37: Chapter 37 Mad Ice

With a drift that Li Guidai considered dashing, his limited-edition Lamborghini screeched to a halt, parking precisely across the imposing entrance of the Kuang Family estate, the dust it kicked up nearly choking the stone lions at the gate.

He stepped out of the car nimbly and reached into his storage bag, pulling out a rather bulky-looking object: a Low-Grade Yellow Tier magic treasure, a loudspeaker.

He cleared his throat, infused a thread of spiritual energy into it, and roared at the Kuang Family gate with a volume rivaling a market vendor in the mortal realm:

"Kuang Dalei! Get out here for Lord Li!"

Amplified by the magic treasure, his voice sounded like rolling thunder, causing the tiles on the Kuang Family's eaves to vibrate and hum.

An enraged response immediately came from inside, the voice approaching rapidly, filled with the arrogance of someone who had just broken through a realm: "Which blind little brat dares to bark at my Kuang Family's gate! Perfect, I'll use you to test the power of my Foundation Establishment Stage breakthrough! Die!"

With a 'whoosh,' a burly, ruddy-faced middle-aged man flew out from inside and landed aggressively at the entrance.

He focused his gaze and realized it was Li Guidai. He was stunned for a moment, then a smile of even greater disdain and greed appeared on his face:

"I wondered who it was; turns out it's you, you little brat! Hahaha, there is a path to heaven you refuse to take, and a doorless path to hell you insist on crashing into! Perfect, I'll capture you and force your mother to submit, then the Mengchun Brothel will belong to me!"

"Maybe... hehe..." His lecherous gaze swept over Zhuge Yue, who had stepped out from the passenger seat, the implication of his unfinished sentence clear.

However, the scene he imagined—of Li Guidai begging for mercy or preparing for a fight—did not happen.

Li Guidai didn't even acknowledge his words; his expression didn't change in the slightest.

Just as Kuang Dalei was still fantasizing about a bright future, the moment his Foundation Establishment Stage spiritual energy began to surge—

Li Guidai moved!

He was so fast he left only an afterimage! Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and Li Guidai had already closed in on Kuang Dalei like a ghost!

"The First Form of the Thirty-Six Mad Dog Fists—The! Lineage! Ending! Kick!"

Accompanied by Li Guidai's chuunibyou-filled roar, a lightning-fast, vicious, and tricky groin kick struck the target with pinpoint precision!

"Bang!!"

A dull thud echoed, sounding like a ripe watermelon being smashed.

The sinister grin on Kuang Dalei's face froze instantly, his arrogant aura extinguished as if doused with cold water. Subconsciously, stiffly, and slowly, he lowered his head to look at his crotch...

There, it was already a blur of agony. The feeling of shattered eggs was so real and intense that it even made him temporarily forget to scream.

One second, two seconds...

"Ah————!!!"

A scream a hundred times more miserable than a pig being slaughtered finally erupted from Kuang Dalei's throat. Clutching his crotch, he collapsed like a mountain of flesh with its foundation pulled out, curling up like a shrimp and writhing and twitching wildly on the ground.

Li Guidai then slowly retracted his leg, picked his ear with his little finger, and said to the rolling Kuang Dalei with a look of disgust: "What are you barking for? It's so noisy! You have none of the demeanor of a Foundation Establishment Stage expert."

After speaking, as if remembering something, he turned and walked to the back of the Lamborghini. With a 'snap,' he opened the trunk, grabbed the whimpering Kuang Quanshui like a chick, and tossed him aside next to Kuang Dalei.

"Here, your precious son, returned to his owner. You two, father and son, can make a pair and discuss your conditions."

When Kuang Quanshui saw his father on the ground, also curled up in the exact same posture as himself, he was stunned for a moment before sorrow welled up, and he wailed: "Dad! My life is so bitter! What kind of sin has our Kuang Family committed!"

Kuang Dalei was sweating profusely from the pain. Hearing his son's howling made him even angrier. Gritting his teeth, he squeezed out the words: "Cry... cry my ass! I... I'm not dead yet!"

"Fortunately... fortunately your sister Kuang Bingbing is home! She is an elite disciple of the 'Youqing Sect,' at the third level of the Foundation Establishment Stage! She also has a Foundation Establishment fifth-level simp... uh, pursuer with her! He will definitely avenge us!"

