491: Chapter 491 Is this kind of mockery acceptable?

The surrounding workers were all scared witless.

They had originally thought...

This delicate beauty was likely just eye candy.

At most, she was so stunningly beautiful that the young man before them was willing to bring her in at any cost.

And his goal was simply to show off, intending to win the woman over.

But that strike just now...

Those two brothers were burly men weighing over two hundred pounds!

Not only were they sent flying by a single rod, but the sound of them smashing against the pillar was clearly the noise of bones shattering.

One worker looked down at his companion slumped on the ground and found that the man's arm was bent at a bizarre angle; he lay there like a pile of mud, unable to even scream.

"D-Damn it!"

Someone swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "Is this broad a martial artist too?"

"N-No... she's not just a martial artist..."

Another worker's eyes widened, the machete in his hand shaking. "That's a cultivator! And an expert among experts!"

Men like them, who lived by the blade, had seen something of the world.

When ordinary people fought, it was fist to flesh, resulting in a bruised face at most.

Only when weapons were used would blood be drawn with every strike.

But a true expert could kick a person several meters away, shattering their bones in the process.

The woman before them was clearly that kind of expert!

In an instant, the workers who had been closing in on Bing Lan all instinctively took two steps back.

You had to be joking.

Bullying ordinary people was one thing, but facing an expert who could shatter bones with a kick? Wasn't that just asking for death?

Ye Chen scanned the terrified faces around him and couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's wrong? Weren't you quite fierce just now?"

"Why have you all turned into cowards now?"

No one responded.

The workers gripped their weapons, unable to advance or retreat, their expressions quite a sight to behold.

Ye Chen shook his head.

"If you won't make a move on us, then I'll make a move on you!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

His figure flickered as he charged into the crowd once more.

And then.

One slap for each person!

It was such that...

The sound of slapping echoed through the slaughterhouse like a death knell.

In just a few breaths.

The twenty-odd workers who had been standing were now lying all over the floor in a mess.

Ye Chen withdrew his hand and walked toward the worker leader.

The worker leader sat slumped on the ground, his face deathly pale.

He had been in this business for ten years; he had seen the ruthless, the arrogant, and the desperate.

But he had never seen anything like this...

A man and a woman, bare-handed, had taken down all those brothers who lived by the blade.

It hadn't even taken a minute.

Are they even fucking human?

Ye Chen squatted in front of him and asked with a smile, "Now, can you take me to see the person in charge?"

The worker leader was already paralyzed with fear.

Forget leading the way; he likely didn't even have the capacity to think anymore...

Just then.

A set of footsteps came from deep within the slaughterhouse.

A bearded Middle-aged Man, followed by three burly Men in Black vests, walked down from the stairs.

It was Wang Balong.

As soon as he appeared and saw the workers scattered across the floor, his expression darkened instantly.

"Who the fuck dares to cause trouble on my turf?"

Wang Balong's gaze swept across the area, finally landing on Ye Chen and Bing Lan.

"It's you two?"

Ye Chen stood up and spoke calmly: "Are you the one in charge here?"

Wang Balong sneered and walked over step by step, each stride carrying a bit of an imposing aura.

"I am Wang Balong, the Second Master here."

"Kid, you're practically courting death. Do you know whose territory this is?"

Ye Chen tilted his head: "Wang the Tiger's territory, the Soul Hall's territory, correct?"

Wang Balong's expression changed abruptly.

"Who are you?"

Ordinary people might know that Wang the Tiger was the true master here, but they could never know about the existence of the Soul Hall!

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow: "Nonsense, I investigated it, of course."

Wang Balong's eyes narrowed, a flash of murderous intent crossing them.

"It seems you came prepared?"

Ye Chen didn't speak; he just stood there, his smile unchanged.

Wang Balong stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly sneered and waved his hand behind him.

"Do it!"

"Let these two death-seeking fools see what a real cultivator is!"

Before his voice had even faded.

The three burly Men in Black vests behind him took a step forward in unison.

Three powerful auras suddenly erupted from their bodies!

The dust on the ground was blown away, and even the lights overhead shook slightly.

Ye Chen glanced at them, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

Early Heaven Realm.

All three of them.

Wang Balong stared at Ye Chen, a sinister smile appearing on his face.

