Chapter 1162: Chapter 1163: Ruthless Beating
"Youâre in such a rush to come to me?" Song Xiaodong teased He Lingzhi with a smile.
"Pah! Scoundrel, disgusting! Shameless and brazen!" He Lingzhi spat fiercely.
Song Xiaodongâs face darkened instantly and said, "Are you talking about me... or them?"
"Iâm talking about all of you!" He Lingzhi spat again and said, "A group of vile people."
Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuanâs faces immediately darkened, but Song Xiaoru quickly said, "Forget it, donât bother with her."
Song Xiaodong directly set Miao Xuanxuan down and stood up slowly. Song Xiaoru still wanted to pull Song Xiaodong, but Miao Xuanxuan held Song Xiaoruâs hand and gave her a look.
Song Xiaoru gave a bitter smile and could only whisper, "Donât go too far."
Looking at Song Xiaodongâs gloomy face, He Lingzhi said disdainfully, "Whatâs the matter? Did I hit a nerve?"
Song Xiaodong walked up to He Lingzhi, stood firm, and stared into her eyes, slowly saying, "You can mess with me, and I can put up with you, but if you dare say a single bad word about any of the other sisters, then I definitely wonât forgive you."
He Lingzhi tilted her chin up and said, "I said it, what can you do? Look at yourselves, arenât you all just lowly beings?"
Song Xiaodongâs voice grew colder, "In my heart, they are the purest women in the world. I wonât allow anyone to insult them. Whoever dares insult them, I will not let off lightly!"
"I said it, what else can you do? Hmph, pretending to be a romantic while doing such filthy things, they do such things with you, which makes them just as filthy."
"How dare you!" Song Xiaodong suddenly shouted, his gaze turning absolutely icy.
"You can do it, but I canât say it? I insist on saying it, what can you do about it?" He Lingzhi showed no fear whatsoever.
Song Xiaodong swiftly raised his arm, and Song Xiaoru hurriedly shouted, "Donât!" If he slapped He Lingzhiâs face, things would certainly escalate.
He Lingzhi looked at Song Xiaodong and sneered, "You still want to hit me?"
"Hmph! And what if I do hit you?" Song Xiaodong said, swinging his arm down.
He Lingzhi was prepared and dodged immediately, thinking she might not win against Song Xiaodong but surely could at least protect herself.
Song Xiaodongâs arm swung down not at her face but reached for her shoulder.
He Lingzhi tilted her shoulder and pushed off the ground, trying to dash to the side.
However, Song Xiaodong moved like a shadow, maintaining the distance between them, and his hand still reached for her shoulder.
He Lingzhi was terrified, knowing she couldnât outrun Song Xiaodongâs ghostly movement technique. She promptly used the Small Capture Technique, extending both her hands to lock onto Song Xiaodongâs wrists.
The Small Capture Technique, a secret of the He family, was a profound martial art, and being a woman, He Lingzhi was particularly suited to practice it. Even if she couldnât counter Song Xiaodong, she believed she could force him to change his move.
But to He Lingzhiâs shock, Song Xiaodongâs hand shook suddenly, drawing a bizarre arc in the air, and slipped through her hands, grasping directly onto her shoulder.
Before she could comprehend what was happening, a force surged from her shoulder, lifting her off the ground uncontrollably.
The worst part? Song Xiaodongâs grasp seemed to employ some unknown technique that disrupted the flow of her True Qi, rendering her unable to control her body, her mind spinning.
When her consciousness cleared, she found herself draped across Song Xiaodongâs lap, her wrists caught in his single hand, which exerted a tremendous force on her veins, thereby preventing the flow of her True Qi.
Song Xiaodong sternly reproached, "You arrogant girl, I gave you some face, but you still act up. Today, if I donât teach you a good lesson, you wonât understand that Song Xiaodong isnât someone to mess with."
"What do you intend to do?" He Lingzhi was now mortified. She had assumed that her strength wasnât vastly different from Song Xiaodongâs, and with effort, she would certainly have a chance to surpass him.
Yet who would have expected she would be so effortlessly subdued by him without an ability to counter.
"What do I intend to do? Iâm going to teach you how to be my woman." Song Xiaodong said, pulling down He Lingzhiâs pants to her thighs, exposing a patch of snow-white skin.
He Lingzhi felt a chill and screamed in horror, "Are you daring to molest me? Iâll kill you! Iâll kill you!" she shouted, struggling with all her might.
But with her True Qi locked, her struggle was like that of an ordinary girl, lacking any real strength.
"Smack!" Song Xiaodong raised his hand, delivering a firm slap to He Lingzhiâs butt.
This time, Song Xiaodong showed no mercy, hitting hard. He Lingzhi, without True Qi protection, felt her flesh tremble, a vivid red handprint appearing on her skin.
"Ah!" He Lingzhi let out a miserable cry. Since starting martial arts, she had never endured such pain, and the utmost humiliation of having her pants pulled down and butt struck by a man made her feel like dying.
Song Xiaodong said with a deep voice, "Now, I give you an opportunity to apologize to them and promise youâll never speak such words again."
"I wonât! I will say it!" He Lingzhi gritted her teeth, refusing to relent.
"Smack!" Song Xiaodong mercilessly delivered another slap.
"Ah!" He Lingzhi cried out again; unlike the previous times, which had sounded loud but werenât so painful, now the agony struck her to the coreâthe strongest among them, she couldnât help but scream.
"Will you admit your wrong?"
"No!"
"Smack!"
"Ah..."
"Will you admit your wrong?"
"Ah... beat me to death, I wonât admit!"
Song Xiaodongâs continuous slaps had nearly turned He Lingzhiâs butt into a mess.
He Lingzhi was sweating profusely from the pain, but she was stubborn, rather die than admit her mistakes.
She wouldnât give in, nor did Song Xiaodong hold back, delivering slap after slap, making He Lingzhiâs cries grow fainter.
This became too much for Song Xiaoru and the others to watch; they were genuinely worried that such beatings could really harm He Lingzhi.