CHAPTER 509: CHAPTER 298: BEATING HELIAN WITHOUT HOLDING BACK

Helian Zhaoyu’s face rapidly distorted with the slap, his head following the force to twist to the side, and a stream of blood sprayed from his mouth.

He wore a white robe, originally spotless, but now a crimson bloodstain appeared on his chest, and one side of his hair was disheveled by the slap.

Helian Zhaoyu’s face was burning with pain, a humiliation he had never experienced in his life. Who dared to slap him?

His head leaned to the right side and didn’t turn back, maintaining stillness and silence, with no ripple on his face, but his eyes were chillingly terrifying.

"How satisfying!" Wu Yaizu shouted, directly rolling up his sleeves.

Xiang Yiwu’s door-panel-wide body was also approaching, like a wall pressing over, casting a large shadow on the ground.

Qin Ming waved his hand, stopping them, and said, "I’ll handle this myself!"

He wouldn’t let the two get involved; this matter was not suitable for them to deeply intervene.

"Brother Ming, what are you talking about?" Wu Yaizu walked forward.

"No more words!" Qin Ming stopped them in an undeniable tone.

In the tearoom, the black-clothed teenager Wei Cheng, lying amidst the chaos, finally regained his senses, with a clear shoe print on his face.

Qin Ming’s kick just now was too heavy, sending him swirling six meters away, losing several teeth with his mouth full of blood foam.

Wei Cheng almost fell unconscious just now, but now he finally woke up.

"Qin Ming!" he gritted his teeth, having had a smooth life, no one dared to treat him like this.

Being able to walk alongside Helian Zhaoyu, he naturally had some background.

Do you want to die? These four words almost burst out of him, but at the last moment, he restrained himself, forcibly holding back from speaking.

Because he knew that if he vented now, he would likely suffer a bigger loss.

But his eyes appeared extremely venomous, staring at Qin Ming without a word.

"Are you calling me?" Qin Ming heard and walked towards him.

He naturally sensed the black-clothed teenager’s strong malice, the resentful energy ready to burst through the tearoom. In that case, whether kicking once or ten times, it felt natural to straightforwardly vent his feelings.

Wei Cheng couldn’t get up, still being suppressed, and suddenly panicked, his eyes icy as he looked at Yu Gen Sheng, saying, "Do you know what you’re doing? Let me go!"

Qin Ming approached, kicking him to soar in the air, then placing his foot on the other side of his face, leaving a shoe print there as well.

He calmly said, "Now it’s symmetrical."

Wei Cheng fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of hot blood along with three teeth. His eyes spewed fire, his anger attacking his heart, and then he fainted.

Qin Ming stepped over his body and approached the corner of the wall ahead, because although the purple-clothed boy there said nothing, his gaze was as vicious as an evil ghost from hell.

"Your heart is filled with murderous intent, endless resentment, wishing to grind my bones to dust, right?" Qin Ming went up to him and kicked him in the face, the wall behind his head crumbling into a large hole from the impact.

Luo Jingxiao’s mind roared, blanking out, taking three breaths to recover, and then he seemed to be burning, his heart furious. He felt he was very restrained, saying not a word.

Even like this, the other came over to kick him!

"You may be quiet, but your resentment is so heavy that the murderous intent in your heart is striking my brow. Do you take me for a wooden man?"

Qin Ming kicked him twice more, saying, "Do you think you’re in the clear just because you’re quiet? Next time, maybe smile softly, and it might be better."

"You bas..." Luo Jingxiao couldn’t bear it any longer, he had to smile even after being beaten?

He swallowed back the rest of his words, as a foot landed, blocking his mouth, making his teeth loosen, and intense pain followed.

Luo Jingxiao doubted life, filled with shame and rage. Who was the grassroots without a background, and who was the direct lineage heir of the Outer World’s upper echelon?

He was shaking with anger, feeling Qin Ming’s means were more adept than those they usually handled others with, even simple words stabbing straight into his heart.

He couldn’t mobilize his Consciousness Spiritual Light, unable to resist, his head receiving two more kicks, his gaze scattered until he also fainted.

Qin Ming walked back, naturally not forgetting the principal figure.

When passing by the black-clothed teenager, he added four more kicks, feeling he kicked too few earlier, thinking the other only fainted from rage.

Wei Cheng woke up from pain, understanding the situation, his lungs about to explode with anger.

Not long ago, he and Luo Jingxiao were sneering, looking down on Qin Ming, Wu Yaizu, them, and had even mocked them before, thinking the abandoned child of the Cui Family wouldn’t dare come to the Immortal Tomb Territory.

In the end, they not only came, but now were kicking him with brute force.

Wei Cheng fainted again, this time from the pain.

"Brother Ming, take a rest!" Wu Yaizu said, as he and Xiang Yiwu approached.

Qin Ming shook his head, now standing in front of Helian Zhaoyu. This person was really composed, not making a sound even after being slapped in the face.

"Brother, please let us go, this matter is nothing, we can sit down and talk."

The two old men suppressed on the floor spoke now, trying to look up at Yu Gen Sheng under great pressure.

Boom!

However, their heads hit the floor heavily again, the entire tearoom shaking.

Yu Gen Sheng didn’t give them any face, continuing to suppress them silently.

"Our Helian Family doesn’t initiate troubles actively, but we’re not afraid of them either." The two old men spoke with difficulty.

Amidst rumbling noises, their heads sank into the ground, cracks appearing in the tearoom.

Helian Zhaoyu no longer kept his head aside, slowly turning it to look at Qin Ming.