Chapter 1804: Avenge Grievances, Settle Scores

Slap!

"You dawdle even when moving a few pieces of heavy gold stone. Didn't you eat? Tell me, you useless piece of trash, what good are you? Why don't you just die?"

A supervisor at the seventh level of the Divine Lord realm, holding a leather whip, lashed it fiercely onto a burly man.

That lash cut deep enough to reveal bone.

Bang!

Still unsatisfied, he followed up with a kick to the burly man, sending him flying.

The burly man hit the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

A dozen or so menial disciples stood before the supervisor, each one utterly respectful, none daring to step forward.

The supervisor wore the attire of a Tianxin Peak disciple, very conspicuous.

Han Yong struggled to his feet, his gaze icy as he stared at the supervisor, his teeth clenched.

"Oh ho, quite the temper! Still daring to glare at me? I'll give you something to glare at!"

Slap!

Another lash struck, tearing flesh from Han Yong's face, hideous and terrifying.

The supervisor's technique was clearly extremely skilled, using divine essence just right—the lash wouldn't kill, but it would certainly split the skin and cause bone-deep pain.

Han Yong, his face dark, said through gritted teeth: "Du Zichuan, I was delivering heavy gold stone up the mountain when I happened to run into Li Jinyao, and he made me do tasks. Dare you say you didn't arrange that?"

Du Zichuan flew into a rage: "You bastard! A mere menial disciple dares to slander an outer disciple? Have you grown a leopard's heart and bear's gall?"

Slap!

With that, another lash.

Du Zichuan sneered: "Do you still think you're that lofty genius disciple? Now you're nothing but trash! A complete piece of trash! Hahaha..."

After Zhong Hanlin severely injured Han Yong that time, despite a period of recovery, he could no longer return to his peak state.

Now Han Yong's cultivation had plummeted, leaving him only at the third level of the Divine Lord realm.

So before Du Zichuan, he had no power to fight back.

Han Yong, his face dark, gritted his teeth: "You lackey, if you have the guts, kill me! Otherwise, one day you'll regret this!"

He was stubborn by nature; though humiliated in every way, he never yielded.

Du Zichuan laughed loudly: "Kill you? Why would I kill you? I'm having too much fun every day now. Killing you would take away a lot of pleasure. Besides, Senior Brother Zhong told me to treat you well! But this time, I'm really upset, so you'll bear the brunt of my anger!"

With that, Du Zichuan's whip, like a viper's tongue, lashed onto Han Yong.

This guy was clearly an expert at tormenting people; each lash tore flesh from Han Yong's body.

It wasn't fatal, but it was more unbearable than death.

Han Yong rolled on the ground from the beating, but refused to make a sound, enduring stubbornly.

Slap!

The whip cracked, but this time it didn't land.

Du Zichuan's expression changed; he felt a blur before his eyes, and suddenly a person appeared in front of him.

That person firmly grasped the whip, and no matter how Du Zichuan urged his divine essence, he couldn't pull it free.

"Let... let go!" Du Zichuan, face reddening, said.

Ye Yuan's eyes flashed with cold light; with a slight flick of his wrist, the whip slipped from his hand.

Du Zichuan was startled, his face darkening: "You... who are you, daring to run wild on my Tianxin Peak! Do you... do you know who I am?"

Ye Yuan said indifferently: "I know. You're Zhong Hanlin's lackey."

Du Zichuan's expression changed; he knew Ye Yuan was here to cause trouble.

But relying on being part of the Feihua Sect, he had always acted arrogantly and didn't take Ye Yuan seriously.

Just an unfamiliar outer disciple, how could he dare to challenge the Feihua Sect?

"I... I warn you, I'm from the Feihua Sect. If you dare touch me, you won't come to a good end!" Du Zichuan blustered, threatening.

Ye Yuan laughed upon hearing this: "If you hadn't said you were from the Feihua Sect, I might have gone easy on you. But now... you'll die a miserable death!"

Ye Yuan's conflict with the Feihua Sect had a long history; this guy actually used that to threaten him—truly asking for trouble!

However, Ye Yuan didn't do anything to him immediately. Instead, he bent down to examine Han Yong.

Han Yong had already fainted from the pain, his body now like a blooming flower—skin split open, not a single spot intact.

Ye Yuan's anger had already burst through all barriers. He took out a pill, stuffed it into Han Yong's mouth, and used divine essence to help him absorb it.

Seeing this, Du Zichuan tried to slip away while Ye Yuan wasn't paying attention.

But as he moved, a blast of energy struck from afar!

Bang!

Du Zichuan's back knee was hit, and he fell directly to his knees.

Ye Yuan's aim was precise; Du Zichuan's legs had now completely lost sensation, and he couldn't run anymore.

"Don't rush, it hasn't started yet. What's the hurry?" Ye Yuan's faint voice seemed to come from the underworld, sending chills down his spine.

He wanted to run, but couldn't!

Soon, Han Yong slowly regained consciousness, and his injuries visibly healed.

They were mostly superficial wounds—painful, but not serious.

Of course, it was also because Ye Yuan arrived in time; otherwise, it might have been worse.

"Ye... Ye Yuan! You... you're not dead!"

Han Yong opened his eyes and saw Ye Yuan, his face full of shock.

Ever since two hundred years ago, when Bai Qingyan played a zither piece on Huoyun Peak, everyone knew Ye Yuan was dead.

But now, Ye Yuan stood before him alive.

No, in two hundred years, breaking through from the sixth level to the ninth level of the Divine Lord realm—what... what kind of speed was that?

Ye Yuan smiled: "We'll talk about that later. For now, let's avenge grievances and settle scores!"

With that, Ye Yuan handed the whip to Han Yong.

Han Yong was stunned, then immediately understood.

Over the years, Du Zichuan had tormented him to the brink of death.

Many times, he had wanted to kill himself, but held back.

He was a resilient person and had managed to endure.

Though he knew it would be hard to return to his peak, he still clung to that sliver of hope.

Han Yong took the whip and said through gritted teeth: "Ye Yuan, thank you!"

Ye Yuan smiled: "We're brothers, no need for thanks. This is just a small fry. Let's finish him quickly! Do you dare to raise hell with me?"

Han Yong's expression changed, immediately guessing what Ye Yuan intended to do.

He gritted his teeth: "I'm already like this, what do I have to fear? Even if I can't return to my peak, I'll still take this revenge! But... this will drag you down."

Ye Yuan sneered: "Drag me down? Heh, my feud with the Feihua Sect is already irreconcilable!"

Han Yong was taken aback, then nodded firmly: "If you're not afraid, what am I afraid of? But this Du Zichuan, today I must vent my anger!"

With that, Han Yong walked slowly toward Du Zichuan.

Du Zichuan's expression changed, and he threatened: "Han Yong, you waste! You... you dare hit me?"

Han Yong sneered: "Are you stupid? All these years I didn't hit you because I couldn't beat you! Otherwise, you'd have died ten thousand times by now! Now that my brother's here, you just enjoy yourself!"