Chapter 20 - The Vicious Boy (1/2)

Thud!

Mu Zhong threw the arm on the ground while the guard howled in pain. While the guard’s howls were echoing in the streets, the others stared at the muscular man in horror.

A trace of fear flashed across the young man’s face as well. He then shouted angrily: “All of you, kill him now!”

The remaining five guards exchanged looks, ushered battle cries, and dashed forward towards Mu Zhong and Mu Feng with swords in their hands.

However, Mu Zhong and Mu Feng remained calm and didn’t move at all when they saw the scene. There wasn’t even a trace of fear on their faces.

“Little Lord, how should we settle this?”

Mu Zhong clenched his fists and asked with a smile.

“I suggest that we don’t kill them, but give each one of them a broken arm.”

Mu Feng said calmly.

“You got it!”

Just as Mu Zhong finished his sentence, a strong Energy Force was instantly formed around him. He stepped forward and a gush of blue-colored Meta-power burst out under his foot, causing the nearby sand and dust to form a whirlwind.

Bang!

Suddenly, Mu Zhong dashed out as fast as a bullet, and in a blink of an eye, he was standing in front of a guard. He grabbed hold of the guard’s arm and twisted it.

Kachakk!

“Ah……!”

The guard screamed and his face twisted in pain. His arm had been ripped off.

Right after that, Mu Zhong grabbed hold of the sword held in the detached arm and threw it towards another guard who was preparing to strike at him.

Swoosh!

A flash of blue-colored Sword Qi flew out and instantly chopped the guard’s arm off.

Mu Zhong then swiftly moved about, chopping an arm off of another two guards, each with a single strike from his blue-colored Sword Qi. All of the guards screamed and rolled on the ground in pain.

Swoosh!

“Go to hell!”

At this moment, another guard sneaked behind Mu Zhong, raised his sword, and viciously struck down towards Mu Zhong.

Clang!

However, just when the sword was about half a meter away from Mu Zhong, a blue-colored shield formed around Mu Zhong, blocking the attack.

The strike bounced off the blue shield. Mu Zhong then turned around, grabbed hold of the guard’s arm, and struck down with his sword.

“Ah, no!”

Kachakk!

The guard screamed in pain and fell on the ground along with his detached arm. Blood gushed out profusely.

“Was that… a Gang Qi Defense Shield?”

“Yes, it was. He must be a Ning Gang level cultivator! There’s a Ning Gang level cultivator in An Nan city!”

“Hehe, Huang Yi is so unlucky. That Ning Gang level cultivator called the young man as ‘Little Lord’, so it seems that the young man is a disciple from a big family.”

The people on the streets started whispering to one another. Upon seeing what Mu Zhong had done, the young man dressed in yellow silk robes trembled in fear and stumbled a few steps back.

H-He is so powerful! Is he one of the strongest within the main family? Or is he just Mu Feng’s bodyguard? Damn it, why does a cripple like him have such a powerful bodyguard? Don’t tell me that it’s just because he’s the Little Lord of the main family?

Upon thinking this, a wave of jealousy and hatred swept over Mu Cang.

“A Ni-Ning Gang level cultivator!”

The young man dressed in yellow silk robes was so scared that he wanted to flee as soon as possible.

However, Mu Zhong dashed forward and stopped right in front of the young man. The young man who was about to flee bumped into Mu Zhong and fell on the ground.

“D-Don’t kill me! D-Don’t chop my arm off!”

The young man fell back a few more steps and shook in fear. However, Mu Zhong grabbed him by the collar and dragged him in front of Mu Feng.

“Little Lord.”

Mu Zhong seized the young man, looked at Mu Feng, and waited for his orders.

“Pl-Please, I’m begging you, don’t kill me! Please have mercy! Don’t chop my arm off!”

The young man continued to plead for mercy and even wet his pants, emitting a stinky smell.

Mu Feng looked at him and said coldly: “Now you’re begging for your life? What happened to your vicious aura just now? Are you that much of a coward? You may not want to die, but did that kid want to die?”

A murderous intent stirred up within Mu Feng. He picked a sword up from the ground and held it tightly in his hand.

“Wait a minute, Little Lord Feng.”