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Chapter 157 Chapter 156 What did you say? I can't hear you!
Chapter 157 Chapter 156 What did you say? I can't hear you!
Hei Long, wielding the Mountain-splitting Knife, exuded a fierce aura that would usually leave most people trembling all over, not even daring to look him directly in the eye.
But who was Ye Ling? He was once the Immortal Emperor who ruled over the Nine Heavens. Others always trembled in his presence. Even when he descended into the Yellow Springs and entered the Nine Nether, when had he ever felt a trace of fear?
Roar!
With a loud roar, Hei Long was boosting his own morale and trying to pressure Ye Ling. There was great significance behind this roar.
Hei Long, bellowing loudly, had already mercilessly swung his Mountain-splitting Knife towards Ye Ling's head, his eyes flashing with a ferocious intent and a satisfied expression.
He seemed to have already seen Ye Ling, like a fallen War God, being felled by his own blade, lying in a pool of blood—a tragic sight.
Suddenly, the Ye Ling before Hei Long's eyes vanished, disappearing magically. Hei Long was startled, but the Mountain-splitting Knife he had swung was already coming down by inertia.
Clang! The blade struck the ground, sparking embers, though full of grandeur.
However, the onlookers all widened their eyes in terror, for behind Hei Long, Ye Ling stood with a chilling smile on his face.
Thwack, he kicked out a foot, and Hei Long, who had yet to regain his balance, was sent tumbling to the ground by this powerful blow, landing face first. In a way, Hei Long's disfigurement was akin to a cosmetic surgery.
"Hei Long, today I'm going to turn you into a black worm!"
"To call you a black bear spirit would be too kind, wouldn't it? Why are you so touchy?"
"Speak! Are you pleased or not? Are you?"
"Black Bear Spirit! Answer me quickly!"
While speaking, Ye Ling pulled out a chair from nearby. The chairs in the Imperial Dynasty Disco were made of solid wood, quite heavy indeed. Ordinary people could lift them but swinging them would definitely be strenuous.
In contrast, with every sentence from Ye Ling came a blow with the chair, resembling scenes from a Stephen Chow movie.
"What did you say? I can't hear you, louder!"
"Grapes? What about your mother grapes? Oh sorry, I misspoke, is it 'black bear spirit'? 'Your mother black bear'?"
Bang, a chair smashed onto Hei Long's nose, blood splattered everywhere, and his already sinister face now looked even more ghoulish.
"Hey, hey, I agree, stop hitting me!" Hei Long guarded against Ye Ling's unpredictable beating.
Bang, another chair came down as Ye Ling danced around on his feet as if he were dancing: "What did you say? I can't hear you!"
"Who's the black bear spirit?"
"Me! I am the black bear spirit!" Hei Long was on the verge of tears. In all his years roaming the jianghu, when had he ever encountered such an eccentric and ruthless opponent?
"Is the Black Bear Spirit handsome?" Another blow with the chair from Ye Ling almost caused Hei Long internal bleeding.
Hei Long was stunned. Was the Black Bear Spirit handsome or not? Just then, he saw Ye Ling's arm raised high, and he immediately waved his hands in terror: "Not handsome, not as handsome as you!"
Bang, another chair came crashing down, Hei Long's nose was flattened, looking extremely pitiful. Where was the once imposing big brother? The members of Hei Long Gang around him trembled, not daring to move as they watched their boss being beaten to such a state.
"You're lying! Tell me, if you're not handsome, then why would the Guanyin Bodhisattva invite you to guard Luojia Mountain!" Ye Ling, shaking his body, casually hit with another chair.
Bang, everyone's heart raced with the movement of the chair, their eyes filled with deep terror as they looked at Ye Ling, a chill spreading through their hearts.
Hei Long was completely bewildered, too bullied for words. You call me the black bear spirit and I tolerate it, but then you ask this kind of question and even bring up Journey to the West?
