556: Yang Lingchen's slap in the face

"Fuck your mother, I'm going to kill you for sure."

Yang Lingchen helplessly let go of Mu Qingcheng's waist and said softly, "Qingcheng, I'll be back in a moment."

"Can you handle it? That guy's cultivation level is much higher than yours."

Mu Qingcheng's stunning face revealed a trace of worry. The opponent's cultivation level was at the Fifth Layer of the Dominator Realm, while Yang Lingchen was only at the Seventh Layer of the Myriad Illusions Realm; the gap between their cultivation levels was simply too vast.

"Qingcheng, is your man capable? Didn't you feel it last night?" Yang Lingchen gently pinched Mu Qingcheng's breathtakingly beautiful cheek.

"Be careful!"

A blush crept across Mu Qingcheng's stunning face, and she thought to herself, "scoundrel, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. Just wait and see how I deal with you later."

"Don't worry! I'll be fine."

A confident smile appeared on Yang Lingchen's face, and then he leaped into the air and landed on the Arena.

"Miss Mu, his opponent is at the Fifth Layer of the Dominator Realm. Aren't you worried about his safety?" Long Chen curled the corners of his mouth into a faint smile.

In his view, Yang Lingchen was just a young man who loved to show off. A mere Seventh Layer of the Myriad Illusions Realm daring to accept a challenge from the Fifth Layer of the Dominator Realm—how was this any different from seeking death?

He had originally wanted to find an opportunity to kill Yang Lingchen, but now it seemed there was no need for that at all.

"Why should I be worried? My man is destined to be the most outstanding person in this world."

Mu Qingcheng said coldly, then walked toward the edge of the Arena.

From the few days they had been in contact, she knew that Yang Lingchen was not an arrogant person. Since Yang Lingchen dared to get on the Arena, it proved that he had a certain degree of confidence.

Of course, Mu Qingcheng was still a little worried; after all, Yang Lingchen had treated her quite well, and he was the first male Disciple in the history of their Sect.

"Stinky brat! Do you dare to fight a life-and-death battle?"

That Yan Yang Sect Disciple looked coldly at Yang Lingchen, his eyes filled with chilling Killing Intent.

"You fucking seem like a retard. If I didn't dare, I wouldn't have come up." Yang Lingchen sneered, then walked to the edge of the Arena to register.

"Betting on Xiao Yan to win pays one to ten."

"Betting on Lingchen to win pays ten to one."

"Hurry up if you want to place your bets."

At this moment, the bookmaker's shouting sounded at the betting stand by the edge of the Arena.

"I'll bet one million mid-grade divine origin stones on Xiao Yan."

"I'll bet two million on Xiao Yan."

"I'm betting five million on Xiao Yan to win."

The onlookers began placing their bets one after another. However, ninety-nine percent of them chose to bet on Xiao Yan. After all, Xiao Yan was a Genius Disciple of the Yan Yang Sect, and since he started his career, he had never lost in the same Realm.

"Brother Ling, go for it! Little Fatty and I bet two million on you, so don't lose." Mu Tiance shouted from below.

"Brother Mu, rest assured, I won't lose."

Yang Lingchen smiled, then tossed the storage ring in his hand to Mu Qingcheng. "There are ten million divine origin stones here; help me bet it all."

"Hmm." Mu Qingcheng nodded.

"Sister, can he really win?" Mu Xiaoyan asked curiously.

"Of course he can win." Mu Qingcheng said in a calm voice.

"Then I'll bet one million too." Mu Xiaoyan said, gritting his teeth.

"Junior Brother Mu, I advise you not to place bets randomly. I believe you can imagine how large the gap is between the Seventh Layer of the Myriad Illusions Realm and the Fifth Layer of the Dominator Realm without me having to say it." Long Chen said with a calm expression.

"This... then I'd better not bet." Mu Xiaoyan hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he didn't place the bet.

He also felt that what Long Chen said made sense. His brother-in-law's cultivation level was only at the Myriad Illusions Realm, while his opponent was already at the Fifth Layer of the Dominator Realm; the gap between them was simply too vast.

If he bet that one million, it would probably be no different from throwing meat buns to a dog.

"Little Bastard, daring to kill someone from my Yan Yang Sect, today you will pay the price with your life."

