Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

0"How dare you hit me?" Loong Qiuyue's eyes were wide open as she sternly shouted.    

    

"Not only do I dare to hit you, I will also attack you." Zhao Hee said loudly, "Someone, drag her to the backyard and swing her."    

    

"You really have guts." A red shadow descended from the sky, carrying with it a murderous aura. It caused the surrounding temperature to drop by quite a bit. Zhao Hee didn't even get a clear look at who it was before he felt himself being sent flying.    

    

Looking again, he saw a young man wrapped in black armor standing beside Loong Qiuyue. The expression on his face was as terrifying as that of a Nine Nether Asura.    

    

Zhao Hee suddenly quivered and swallowed the curse from his mouth. He changed into a smiling face and said, "Brother, I don't know how Zhao Hee offended you."    

    

"Brother, he slapped me." Loong Qiuyue's face carried a fierce killing intent as she pointed at Zhao Hee and said. When Zhao Hee saw this, his heart was filled with hatred, but he didn't dare to speak.    

    

Yang Xuan went forward and grabbed Zhao Hee's neck, then asked, "Was it that hand that hit you?"    

    

Zhao Hee's face turned ashen. He was originally from a large sect along the coast, Young Lord. However, the appearance of the Sea Monster had capsized his entire sect, so he had to escape to the west. However, along the way, he and his subordinates... Burning, killing, and plundering.    

    

And now, he was being held by his neck, causing him to lose a lot of face in front of his subordinates, causing killing intent to rise in his heart.    

    

One of his subordinates saw what happened and hastily went forward to stop Yang Xuan. However, he was kicked by Yang Xuan until his stomach was torn apart, and he was sent flying backwards. He immediately stopped breathing.    

    

Zhao Hee was instantly shocked. He knew that he had offended someone he couldn't afford to offend. He hurriedly said to Yang Xuan, "Brother, this is all a misunderstanding. This is a misunderstanding. I will kowtow and apologize to sister-in-law now, alright?"    

    

"Let me ask you, was it that hand?" Yang Xuan ignored Zhao Hee and continued to ask in a cold voice.    

    

Zhao Hee's face instantly turned ashen and said, "Friend, when you walk outside, you have to rely on the word 'justice'. Don't go too far."    

    

"You're not going to say it, are you?" Yang Xuan's face was still as cold as before. He threw Zhao Hee onto the chair he was sitting on and stepped on his chest, saying, "So you're saying that both of your hands have been hit?"    

    

As he spoke, he lifted Zhao Hee's palm and squeezed it hard. The bones of his palm were crushed. White bone spurs pierced through his flesh and blood flowed out from his flesh. Ling'er, who was standing at the side, instantly screamed.    

    

Zhao Hee shouted, but immediately after, Yang Xuan crushed his other palm. Zhao Hee's face was pale, but he didn't faint. Instead, he shouted, "Mister Hunter, help me!"    

    

A purple shadow rushed out from the grain shop, raised its leg and kicked at Yang Xuan, but it was blocked by Yang Xuan's leg. A black figure appeared in front of Yang Xuan. There were purple patterns on his body. It was a Hunting King.    

    

Yang Xuan was a little surprised to see Hunting King here, but he immediately grabbed Hunting King's head and looked at Zhao Hee. "Is this your trump card? It seems like this isn't enough."    

    

Hunting King's head was squeezed by Yang Xuan until it gurgled. Hunting King struggled with all his might, trying to break Yang Xuan's arm, but Yang Xuan's arm did not budge at all.    

    

Zhao Hee's face turned pale, and he turned pale with fright. At this moment, Hunting King's head had already been deformed by Yang Xuan, and it had cracked open. A small spider crawled out from Hunting King's head, and was killed by Yang Xuan's palm, who had planned this all along.    

    

Hunting King fell to the ground, and only a headless corpse remained.    

    

Zhao Hee immediately fell to his knees, kowtowing as he said, "Master, please spare me. I was blinded for a moment, and that was why I had the wrong idea."    

    

At this moment, Loong Qiuyue walked up and kicked Zhao Hee's waist. She scolded, "Do you know what you did? You slapped a dragon. I'm afraid I'm the first dragon in the world to be slapped. I'll definitely be recorded in history. It will be passed down in the Dragon Clan from now on."    

    

Loong Qiuyue scolded while kicking him hard. Zhao Hee was rolling around like a dog under her feet, wailing and begging Loong Qiuyue for mercy. However, the more Loong Qiuyue spoke, the angrier she got, and the more strength she exerted on her legs.    

    

Yang Xuan hurriedly pulled Loong Qiuyue and said, "Alright, this guy is about to die. Don't kick him anymore." Only then did Loong Qiuyue stop. She threw herself into Yang Xuan's arms and cried.    

    

Zhao Hee, who was lying on the ground, had all the bones in his body broken. Although he was not dead yet, he still breathed more and less.    

    

Yang Xuan took out the Black Dragon Horn and handed it to Ling'er. He said, "Go, kill your enemy with your own hands."    

    

Ling'er looked at Loong Qiuyue with some fear but Loong Qiuyue gave her an encouraging look and said, "Go, it will be fine. After killing such a bad person, you are not a murderer."    

    

Ling'er only received the Black Dragon Horn when she heard that. Although the Black Dragon Horn was considered light when compared to the Longevity Sword, the sword was already considered light. The little girl had to use all her strength to lift it. Trembling, she came to Zhao Hee's side. Zhao Hee's eyes were filled with shock. However, he couldn't move no matter how hard he tried.    

    

Zhao Hee's subordinates looked at Yang Xuan in fear, but none of them dared to step forward to stop him. Yang Xuan's strength had already told them that whoever dared to attack at this moment would die.    

    

Ling'er came to Zhao Hee's side and her sword fell down. She quickly closed her eyes and turned her face to the side. The Black Dragon Horn was extremely sharp. Zhao Hee's head fell and rolled to the side.    

    

Looking at the frightened look on Zhao Hee's face, Yang Xuan sighed helplessly. He said, "What's the use of regretting? Now you know how those people who were harmed by you felt when they were afraid but could not control their own fate?"    

    

The Black Dragon Horn in Ling'er's hand fell to the ground with a bang. She sat on the ground as if she had vented her anger. She started to cry loudly. All the grievances that she had suffered along the way from the coastal to the male chicken mountain were released at this moment.    

    

The people in the surroundings wanted to leave, but they were stopped by Yang Xuan. Yang Xuan did not forget that besides Zhao Hee, there were also his subordinates who had harmed Ling'er along the way.    

    

Zhao Hee's subordinates could not guess what Yang Xuan meant. Their hearts were filled with panic, but they did not dare to say anything.    

    

Yang Xuan suddenly looked at Loong Qiuyue and asked, "Yue Er, do you want to take in a disciple?"    

    

"Take in a disciple?" Loong Qiuyue was stunned and said, "It seems to be very fun, but I don't know where to take in a disciple."    

    

Yang Xuan pointed at Ling'er and said, "This little girl has a good constitution and her mind is also clear. Most importantly, she has the obsession of being a strong person in her heart. She is a good candidate."    

    

At this time, Ling'er had already stopped crying. When Loong Qiuyue heard Yang Xuan's words, her eyes immediately lit up. She came to Ling'er's side and asked, "Ling'er, are you willing to be my disciple?"    

    

Ling'er had just recovered from her grief and stared at Loong Qiuyue for a while before slowly nodding her head.