Chapter 412 - That Does It (1/2)

Yan Guilai might be a smart person, but this time he was suffering for it. It was infuriating how he got things the wrong way.

If not for his friendship with Yan Wushuang, Chu Xun would have given the master of the House of Yan a great beating already.

“You’re really not swooning for Yao Baiyue?!” Yan Guilai said again, still unable to believe what he had just heard, “Then why would you help the Chamber of Lead-Glass? And on top of that, what a coincidence that you’re just nearby?!”

The corners of Chu Xun’s lips twitched with intense irritation. “I was only passing by because Qingcheng is near your house and I was on my way here. I only offered help because of that bratty son of yours.”

“Really?” Yan Guilai said skeptically.

Chu Xun clenched his fists tightly, willing himself to calm down, only to find his resolve crumbling, “Pipe down… Pipe down… Pipe down… NO, THAT’S ENOUGH!”

Bang!

Chu Xun’s fist came suddenly and blasted Yan Guilai into a distance. He just could not hold back anymore.

“You insolent pup! How dare you lift a hand against an elder?!” Yan Guilai glowered, rolling up his sleeves as he rushed back, his eyes blazing with anger.

Winds and thunders roared and thrashed around them in resonance with their burgeoning auras.

Bang!

Once again, Yan Guilai crashed to the ground with purplish-green bruises on his face and a pair of black eyes.

“Do you seriously believe I can’t beat you?!” snarled Yan Guilai through gritted teeth.

“You were never a match for me,” scoffed Chu Xun.

“How dare you sprout such insolent words! All right, no leniency this time!” Yan Guilai rubbed his hands.

Swoosh!

Chu Xun vanished in the blink of an eye and reappeared right before him, his fists raised and imbued with his magic.

Bang! Bang!

Yelps of pain and agony rang out every time his knuckles pounded into Yan Guilai’s flesh in what seemed like a one-sided fistfight.

The Yan elders and acolytes around them could only stare in silence. “Should we help or what?!”

“Wait. If we get involved, we’d sure be beaten into a pulp. Stay, and we’d only be given an earful at most.”

“Hmmm… Perhaps it’s better we just stay back for now. And they cleverly chose to just remain as witnesses to this drama.”

“That’s enough, Chu Xun! Let go!” Yan Guilai snarled again as Chu Xun used an arm to keep him pinned down while the beating continued.

Bang! Bang!

Two powerful blows into him were the only responses he received.

Chu Xun was burning with uncontrollable rage. “You’re a few hundred years old for crying out loud! What on earth did you think you’re doing?!” And he gave another two punches for good measure.

“I’m only trying to help my son win a wife! How is that wrong now!?”

Bang! Bang!

Two more punches elicited more howls of pain from Yan Guilai.

“You can find all the wives in the world for your son for all I care, but why did you involve me into your sordid affair!? I could have been a revered guest of the Chamber, and now I’m out here, driven out the doors like a beggar!”

Chu Xun’s anger mounted with every word. Yan Guilai really needed a good beating for his nasty mind and even-worse plan!

“I’m father to Wushuang, your brother-at-arms, Chu Xun! How dare you struck me! You’d be cursed!” Yan Guilai yelled desperately, feeling ashamed that a man of a few hundred years could be beaten like a punching bag while being pinned down by him.

“I’ll just have to kill you first before the curse strikes me,” said Chu Xun, giving him another punch.

“Let me go! A fair fight if you dare!” Yan Guilai challenged him.

Chu Xun let him go at once.

Whoosh!

Gusts of gales swept around, lashing furiously like invisible whips as Yan Guilai’s aura burgeoned when he summoned his powers.

Bang!

It was no use; Chu Xun easily struck him down with another blow and went back to pinning him down while bludgeoning him ceaselessly.

Moments later, when the drubbing finally ended, Yan Guilai emerged with a face so heavily bruised, decked out with a pair of black eyes that made him look like panda bears.

“Give it back here, you brutish whelp,” Yan Guilai growled.

“What do you mean?” Chu Xun’s face was full of incredulity.

“Enough pretending, my Storage Ring!” Yan Guilai muttered, breathing heavily through his nostrils that his beard and mustache were billowing.

He wanted to retrieve from his Storage Rings something to dab on his wounds, only to realize that the ring on his finger was gone.

Chu Xun grumbled, intensely annoyed, “You accused me of taking an interest in Yao Baiyue just now and I swallowed it. And now you’re accusing me of stealing your ring? That does it!”

“Swallowed it?! You swallowed nothing! You gave me a huge beating in front of my men! And the Storage Ring had been on my finger, how else could it have vanished?!” Yan Guilai nearly cried out loud.

“I know it was you, Chu Xun. Now give it back here!” demanded Yan Guilai.

“I think you’re itching for another beating. Since when did I take your ring!” Chu Xun rubbed his palms together, readying for another fight.

“Then how did it disappear?” Yan Guilai said as he realized how Chu Xun had avoided causing injury to him while only inflicting pain just now.