Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

The next moment, Liu Xiaoxiao instinctively closed her eyes. She could totally imagine what Zhu Bufan would become next? And what would she become?

But she was unable to do anything at all, she didn't even have the strength to run.

Looking at those bright and shiny cleavers, Liu Xiaoxiao's entire body was terrified and went limp.

Even when Zhu Bufan held her and placed her on that chair, she just slumped there as if her vitality had been sucked away by a demon. She felt incredibly weak.

The instant she closed her eyes, a series of "crackling and smashing" sounds erupted.

Thirty seconds later.

Those five blondies were sprawled all over the place - some hanging upside down from a big tree not far from the pavilion, some simply collapsing on the ground with faces swollen and bruised, others sent flying and landing at the feet of the long-haired youth.

All five of the blond hooligans were moaning non-stop. Clearly, Zhu Bufan had given them an exceptionally brutal thrashing.

The long-haired youth stared in shock at his groaning subordinates on the ground, hardly believing his own eyes because it all happened too quickly, practically in the blink of an eye.

The rouge woman and the brawny man also watched with deep astonishment, their mouths agape in surprise, forgetting their pain. Only now did they realize just how formidable this man who had appeared out of nowhere was.

The five blond punks were utterly defeated by this kid in less than a minute - this was simply a monstrous existence!

"Big... Big Bro, I was wrong!" The long-haired youth came back to his senses, immediately knelt before Zhu Bufan's feet, and yelled loudly.

His attitude was extremely respectful! It was as if he was even more cordial than if he were facing his own father.

"You made a mistake, eh!" Zhu Bufan watched the long-haired youth with interest.

"Yeah! I made a mistake, I beg you to let me go like a fart." The long-haired youth was incredibly humble, incredibly respectful.

"Slap..." A slap sounded.

"Do you know why I hit you?" Zhu Bufan looked at the long-haired youth and said.

"I did something wrong!" The long-haired youth replied.

"Slap..." Another slap struck the long-haired youth's face.

"What did you do wrong?" Zhu Bufan asked.

"I shouldn't have brought people to trouble you!" The long-haired youth replied.

"Slap..."

Another slap resounded.

"Ah!" Zhu Bufan sighed.

"I shouldn't have condoned my brother and sister-in-law doing bad deeds!" the youth said.

"Slap slap..." Two slaps sounded.

"Master, I really did wrong, I have money, I'll give it all to you, can you let me go?" The pain on his face made the long-haired youth's eyes nearly turn green. If he continued to be slapped like this by Zhu Bufan, his face would probably swell up like a balloon.

"You really don't know where you went wrong?" Zhu Bufan asked doubtfully.

Hearing Zhu Bufan's dubious question, the long-haired youth showed a very innocent and frustrated look.

You're probably going to slap me no matter what I say is wrong!

So, the long-haired youth simply stopped talking.

"Slap slap..."

Two more slaps were viciously delivered onto the long-haired youth's face.

"Alright, I'll tell you what you did wrong. You shouldn't bully others because you think you have power. You shouldn't, right from the start, blame others without asking for the clear facts," Zhu Bufan said in a manner akin to an elder lecturing a child.

The long-haired youth was about to utter 'yes' in response, but then it occurred to him that if he did, Zhu Bufan might slap him twice more, which would be a loss he couldn't afford.

So, he never actually managed to say the 'yes'.

At this time, Liu Xiaoxiao had already opened her eyes.

The reason she opened her eyes to look was that she was still extremely worried about Zhu Bufan. After all, he had gotten into this trouble because of her, so she was very concerned.

However, as soon as she opened her eyes, she was stunned.

Seeing those yellow-haired thugs lying scattered on the ground, groaning in pain, and the long-haired youth kneeling reverently on the ground, letting Zhu Bufan slap his face, she rubbed her eyes, unable to believe that what she was seeing was real.

This completely overturned her perception of reality.

Five yellow-haired youths armed with machetes couldn't take down Zhu Bufan, who was unarmed.

Is this? Am I watching a martial arts TV drama?

The rouged woman and the big man watched as Zhu Bufan dominantly slapped their brother. Their mouths twitched repeatedly, their bodies trembling uncontrollably with fear, not daring to make a sound, not even breathing too loudly, for fear that even the slightest noise would attract the attention of Zhu Bufan, the Demon, and then they'd end up following in their brother's footsteps.

"Look at this, my hand hurts from slapping your face, and since you said you have money, alright, just give me something like ten or eighty thousand for medical expenses!" Zhu Bufan raised his hand and blew on it as if it truly hurt.

The corner of the long-haired youth's mouth twitched. What do you mean your hand hurts from slapping my face? Damn it, can you be any more shameless? Can't you see how swollen my face is?

Damn it! Although the long-haired youth had cursed Zhu Bufan's ancestors a thousand and two hundred times in his heart, despite his helplessness, he did not dare to show any dissent on his face or in his words.

"Master, you're right; I'll compensate you right away for the medical expenses," the long-haired youth replied respectfully.

Then he took out his phone and opened the payment app.

"Slap..." Another slap landed on his face.

The long-haired youth's face almost turned green; did he make another mistake?

"Hmm! Young man, not bad! It seems my long lecture wasn't in vain. These two slaps are your reward," Zhu Bufan said encouragingly.

"Thank you for your teaching, Master," the long-haired youth said, filled with rage inside but powerless to do anything.

Zhu Bufan nodded in satisfaction, then turned and walked towards Liu Xiaoxiao.

The moment Zhu Bufan turned around, the long-haired youth's mouth twisted into a ferocious smile. He immediately stood up from the ground, took out a fruit knife from his chest, and stabbed it directly towards Zhu Bufan's back.

"Ah..." Liu Xiaoxiao let out a scream when she saw this unfold.

However, the fruit knife didn't bury itself in Zhu Bufan's back as the long-haired youth had hoped.

"Ah..." A scream of agony sounded.

Then they saw the long-haired youth's arm chopped off by Zhu Bufan with that very fruit knife, blood flowing incessantly onto the ground.

In a short time, the entire ground was stained red.

At this moment, the long-haired youth looked on with sheer terror in his eyes, unable to comprehend where he had failed.

He thought he had chosen the right moment; how come it wasn't Zhu Bufan who had been killed, but his own arm that had been chopped off?

The long-haired youth couldn't figure it out.

"Heh-heh, I guessed you wouldn't stay put!" Zhu Bufan's mouth curved into a cold smirk.

When he was fiercely slapping the long-haired youth's face, even though the youth was continuously begging for mercy, his eyes remained calm, not even shifting his gaze.

Zhu Bufan knew that the long-haired youth was someone who could endure a great deal; he was enduring for the sake of finding an opportunity.

And by turning around, presenting his back to him, Zhu Bufan had given him that chance.