How the hell would I know why the Guanyin Bodhisattva wanted the Black Bear Spirit to guard Luojia Mountain?
"Ah! Save big bro, watch as I chop you alive!" A loyal Hei Long Gang underling could no longer hold back, snapped out of his stunned state, and charged at Ye Ling.
Ye Ling sneered in contempt, twisted his body 180 degrees, and delivered a beautiful back kick, sending the attacker sprawling under a table, curled up like a shrimp.
Bang, it was another chair, crashing straight into Hei Long's face. Hei Long was dumbfounded, why, why hit me again!
"Why! Why did you let your men sneak attack me!" Ye Ling replied with another chair. It was just that Hei Long had a thick hide, otherwise anyone else would have been out cold by now.
Hei Long cried, really cried. The boss who had been ruling the streets for over a decade, who killed without batting an eyelid, actually shed tears, dropping onto the floor drip by drip.
"Big bro! I really didn't know, please let me go!" Hei Long pleaded like a child, it wasn't fair to bully someone like this.
Yet Ye Ling just coldly snorted, "Humph, speak up, I can't hear you!"
Bang, another chair, and Hei Long felt little birds circling his head, utterly bamboozled. He swore that coming to the Imperial Dynasty Disco today was the biggest mistake of his life.
Hei Long didn't speak again; say or not, he was going to get beaten, and speaking only meant more pain. Forget it, let the storm rage more fiercely, there was no escaping this disaster anyway.
But Ye Ling just let out a deep sigh, "Phew, finally got all that anger out of my system, that feels good."
As he spoke, Ye Ling abruptly realized something, quickly pulled the blood-stained Hei Long up from the ground: "Yo, Black Bear spirit bro, why are you lying down? Get up quickly, the floor is dirty and cold."
Hei Long trembled all over as he observed the unpredictable Ye Ling, not daring to breathe heavily with several broken ribs, only able to quietly sob like a woman wronged in deep seclusion.
"Bro, can we leave?" Hei Long asked with a tone full of grievance.
Ye Ling was surprised, then broke into a radiant smile, so brilliant: "Leave? Didn't you come to marry Mu Ninghan?
"Bro, that's absolutely sensational, I, Hei Long, would never do such shameless acts. I came today because I heard you were here, to support you."
"But I see, big bro, you already possess such majestic presence, you don't need us trash to stand in for you. To avoid spoiling your glorious image, we'll leave first."
Ye Ling grinned, showing his teeth, and nodded: "Mhm, that's being good."
With those words, he leaped onto a nearby table, pointed in all directions, very arrogantly: "Spread the word to Donghai's underworld for me, whoever dares to touch a single hair on Hongjing Association or Mu Ninghan, little master will go pluck out their gang entrance and roast their kiwifruits into hard-boiled eggs!"
Upon hearing this, everyone instinctively tightened their legs, a chill running down their spines, and hurriedly fled.
Ye Ling gave a slight cold laugh, watching the retreat of Hei Long Gang people like a tide, while beside him, Mu Ninghan was all smiles.
So many times envisioned in dreams, finally, someone was being brazen and wild for me!
Outside the Imperial Dynasty Disco, Hei Long was being supported, barely able to talk properly.
"Wah, tomorrow, tomorrow find someone, to do in this bastard for me, Lord Hei Long, damn it, this is too much, wah!" Hei Long yelled, covering his mouth.
But then he suddenly realized, the people around him all flashed deep fear in their eyes, as if they had seen a ghost.
"Have you all gone mad? You're scared without even hearing the name? You bunch of cowards!" Hei Long roared, the pain in his body making him scream out loud.
The next moment, he saw the bright smiling face of Ye Ling, holding that familiar chair, already swinging it towards him.
Bang, Hei Long blissfully lost consciousness. He was blissful, really, otherwise he had no idea how much more he would have been beaten.
And just before he blacked out, he heard one sentence.
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