Top-tier Unruly Master

[Today is a bit late, two chapters are released together, including the Lunar New Year gift...]

"Hehe...Red Spider's assassin, merely so-so..." Jin Sanniang followed her strange laugh with those words.

Zhunxing's expression became solemn at this moment.

The two subordinates he had brought were elites in the Assassin realm. The person who could kick two elite assassins to death with a single foot was definitely no ordinary individual.

"Esteemed senior, I wonder in what way Red Spider has offended you..." Zhunxing said, respectfully performing the martial artist's salute toward the Elder.

Bang...

Before Zhunxing could finish his words, the Elder's figure blurred. Zhunxing only felt a blur before his eyes, and then he stumbled and fell straight to the ground.

Zhunxing suddenly felt intense pain in his right leg. When he looked down, he found that the Elder had just kicked and broken his right leg.

"Hehe... Zhunxing, how does it feel to have your leg broken? Refreshing, right?" Jin Sanniang commented from the side.

The Elder stood with his hands behind his back, glancing at Zhunxing. "Jin Sanniang, kill him."

Jin Sanniang did not dare to disrespect the Elder at this time. She nodded respectfully at him and then with a flick of her wrist, a short blade appeared in her hand.

The door of the bar had already been closed, and that terrifyingly abnormal Elder was right beside him. With his right leg broken, Zhunxing knew that tonight's event could only end with his death.

"Jin Sanniang, if you dare to lay a hand on Red Spider today, be sure that someone will settle this account for us," Zhunxing said.

After hearing Zhunxing's words, Jin Sanniang laughed again. "You speak as if someone's really scared... The one you're talking about wouldn't happen to be the one named Ding Fan, would it?"

Zhunxing was startled—he hadn't expected Jin Sanniang to know of Ding Fan.

"Let me tell you, Zhunxing, the reason you're being killed today is precisely because of the man you mentioned. He dared to offend a senior from Three Flames Gate and is utterly oblivious to his impending death. I'll let you die understanding everything. Not just you, but your sister and the entire Red Spider will be exterminated—all because of Ding Fan..."

Zhunxing snorted lightly. "Jin Sanniang, rest assured, Brother Fan will definitely avenge us. You think Three Flames Gate can keep you safe? Sooner or later, Brother Fan will annihilate Three Flames Gate along with you!"

Zhunxing said this not to scare Jin Sanniang; he had absolute confidence in his newly acknowledged big brother.

A person in his twenties who could kill an Earth Level expert—how could such a character's future be limited?

"Haha, you are quite loyal to that Ding Fan..." At this time, Jin Sanniang licked her lips gently with her tongue, playing with the dagger in her hand.

"Zhunxing, I'm giving you a chance now. Just say Ding Fan is a 'turtle son of a bitch,' and I'll grant you a quick death. Otherwise, I will slice your flesh off piece by piece, making you die in unbearable pain!"

Zhunxing's brows furrowed. "Despicable villain!"

Swish...

Jin Sanniang's dagger swiftly moved, shearing off one of Zhunxing's ears.

Although in excruciating pain, Zhunxing merely clenched his teeth and endured. Blood flowed down from the root of his ear, soon staining the front of his clothes red.

"Zhunxing, just say that Ding Fan is a 'turtle son of a bitch,' and I'll let you die quickly. Or else, with the next cut, I'm going for your nose..."

As she spoke, Jin Sanniang let out a strange giggle.

"Keep dreaming, Jin Sanniang. Even as a ghost, I won't let you off," Zhunxing coldly said to Jin Sanniang.

"Won't let me off even as a ghost?" Jin Sanniang toyed with the short blade in her hand. "Too bad you won't even have the chance to become a ghost! In a moment, I'll cut the flesh from your body bit by bit, and you'll die in agony!"

"Fuck your mother!" Zhunxing spat fiercely at Jin Sanniang.

Since Jin Sanniang was quite close to Zhunxing, she failed to dodge in time! The spit landed square on her face.

Jin Sanniang hurriedly wiped the spit off her face, and her expression darkened to the extreme. "I'll cut out your tongue first—you refuse to speak anyway. After this, you'll have nothing more to say!"

Jin Sanniang approached, and although Zhunxing wanted to struggle, his leg was broken, and Jin Sanniang, a very skilled assassin, easily broke both of his arms after just a brief struggle.

"Today, I will cut out your tongue!" As Jin Sanniang spoke, she grabbed Zhunxing's mouth, and her dagger moved straight toward it.

Once the dagger was in his mouth, all Jin Sanniang needed to do was stir it, and the tongue would be severed.

At that moment, Zhunxing became utterly desperate.

With both his legs and arms broken, now at the mercy of Jin Sanniang, there was no chance for survival! The most pathetic part was that he couldn't even hope for a quick death now.

Just as Jin Sanniang's dagger was about to reach Zhunxing's mouth...

Boom!... Whoosh...

A loud noise suddenly erupted.

The sound came so unexpectedly that even Jin Sanniang was startled by it.

Jin Sanniang turned around to look, and when she was able to see clearly, she started to question if there was something wrong with her eyes.

