Chapter Seventy-Fifth: Severely Beating Ding Mian

  Linghu Chong handed the heavy sword to Dongfang Bubai and said, "Dong brother, I'm going to teach those beasts from Mount Songshan a lesson. Can you hold onto this sword for me first?"

  He finished speaking, and Linghu Chong flipped his body off the roof, glancing at Ding Kuan with a slanted gaze. He sneered: "So you're that Ding Kuan, known as the leader of the Mount Song Thirteen Guardians? It turns out you're just another scoundrel who only knows how to bully women and children. What's wrong? Your expression seems unhappy; did I say something wrong? Not only do the Mount Song Sect bully women and children, but they also bully old men? The weak, the elderly, women, and children are all targets for your sect to show off their power?"

  Ding Yan, as the leader of the Songshan Sect, held a very high position in the Jianghu. When had he ever been ridiculed like this? His lungs were about to burst with rage, and he couldn't help but want to slap this foul-mouthed guy to death.

  Although filled with anger, Ding Mian was after all the second-in-command of the Songshan Sect and still had some composure, not having lost his rationality. This masked man dared to humiliate the Songshan Sect in front of so many Jianghu people, he must have had some backing, otherwise how could he dare do such a thing? Just now when he shot and injured Madame Liu, although the Jianghu heroes were furious in their hearts, they did not dare speak out, only Ding Yitian and Yue Buqun came forward to mediate, showing that the Songshan Sect's prestige was still not something anyone dared offend.

  Ding forced down his anger, his face sinking as he said: "Who exactly are you, and why do you speak such insults about my Songshan Sect? If you don't give me an explanation today, I'm afraid I'll have to use your blood to wash away this shame."

  "The old master comes and goes alone, without a gate or a sect. He walks without changing his name, sits without changing his surname. His surname is Li, his given name is Lao, that's all." Linghu Chong changed his tone of voice, speaking in a rough tone: "The old master has always been straightforward, seeking truth from facts. To say you are beasts is an insult to beasts, you bunch of scum are not even as good as beasts."

  "This Liu fellow was originally not related to me, and I would have been happy to watch the show if you wanted to deal with him. But I didn't expect you bunch of beasts to be so inhumane, taking advantage of your superior position and still resorting to such despicable tactics as threatening his wife and children. I really can't bear to watch this."

  Linghu Chong pretended to be disdainful, curling his lip and saying: "Among the many famous Jianghu figures present, only Dingyi Shitai of the Hengshan Sect and Mr. Yue are worthy of my admiration; the rest are just a bunch of cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong, losing face for us Jianghu knights."

  "You old geezer, you've got a big dog's gall, daring to oppose the Songshan Sect! Believe it or not, I'll wipe out your whole family!" A sharp-mouthed and pointed-chinned second-generation disciple of the Songshan Sect stepped forward and shouted loudly.

  "I'm going to wipe you out!" Linghu Chong didn't say another word, and with a swift movement of his Lingbo Micro Step, he flashed in front of him, using all his palm strength to slap him flying dozens of meters away, heavily crashing into the outer wall.

  This unlucky guy directly fell into the wall, seven holes bleeding, finally revealing the last terror on his face, opening his mouth but unable to speak, and died without any suspense.

  "There are indeed some who have the audacity, a small fry from the Mount Sung sect dares to scold me, truly not knowing life or death." Linghu Chong took out a silk handkerchief from his bosom and carefully wiped his right hand, as if he had just swatted a stinky insect and gotten his hand dirty.

  It's not that Linghu Chong is heartless and ruthless, but this guy is a typical lackey. Earlier, he led a group of Mount Song Sect disciples to bully the Liu family's servants in the backyard, relying on his connections to act arrogant and domineering. This kind of person is exactly what Linghu Chong hates the most, so naturally, he wouldn't give him the chance to harm innocent people.

  "Li Di, you dare to kill a disciple of Mount Song Sect!"

  Ding Meng's face turned red with rage, his lungs almost bursting. Linghu Chong had actually dared to take out a Mount Song disciple right in front of him - this was an outright slap in the face, making him feel worse than if he'd eaten feces.

  "It was nothing, just your father I killed. What's the big deal about getting rid of a few useless beasts who waste food? Are you looking for a fight? Come on, bring it on!" Linghu Chong said, tauntingly wagging his finger at Ding Mian.

  Ding Mian, as the leader of the Songshan faction, was known in Jianghu as "Tuo Ta Shou". His status was so high that he had never been humiliated like this before. With so many big shots from Jianghu watching, if he couldn't cleanly and efficiently get rid of this annoying guy in front of him, it would spread the word that Ding Mian would become the biggest laughing stock in Jianghu.