Xiao Yan's tone was extremely chilling, and an invisible Killing Intent radiated from his body.

Yang Lingchen drew the haotian cudgel directly and looked coldly at Xiao Yan. "Retard, are we going to fight or not?"

"Since you are in such a hurry to die, I will grant your wish."

Xiao Yan leaped into the air and instantly blasted a palm toward Yang Lingchen. The fierce Palm Force carried a cold Evil Qi, as if it wanted to annihilate Yang Lingchen.

Yang Lingchen swung the haotian cudgel horizontally, carrying an invisible staff energy, and instantly struck Xiao Yan's arm.

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound of a fracture, the bones in Xiao Yan's entire arm were shattered on the spot, and his arm hung limp immediately.

"Ah...! Go to hell, Little Bastard!"

Xiao Yan screamed, and enduring the intense pain, he brandished his battle sword with his left hand and slashed toward Yang Lingchen again.

"Death throes!"

A fierce light flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes. The haotian cudgel swept out suddenly, and an incomparably powerful staff energy struck Xiao Yan's left wrist, which was holding the sword, once again.

"Clang!"

"Crack!"

Xiao Yan's left wrist was shattered again, and the battle sword in his hand flew out.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with terror. He really couldn't understand how a kid at the Seventh Layer of the Myriad Illusions Realm could be so strong.

Yang Lingchen did not press the attack. Instead, he swung his cudgel and walked slowly toward the opponent, saying coldly, "Don't you still have two legs? Go ahead and attack."

"I surrender." Xiao Yan quickly chose to surrender.

"Isn't it too late to surrender now?" Yang Lingchen sneered, and the haotian cudgel in his hand suddenly lashed out. A stern staff energy instantly struck Xiao Yan's right leg.

"Crack!"

"Ah... ah... ah...! Don't kill me."

Xiao Yan screamed, looking at Yang Lingchen with a face full of terror, his eyes filled with pleading.

"Where did that arrogant attitude of yours from just now go?"

Yang Lingchen's eyes revealed a cold chill, and he swung the cudgel in a frenzy, beating him repeatedly.

"Crack...!"

"Ah... ah... ah...!"

At this moment, screams echoed continuously on the Arena. In less than a moment, Xiao Yan was smashed into a pulp by Yang Lingchen.

"Isn't this guy too brutal?"

"Yeah, and he's ridiculously strong. A cultivation level at the Seventh Layer of the Myriad Illusions Realm actually beat a Cultivator at the Fifth Layer of the Dominator Realm into a pulp. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would believe it if I told them?"

"Don't mention it, my two million mid-grade divine origin stones!"

"What's your two million? I bet over five million! My heart aches just thinking about it now. If I had taken those divine origin stones to the Drunken Spring Pavilion, I could have played for at least two years."

At this moment, everyone watching the spectacle at the scene was in a state of bewilderment; no one could believe that all of this was actually true.

"Damn, Brother Ling's combat power is truly ridiculous!" Tan Little Fatty's eyes were filled with shock.

"I told you before that he was stronger than me, but you didn't believe it." Mu Tiance said.

"Now I believe it." Tan Little Fatty said.

On the other side, Mu Qingcheng was equally shocked in her heart. Although she had guessed that Yang Lingchen should be able to win, she hadn't expected him to win so easily.

"Sister, this brother-in-law's ability to perform a Cross-Rank Challenge is too ridiculous! If I had known earlier, I would have bet on him to win."

Mu Xiaoyan was full of regret. If he had bet on Yang Lingchen to win just now, he could have won ten million directly.

Long Chen's expression, however, was extremely ugly. Just moments ago, he had been pessimistic about Yang Lingchen, and he hadn't expected the other party to slap his face instantly.

"Qingcheng, I won."

After Yang Lingchen collected the spoils of war, he drifted down and landed slowly in front of Mu Qingcheng.

"If you were so confident, why didn't you tell me in advance? You made me worry about you for half the day." Mu Qingcheng complained.

"I'll be careful next time. By the way, did you place the bet?" Yang Lingchen asked.

"Of course, let's go collect the winnings." Mu Qingcheng smiled faintly, then pulled Yang Lingchen and walked toward the betting stand.

"Mm-hmm." Yang Lingchen nodded.