By then, the bar's door, which had already been closed, was unexpectedly sent flying off its hinges, resulting in a large fissure at the entrance. At that moment, the bar's doorway was shrouded in dust and smoke, yet amidst that murky threshold, a figure stood firm.

"Release him!" An ice-cold, merciless voice came from the silhouette at the door.

By then, Jin Sanniang indeed felt an overwhelming murderous intent. It was as if she had blades against her back, the chills causing even her scalp to tingle. And all these sensations were emanating from the figure standing in the doorway.

"How dare you fake such bravado to this extent! You're seeking death..."

The thought of the old Taoist to her side acting as her support emboldened Jin Sanniang to forcibly calm herself down.

Smack...

Just as Jin Sanniang regained her composure, the figure at the door suddenly vanished and, following that, she was slapped across the face.

The slap was not weak, and Jin Sanniang was spun a full three hundred sixty degrees before toppling to the ground in an ungainly heap.

Witnessing this scene, the elder Taoist's gaze sharpened slightly.

He had watched the scene clear as day; there must have been at least five to six meters from the doorway to where Jin Sanniang stood, yet the newcomer had covered that distance in an instant with just a flicker of movement.

Putting everything else aside, this alone made the movement technique used quite remarkable.

Meanwhile, the slapped Jin Sanniang was quick-witted in her response. She somersaulted on the ground and, with her hair disheveled and her head, which had been struck to resemble a pig's, shaking uncontrollably, she made her way behind the elder Taoist.

"Elder, help me take my revenge..."

As soon as Jin Sanniang's words came out, her teeth began to fall out of her mouth... Now Jin Sanniang looked just like those green-faced, fanged monsters from "Journey to the West," and she didn't even need makeup!

"Brother Fan..." Zhunxing's tears started falling at once.

From the moment Ding Fan spoke, Zhunxing had recognized him. He had thought that he was doomed to die that day, but, to his surprise, at the very last moment, Ding Fan had come to his rescue.

Ding Fan glanced at Zhunxing. "The suffering you've endured, I'll make them pay back a thousandfold!"

After uttering those words, Ding Fan slowly lifted his head, a surge of killing intent flashing through his eyes.

"So you're that damned Ding Fan! Elder Lu, kill him now!" Jin Sanniang blurted out, her face a mess of snot and tears.

However, now missing teeth, her words came out garbled and whistling.

The elder Taoist, however, seemed as if he hadn't heard Jin Sanniang at all. He scrutinized Ding Fan from top to bottom.

"So you're Ding Fan."

Having slain several Martial Artists from the Three Flames Gate, Ding Fan should possess significant cultivation indeed. Yet, Elder Lu failed to sense any fluctuation from Ding Fan's Inner Strength.

Elder Lu was well-experienced and quickly surmised that Ding Fan must possess a Magic Artifact capable of concealing his cultivation.

Despite not being sure of Ding Fan's level of cultivation, Elder Lu didn't have any hesitation; Ding Fan was barely in his early twenties—no matter how skilled, how formidable could he possibly be?

"Yes, who are you to challenge me? Name yourself," Ding Fan asked indifferently.

"Hmph..." The elder Taoist let out a light snort. "You're quite arrogant. But let's see if you can keep that up in a while. You're not worthy of knowing my name, but it doesn't matter. I'll let you know who's hand you'll die by. My name is Lu Zhentian, Great Protector of the Three Flames Gate!"

"The members of the Three Flames Gate sure know how to boast! The ones I killed from your sect all acted just like you!" Ding Fan said disdainfully.

"Brat, how insolent!"

Lu Zhentian moved swiftly, sending a palm strike directly at Ding Fan's face.

Ding Fan might have outwardly scorned Lu Zhentian, but he had already locked onto him with his Divine Sense.

Earlier, Ding Fan had already probed with his Divine Sense and determined that Lu Zhentian was at the Human Level Peak, a caliber of opponent that deserved serious attention from Ding Fan.

At that moment, as Lu Zhentian closed the gap, Ding Fan could feel the significant might behind his palm strike, enough that perhaps even a stele couldn't withstand such a blow.

But thinking of Zhunxing, who had been cruelly tortured to an unrecognizable degree, made Ding Fan's pride soar. He neither dodged nor evaded, instead meeting Lu Zhentian's palm strike head-on.

If the opponent sought to oppress the weak, then Ding Fan intended to show Lu Zhentian who was truly powerful, to see what real strength meant!

Lu Zhentian never expected Ding Fan to choose a head-on collision. He felt a wave of pride in his heart. Having once encountered a stroke of fortune, Lu Zhentian's Inner Strength was denser than that of Martial Artists at a normal cultivation level. Below the Human Rank, he boasted that in a contest of Inner Strength, he had no rival.

In Lu Zhentian's view, Ding Fan's decision to face him directly was tantamount to suicide!

"Kid, you're going to die!" Lu Zhentian spurred on his Inner Strength, intending to use just one palm strike to completely shatter Ding Fan.

One strike to claim victory~! !!