Chapter 111 - 12: What Belongs to Me, No One Can Take Away

Shi Chong’s hand bones were broken.

"Ah!"

Watching Shi Chong scream like a pig being slaughtered—

Ye Liuyun grabbed his wrist and hauled it up in front of his face.

"Am I too easy-going? How come trash like you dares to bark in front of me?"

"Crack!"

Another series of sharp snaps.

Not just the wrist—this time, a whole arm was crippled.

"Aaaah!"

Another round of pig-slaughter screams.

At this moment, in the courtyard, aside from Shi Chong’s yelling, there were no other sounds.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards who’d been here were all staring over, dumbfounded—it was clear they hadn’t expected Ye Liuyun to actually make a move right now.

"Go...go on, do it!"

Even now, Shi Chong’s eyes blazed at Ye Liuyun. Still savage as hell.

He seriously didn’t know how to be afraid, huh.

"You lot got a death wish?"

Enduring the agony in his arm, Shi Chong spat out an order at his subordinates behind him.

Though these men feared Ye Liuyun’s strength and froze in place—

—after Shi Chong’s shout, it was as if they were even more scared of Shi Chong’s ways. Exchanging glances, they lunged for Ye Liuyun anyway.

"Bang!"

If every damn little thing needs Ye Liuyun himself to step in,

what’s the point of having underlings to begin with?

Inner strength boomed—a flash, Shi Sheng vanished from view.

With a thunderous punch, the lead Embroidered Uniform Guard charging in was knocked flying.

"I wanna see who dares lay a hand on my lord."

He grinned wide—couldn’t hold back any longer.

Yup, his lord’s temper was right up his alley. That was how decisiveness should be.

Feeling like he lagged a beat behind Shi Sheng, Si Nan didn’t stand idle. He moved too, countless shimmering darts shooting out at once.

"My... my father is a Lord Thousand Households of the Embroidered Uniform Guard!"

Still dangling in mid-air, Shi Chong watched as his men fell, face turning utterly ashen,

gritting his teeth at Ye Liuyun.

"My father will never let you off, even if you’re an Innate Martial Artist. No one will be able to save you."

"People shouldn’t take themselves too seriously."

Seeing Shi Chong glare at him so viciously, Ye Liuyun’s lips curled up into a sudden grin.

"I don’t need anyone to save me."

If you rely on others for everything, then what did all those years of bitter training mean?

"Relax, I won’t kill you."

Ye Liuyun’s tone suddenly shifted. Shi Chong’s face brightened, thinking Ye Liuyun was giving in because of his background.

But in the next instant, that trace of a smile froze on Shi Chong’s lips.

Because—

"People like you—letting you live is more painful than dying."

Sometimes, death doesn’t mean it’s all over. Living worse than death is a real torment.

With that, Ye Liuyun didn’t give a damn what Shi Chong was thinking. He exerted a bit of force and flung Shi Chong’s body into the air.

Just as Shi Chong started to fall—

A palm brimming with inner strength slammed right into Shi Chong’s dantian.

"Bang!"

One strike and Shi Chong’s body was sent flying straight out.

He crashed hard into the ground.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood sprayed sky-high.

But this wasn’t even what shocked Shi Chong most—lying there on the ground, staring at his own hands in disbelief, he looked up at Ye Liuyun.

"You... you dare cripple me!"

Ye Liuyun’s palm had destroyed Shi Chong’s dantian.

Sure, Shi Chong wasn’t much of a practitioner to begin with, but this blow didn’t just turn him into an ordinary person—it made him even weaker than a regular person.

Plus, that inner strength would keep ravaging Shi Chong’s organs inside his body.

Even if he survives, he won’t last long.

Ye Liuyun wanted to make sure Shi Chong got a good taste of torment before dying.

"You actually dared to do this!"

Shi Chong kept trying to force out inner strength, but his lifeless arms told him the truth—

He was crippled!

That Ye Liuyun had actually crippled him.

"Ye Liuyun!"

Screaming Ye Liuyun’s name like a madman.

But all he got in return was Ye Liuyun’s cold, indifferent gaze.

In the very next moment—maybe his fury tore him apart—Shi Chong passed out cold.

"Tsk, this guy needs to toughen up!"

Ye Liuyun clicked his tongue and shook his head.

Si Nan happened to walk back over and couldn’t help being speechless after hearing that.

You crippled him and still expect him to be more resilient?

Of course, even though that’s what crossed his mind, on the surface Si Nan nodded firmly, echoing Ye Liuyun’s sentiment.

"Absolutely, Shi Chong’s mind is way too weak. My lord didn’t even do much and he can’t handle it!"

Getting flattered now and then feels pretty great inside.

But—

Si Nan didn’t get too full of himself, either.

After agreeing twice, he leaned in close to Ye Liuyun, speaking cautiously:

"My lord, since we’ve already offended them, should we strike first and just take care of Shi Xing’an directly?"

Shi Chong’s nothing.

But Shi Xing’an, well, he’s a Lord Thousand Households after all.

"No need."

But to that, Ye Liuyun just smiled and waved it away.

"Just as well. I’d like to see what Shi Xing’an’s going to do."

"Yes, my lord!"

Seeing Ye Liuyun so confident, Si Nan felt much more at ease inside.

No idea what method Ye Liuyun would use by then, but there was this weird certainty—if it was Ye Liuyun, everything would turn out fine.