  Ding Meng shouted angrily and directly launched an attack on Linghu Chong. Although the long sword in his hand had just been thrown out, it didn't matter. The Songyang Palm of the Songshan School was also unparalleled in the world. Ding Meng was known as the "Tuo Ta Shou" (Piggyback Hand), and his palm technique was naturally extremely powerful.

  Linghu Chong had been holding back his anger for a long time and was about to take it out on him, so he didn't dodge or evade, but instead went straight at him with a fierce collision. The two of them clashed fiercely in a palm strike. However, the result shocked the onlookers, including the Jianghu big shots, who almost wet their pants. Everyone only heard a "crack" sound, and Ding Meng's right hand was twisted and deformed like a bamboo branch. He stumbled backward several steps, his body shaking violently.

  The entire group of Jianghu big shots were shocked, what the hell is going on? One of the strongest orthodox experts, Ding Mian, was slapped flying by an unknown masked man. This scene is so similar to the one where Ding Mian slapped Flying Master Dingshi earlier, only with the roles reversed.

  Ding Mian's mouth was filled with blood, but he swallowed it back, his face looking as if he had eaten something disgusting. He couldn't believe that this masked man's martial arts skills were so high, and that he could break his arm, which was considered the pinnacle of martial arts, with such ease. It was likely that he had already surpassed the peak and entered the realm of the absolute masters.

  Ding Yan's left hand grasped his right wrist joint, and with two cracking sounds, he adjusted the position. The bones returned to their original place. His face was ashen, knowing that he had lost face today, but he didn't have the ability to regain it. He couldn't win a fight, nor could he reason it out.

  He clenched his still-trembling right hand, his face stern and his voice loud: "Your martial arts skills are impressive, you must not be a nobody. Yet, you refuse to show your true face, I won't force it. However, Liu Zhengfeng's retirement from the Golden Basin is an internal matter of our Five Mountains Sword Sect. If you insist on intervening, it would be contemptuous towards us. Our sect will not let this slide."

  "You think you can take me down? Come on, hit me! You're just a small fry, how can you represent the Five Mountains Sword Sect? Do you think I'm afraid of you? If you've got guts, try hitting me again."

  Yue Buqun's disciples looked at each other in anxiety, and Linghu Chong said: "I'm not familiar with that Liu Zhengfeng, you can do whatever you want, but I hate it when people use such despicable means to coerce their opponents. So Liu Zhengfeng's wife and children are under my protection now, if you dare touch a hair on them, I'll cut off a piece of your flesh. Now let the person go!"

  Ding Mian had no choice but to lower his head, and with a gesture, he signaled the Mount Song disciples to release Liu Zhengfeng's son. Meanwhile, Yue Buqun and DIng Yitai also rushed forward to help Mrs. Liu by sealing her acupoints to stop the bleeding.

  Fortunately, the masked man in front of him, who was extremely powerful and possibly a peerless master, seemed to be unfamiliar with Liu Zhengfeng. This was for the better; first, get rid of this great hidden danger, Liu Zhengfeng. As for his wife and children, they were not worth worrying about, so just let them go for now.

  "Liu Zhengfeng, you still haven't let my brother Fei go. If you bring back the head of Qu Yang within a month, we, the Songshan Sect, will let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, you are a traitor to the Five Mountains Sword Sect and there will be no place for you in this world. You can take your own life." Ding Mian shouted at Liu Zhengfeng.

  Liu Zhengfeng was now disheartened and demoralized. If he were to kill Qu Yang, he would never be able to do it. But if he didn't kill him, his entire family might end up dead with no place to rest their bones. After all, there were many powerful figures from the Jianghu present today, and Mount Song Sect would have some reservations. Once Zhong Haojie left, who would stop Mount Song Sect's experts from taking revenge?

  Forget it, I'd rather sacrifice my own life for the safety of my family.

  Liu Zheng released Fei Bin's neck, let out a few mournful laughs and said loudly: "I, Liu Zheng, stand with my head held high and my feet firmly on the ground. I have no shame before heaven and earth, nor do I have any shame before the Jianghu code of honor. If you want me to kill the only person who knows me, it's absolutely impossible. Now, I will use what little life is left in me to settle this matter once and for all."

  Liu Zhengfeng said, and actually raised his hand to heavily slap his own dantian. He was going to cut off his heart pulse. Linghu Chong was shocked and pale, "Damn it! I've been lying on the roof for half a day because of you, my butt hurts and my chicken is also hurting. If you die like this, wouldn't all my efforts be in vain?"

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