Upon hearing this, Kuang Quanshui's crying stopped abruptly, his eyes lighting up as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw: "Sister... Sister is back?!"

Kuang Dalei hissed in pain while scolding: "She's been back... back for a while! Who told you to never come home, you little bastard!"

Just then, a cold and impatient female voice came from inside: "Dad! I told you long ago to keep an eye on my brother! Stop letting him go out and cause trouble every day; wouldn't it be better to focus on cultivation?!"

Before the words faded, a female cultivator wearing a goose-yellow dress, with a pretty face and a hint of arrogance between her brows, walked out.

Just as she was about to continue scolding, her gaze swept over and landed first on her father and brother, who were in "synchronized" positions on the ground. Her brows furrowed, and then her gaze locked onto the culprit—Li Guidai.

At this look, Kuang Bingbing froze, her pupils shrinking slightly as a memory she considered the shame of her life instantly flooded her mind!

That's right! When Li Guidai was fifteen, he was still a mortal punk who hadn't even reached Qi Condensation. Once, he had somehow gotten hold of a portrait of Kuang Bingbing!

He was behind closed doors, performing some indescribable "handiwork" while looking at the portrait, when he was caught red-handed by Kuang Bingbing, who was eighteen at the time and had come to find Yang Xiaoqiao to arrange a childhood marriage for her brother Kuang Quanshui and Yang Qingqing!

Although Li Guidai's appearance was indeed good at the time, how dare a mortal piece of trash blaspheme her like this?

Kuang Bingbing was so angry she almost drew her sword to kill him on the spot! In the end, out of consideration for Yang Xiaoqiao's face, she just rushed in, tore the portrait to shreds, gave Li Guidai a fierce, icy glare that said "I'll kill you sooner or later," and stormed off.

Now, enemies meeting face to face, their eyes were red with hatred!

Kuang Bingbing's pretty face was frosted with rage. She pointed a jade finger at Li Guidai, her voice trembling with anger: "Good! It's you again, you lecher! Old grudges and new, I'll settle them all with you today!"

The spiritual energy of her third-level Foundation Establishment Stage exploded instantly, and she was about to strike!

However, Li Guidai's reaction once again exceeded everyone's expectations.

Instead of taking a stance, his eyes lit up, a wicked smile curled the corners of his mouth, and his figure flashed like a ghost once again!

Before Kuang Bingbing could react, Li Guidai had already closed the distance. Stretching out his arms, he gave her a standard, solid... princess carry!

"Ah!" Kuang Bingbing exclaimed. She had already fallen into Li Guidai's arms, the familiar scent of a man washing over her, causing her to panic instantly.

Immediately after, Li Guidai raised his hand and, without any hesitation, landed two "slap! slap!" strikes right on her pert buttocks, the sound crisp and loud!

"Bastard! You... let me go!" Kuang Bingbing was both ashamed and furious, her face turning as red as a cooked shrimp. She struggled desperately, but found that Li Guidai's arms were as immovable as iron hoops.

Just then, another male cultivator in white, with a fairly handsome face but eyes filled with sycophancy and urgency, rushed out from inside. Seeing the goddess of his heart being so lightly treated by a strange man, his eyes split with rage: "You thief! Let go of my Junior Sister Bing immediately!"

His fifth-level Foundation Establishment Stage aura exploded fully, and he charged up with a long sword to play the hero saving the beauty.

Li Guidai couldn't even be bothered to lift an eyelid. Holding the still-flailing Kuang Bingbing in his arms, he casually lifted his leg and delivered a side kick, as if swatting a fly!

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed. That fifth-level Foundation Establishment simp Senior Brother, along with his sword, flew backward at a speed even faster than when he charged, turning into a white meteor that crashed precisely into a trash heap at the distant street corner, where he fell silent.

The whole process was smooth and fluid, as easy as kicking away an empty soda can.

Kuang Bingbing stopped struggling, staring at Li Guidai in a daze, then looked in the direction of the trash heap. Her brain completely crashed, her red lips slightly parted, unable to utter a single word.

This... this guy... when did he become so strong?! And... he's still such a bastard! So shameless! So... heart-racing!

Li Guidai looked down at the dumbfounded Kuang Bingbing in his arms and chuckled: "Miss Bingbing, long time no see, you look as elegant as ever. Though, your way of saying hello is still just as unique."