The humiliation had to be washed away with blood!

"Go to hell!"

Pulling out a Rhein Country military knife from his bosom, Qiao San roared and lunged straight for Ye Xuan’s abdomen.

This move was so sudden, it took everyone present by surprise!

"Bro-in-law, be careful!"

Qin Haonan’s face changed dramatically as he yelled out urgently.

"Heh, wait to collect your brother-in-law’s corpse!"

Qiao San had a fierce grin on his face, the distance was very close, plus his burst of speed at that moment convinced him Ye Xuan couldn’t dodge.

Indeed, that seemed to be the case, as Ye Xuan appeared to stand ’stupidly’ there, as if petrified by the attack!

Seeing this momentum, those underlings who had almost reached the door stopped immediately to cheer for and encourage Qiao San.

"Third Master, go for it! Kill the kid!"

"Third Master will triumph!"

"Third Master, you’re my idol..."

A few people stood there waving flags and shouting as if they truly idolized Qiao San, causing Qiao San’s face to instantly draw in black lines.

Damn, this bunch of idiots, good for nothing but spoiling things!

Qiao San cursed inwardly, deciding to deal with these deserters after he took care of Ye Xuan.

"Bro-in-law, you’re my idol too, make a miraculous comeback!"

Seeing the other ’fans’ shouting, Qin Haonan wouldn’t be outdone and began to drum up support for Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan was speechless. How had he never noticed before that this kid was such a gem?

He shook his head and refocused his gaze back on Qiao San, who was charging with a knife, his eyes growing cold.

Would Ye Xuan be scared stiff?

Of course not!

He didn’t dodge because such an attack was beneath his notice and couldn’t harm him.

Swoosh!

Ye Xuan’s right foot shot out like lightning, striking Qiao San in the chest, sending him flying, and crashing to the ground like a dead dog.

As Qiao San shot through the air, Ye Xuan quickly caught up, not giving him a chance to catch his breath. He lifted his size 43 foot and stamped it directly down onto Qiao San’s face.

Crack!

A soft crunching sound followed, as a mouthful of dentures spilled from Qiao San’s mouth, utterly crushed by Ye Xuan’s foot, falling to the ground.

"Howl... Pu!"

Qiao San’s mouth opened to a pained scream, and just as he opened it, he spat out a mouthful of broken teeth, mixed with bloodstains, and spewed out bloody spittle.

Moreover, on both sides of his face, large shoe prints remained, with blood streaming from both nostrils, a pitiful sight!

"How’s that? How does my Soul Demolishing Kick taste?"

Looking at the bloodied Qiao San, Ye Xuan asked with a playful sneer on his face.

"You little punk, do you know who my boss is? If you offend me, you’re definitely dead!"

Qiao San stared fiercely at Ye Xuan, his tone filled with threats.

"Oh? Still threatening me? Seems you haven’t had quite enough soul demolishing; let me give you another taste!"

Ye Xuan said indifferently, with no intention of being polite to this local ruffian.

Having said that, he moved his foot from the face and stamped again on the other’s knife-wielding right hand, rubbing hard with his sole.

Crack!

A sound of bones snapping came from the wrist.

With that one stamp, Qiao San’s wrist was broken, unable to hold onto the military knife any longer, which dropped to the ground with a clang.

"Ah... Kid, you’re dead! My boss is Xing Shanhu of East City, he won’t let you get away with this."

Qiao San screamed in agony, his face distorted with pain as he rolled on the ground, still shouting fiercely.

"Xing Shanhu?"

Hearing the name, Ye Xuan appeared startled, then a playful smile spread across his lips, he said lightly, "So, your boss is Xing Shanhu?"

"Hmph, you scared now, huh? If you know what’s good for you, you’ll kneel down and apologize now. Otherwise, your death will be ugly."

Qiao San snorted coldly, thinking that Ye Xuan was intimidated, and a ferocious look flashed in his eyes.

Thinking to himself about how he would deal with Ye Xuan, this kid had made him suffer so much that he could not simply let it slide.

"So what?"

Ye Xuan asked nonchalantly in response, even if Xing Shanhu personally showed up, upon seeing him, the man would have to kneel down and call him brother.

This guy still thought too highly of himself, clutching at straws, trying to threaten him? Ridiculously laughable!

Uh...

Qiao San’s facial expression froze for a moment, as he didn’t expect Ye Xuan to remain so calm upon hearing Xing Shanhu’s name.

Could this kid be a clueless fool?

While Qiao San was zoning out, Ye Xuan stomped again, this time landing on the ribs of Qiao San’s chest.

Crack!

Crack!

Several snapping sounds followed, and with that one kick, Qiao San had at least five or six ribs broken.

"Ow... My boss is Xing Shanhu... He won’t let this slide! You little punk, your death will be terrible, you won’t die a good death..."

Qiao San screamed frantically, still being disrespectful in the hopes that the mention of Xing Shanhu’s name could suppress Ye Xuan.

"Damn it! Still howling here? Take my Soul Demolishing Palm and Soul Demolishing Kick together, I’ll make sure you feel heavenly!"

Ye Xuan grinned wickedly and went on a spree of punches and kicks at Qiao San.

Bang bang bang, he was beaten black and blue, constantly howling in pain, completely losing his fight.

"Spare me, big brother... I won’t act tough anymore, please let me go... You’re my elder brother, no, you’re my grandfather..."

Qiao San’s heart filled with terror, no longer able to endure the torment of Ye Xuan’s torture, he begged pitifully.

"Now is it enough soul demolishing? Does it feel good?" Ye Xuan asked casually.

"So soul demolishing, so good..."

Qiao San clutched his stomach and rolled around, with blood gushing from his nose and mouth, yet still he had to cry out how good it felt.

Only he could truly appreciate this suffocating feeling of despair, nearly suffocated to death.

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