"Kid, I don't care what your background is. Since you dared to cause trouble on my turf, don't expect to leave here alive today."

"These three brothers are each Early Heaven Realm experts."

"You're just a wet-behind-the-ears brat. How are you going to fight them?"

The three Early Heaven Realm experts stepped forward, forming a pincer formation to surround Ye Chen and Bing Lan.

The bald man in the lead sized Ye Chen up and sneered.

"Second Master, against these two little runts, do all three of us really need to act?"

"I'm enough on my own."

Wang Balong laughed loudly at those words.

"Old Sun, don't be careless."

"This kid was able to take down over twenty of my brothers by himself; he has some skill."

"However..."

He paused, his gaze landing on Ye Chen, filled with mockery.

"Even if he has some skill, in the face of the Heaven Realm, it's all for nothing."

The bald man called Old Sun nodded, his eyes fixed on Ye Chen.

"Kid, if you know what's good for you, kneel down yourself and let me break both your legs. I might just let you live."

"Otherwise..."

He cracked his knuckles. "I'll make you wish you were dead."

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow and was about to speak.

But as it turned out...

Bing Lan beside him spoke up first: "A-Chen, let me do it."

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment. He turned to look and saw that in Bing Lan's usually cold eyes, there was now a flicker of eagerness.

That look was like a child seeing a favorite toy.

But it made sense when he thought about it...

When someone suddenly gained a whole body's worth of power, they would naturally want to find something to test it out on.

And wouldn't you know it?

Ready-made guinea pigs had appeared. If he just swatted them away with one slap, wouldn't that be a waste?

Ye Chen chuckled and nodded: "Fine, you go ahead. Take it easy, though; I need to keep someone alive for questioning."

Bing Lan smiled beautifully.

"Don't worry, I'll hold back my strength this time."

Their conversation drifted into the ears of the three Men in Black without missing a word.

Old Sun's face turned black on the spot.

He was a Heaven Realm expert, a figure of some standing in the martial world.

And now he was being treated as practice material by a girl in her twenties?

"Little girl, you certainly talk big."

Old Sun sneered, sizing up Bing Lan as his gaze swept over her body unscrupulously.

"When I catch you later, I'll give your backside a good thrashing and see if you still dare to be so arrogant!"

The other two Men in Black also burst into laughter, their eyes full of ill intent.

They had played with plenty of women.

But it was their first time seeing such a beautiful woman.

If they could give her a 'four-wheel alignment' right in front of her male companion, it would be quite thrilling...

Bing Lan didn't get angry; her expression didn't even change.

She simply glanced at the three of them and said softly, "A bunch of ants."

Old Sun: "???"

The other two burly men: "???"

After saying that.

She suddenly turned her head to look at Ye Chen, her cold expression instantly breaking as she asked with a bit of uncertainty.

"Is this kind of taunt okay?"

Ye Chen: "..."

Old Sun: "..."

Everyone present: "..."

Good grief, was she seriously asking for advice on how to draw aggro?

However, Bing Lan's earnest way of learning how to taunt was indeed a bit...

Amusing.

Ye Chen gave her a thumbs up, suppressing a laugh. "It's okay, very okay. Carry on."

Bing Lan nodded with satisfaction and turned back, her expression returning to its cold state.

But Old Sun's face was now as black as the bottom of a pot.

Wait...

What did these two bastards take him for?

A teaching prop?

"You're looking for death!"

Old Sun roared and stomped his foot, shattering the floor tiles as he lunged toward Bing Lan like a cannonball!

His palm, as large as a cattail fan, opened wide with fingers like hooks, aiming straight for Bing Lan!

"I said it!"

"Today I'm definitely going to thrash your backside!"

Seeing this, Bing Lan furrowed her brow.

She suddenly realized...

She didn't seem to have a weapon, but she didn't want to touch a man covered in sweat either.

So.

At the moment he attacked, she thought of a way...

Suddenly!

Bing Lan raised her leg and kicked directly with her high heel.

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound, mixed with the sound of breaking bones, exploded in the slaughterhouse.

Old Sun's forward momentum came to a screeching halt, and he froze in mid-air as if a binding spell had been cast on him.

The next second.

He felt a sharp pain in his crotch, followed by an overwhelming force coming from his abdomen. His hundred-and-ninety-pound body flew backward like a kite with a broken string!