Chapter 69: Chapter 69 Mr. Ling, the Cultivator!

As Li Xiaoyao appeared, Long Zaitian immediately stood up from the sofa and shouted angrily, "Grab him, I'm going to cripple him today!"Sitting beside Long Feiyang was a middle-aged man in his forties, the cultivator that Li Xiaoyao had sensed.

The middle-aged man merely glanced at Li Xiaoyao and didn't pay much attention to him.

As Long Zaitian's roar erupted, instantly more than a dozen men ran into the villa from outside, all carrying electric batons and machetes.

In the blink of an eye, these men had surrounded Li Xiaoyao. A pale-faced Long Zaitian slowly walked over, took a machete from one of the men, and glared at Li Xiaoyao with venomous eyes, saying, "Hold him down for me! I'm going to cripple him today!"

The men immediately rushed forward, trying to grab Li Xiaoyao's arms, but he punched each one away, causing their noses to bleed as they stumbled backward.

"Quite bold to dare tie up my woman," Li Xiaoyao said with a cold laugh, his face full of murderous intent.

Enraged at Li Xiaoyao's audacity to strike out here, Long Zaitian cursed, "Still resisting when death is upon you, today I'll first cut off your dick, then your balls, and then stuff your mouth, watching you suffocate to death."

"I was wondering how to teach you a lesson, thank you for the inspiration," Li Xiaoyao said with a cold chuckle as he snatched a machete, his wrist dancing, blade flashing, and in a mere moment, he had taken care of the dozen men.

Long Zaitian watched, dumbfounded. His angry expression eager to kill Li Xiaoyao had now turned to one of stupefaction.

"Little Tian, come back!" Long Feiyang, seeing Li Xiaoyao's formidable skills, furrowed his brows and called out to Long Zaitian.

Long Zaitian was already terrified by Li Xiaoyao's sharp moves. He hadn't expected this man, who had ruined him, to possess such terrifying skills.

Long Zaitian quickly retreated, hiding behind Long Feiyang. More precisely, he hid behind the middle-aged man.

Li Xiaoyao didn't pursue. After all, they couldn't escape tonight, and there was no difference between resolving it sooner or later.

Long Feiyang turned to the middle-aged man beside him and said with respectful tone, "Mr. Ling, I'm troubling you."

Mr. Ling chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Mr. Long, you flatter me. Taking your money is to take on your troubles. Since you've hired me to protect you, naturally I'm here to ensure your safety."

From behind him, Long Zaitian said in a low voice, "Uncle Ling, please cripple him for me!"

Mr. Ling nodded and slowly rose from the sofa, taking measured steps toward Li Xiaoyao. seaʀᴄh thё Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

In Mr. Ling's eyes, Li Xiaoyao was merely a brute skilled in some punches and kicks, not worth his serious attention.

"Such a young age, yet so ruthless in your moves. Today, this old man shall teach you a good lesson," Mr. Ling huffed, speaking with the tone of an elder.

Li Xiaoyao scoffed disdainfully, "What are you? Daring to speak to me like that?"

A flash of cold light passed through Mr. Ling's eyes. This Li Xiaoyao dared to show him such disrespect.

Mr. Ling's feet moved swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Li Xiaoyao.

Li Xiaoyao was slightly surprised in his heart, for sure, this old fellow did have some skills.

However, according to Li Xiaoyao's estimation, this Mr. Ling was only at the ninth level of Qi Cultivation.

To Li Xiaoyao, such a level didn't warrant his full attention; Mr. Ling's ability was considered less than nothing in his eyes.

Mr. Ling stepped forward with his right palm raised high, aiming straight for Li Xiaoyao's throat.

Seeing Mr. Ling take action, a cold smile emerged on the faces of Long Feiyang and his son.

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In their eyes, as long as Mr. Ling made a move, they wouldn't stand a chance to resist.

Perhaps the previous Mr. Ling had never failed, but from this moment on, from the instant he encountered Li Xiaoyao, he was doomed to end in defeat.

Li Xiaoyao also raised his right palm, but compared to Mr. Ling, Li Xiaoyao's speed was undoubtedly several times slower. If Mr. Ling's move was the Baji Fist, swift as Running Thunder, then Li Xiaoyao's move was Tai Chi, slow and deliberate like an old dragon moving its body.

However, to Mr. Ling's horror, no matter how fast he was, Li Xiaoyao's belated hand seemed to be able to grasp his own palm every time.

How could this be possible?

Astonishment welled up in Mr. Ling's heart, and he couldn't help but look towards Li Xiaoyao, only to see a hint of a barely-there mocking smile on Li Xiaoyao's face.

'How can this young man be so powerful?' he thought, shocked, but filled with even more questions.

Mr. Ling was a cultivator. Although his cultivation level was not high, ordinary people were definitely no match for him.

Yet now, he actually felt danger from this young man, Li Xiaoyao, which was simply unbelievable.

"Slap!"

Mr. Ling's right palm stopped in front of Li Xiaoyao's head, while Li Xiaoyao's right hand, like iron tongs, grasped his wrist firmly, preventing any movement.

"Who exactly are you?" Mr. Ling stared at Li Xiaoyao, his previous calm and disdain replaced by fear and panic.

Li Xiaoyao, of course, was not going to answer his question. He raised his left arm and performed a palm chop just below Mr. Ling's nape. The sight was such that Mr. Ling, whom Long Feiyang and his son had revered like a deity, rolled his eyes back and fell unconscious to the ground.

Li Xiaoyao had only temporarily knocked Mr. Ling unconscious, for Mr. Ling was the first fellow cultivator, a peer besides himself, that he had encountered in so many years. Li Xiaoyao needed to learn more information from him, guessing that Mr. Ling surely couldn't be the only cultivator aside from himself.

There must be more cultivators in this world. It had to be so.

Upon seeing Li Xiaoyao easily take down the formidable Mr. Ling, Long Feiyang and his son were greatly shocked, even the always composed Long Feiyang was scared at this moment.

Li Xiaoyao walked over to the sofa opposite Long Feiyang and his son, then slowly sat down.

Long Feiyang, his voice tinged with a hint of fear, asked, "What do you want?"

Li Xiaoyao looked at him and asked, "Do you know why I crippled your son?"

Long Feiyang nodded, "I know."

Li Xiaoyao continued, "Do you think I was wrong to cripple him?"

Long Feiyang forced a smile onto his face and shook his head, "No, you weren't wrong."

Li Xiaoyao abruptly stood up from the sofa, walked over to Long Feiyang, and under Long Feiyang's mix of shock and terror, he raised his hand and slapped him hard across the face.

Long Feiyang's mouth and nose immediately bled from the slap, his head buzzing.

"Damn, are you even his real dad? To see your own son get crippled and still think it wasn't wrong? Damn!" Li Xiaoyao yelled at Long Feiyang, in truth looking for an excuse to hit him.

Long Feiyang and his son were just too top-grade, and aside from bullying others with their power, they were good for nothing else. Li Xiaoyao felt that it was imperative to subdue the two today; otherwise, other girls would definitely suffer at their hands in the future.

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