Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1875 - 1749: Supreme Subduer of All Defiance (Part 2)

"No..."

"You..."

Zhou Qi attempted to speak, but just as he uttered a syllable, his own hand slapped his mouth, cutting off his words. Soon, his teeth shattered and flew out.

"What are you doing? Don’t hit yourself!"

"Young man, self-harming is not a good thing, you definitely have psychological issues. Your body, given to you by your parents, should be cherished."

"What do you mean by ’no’? Can’t stop, is that it!"

Song Yun controlled Zhou Qi to hit himself while speaking.

With his serious demeanor, if one only looked at his face, they’d think he was genuinely concerned about Zhou Qi.

For such arrogant people, he never shows mercy.

Since you came to provoke me, you should pay the price. Sparing your life is already merciful enough.

Finally, he made Zhou Qi hit himself until he passed out, then released his wrists.

With a thud, Zhou Qi fell to the ground, his entire face beaten to a pulp by his own hands.

Those around were astonished to see Zhou Qi knocked out.

It wasn’t Zhou Qi’s heavy injuries that surprised them, but this young man who could toy with Zhou Qi so easily.

It’s known that Zhou Qi is at peak level B, yet he had no resistance. Doesn’t that mean this young man has reached level S!

Gasp.

At this thought, everyone couldn’t help but take a sharp breath, staring at Song Yun in shock.

Song Yun shrugged and said to the people around: "Everyone saw it; he was hitting himself, and I couldn’t persuade him."

What do you mean you couldn’t persuade him, clearly you were the one hitting him.

Everyone’s mouths twitched, speechless, but no one stood up for Zhou Qi.

Zhou Dong, who was initially excited, was now dumbfounded looking at Zhou Qi on the ground.

He lowered his head and quietly tried to sneak away.

"Stop!"

Song Yun shouted coldly, and Zhou Dong turned back, trembling with fear that he’d end up like Zhou Qi.

With a mournful face, he looked at Song Yun and said: "You... what else do you want?"

Song Yun pointed at Zhou Qi: "Take him away, and if any elders want revenge, tell them to come soon. Let them know I cure all kinds of defiance."

"Yes, yes." Zhou Dong agreed twice and hurriedly carried Zhou Qi on his back, running off like lightning.

"Who is that young man, reaching S level at such a young age, which family does he belong to?"

"Could he be Senior Sanjian’s disciple?"

"Senior Sanjian’s disciple is missing an arm; I met him over there just now. It’s not him."

"Then who could this person be, could he be from some major sect?

Seeing there was no more to watch, the surrounding people quietly discussed and left.

Song Yun sat back in the wicker chair, winked at Qiu Chumeng: "Done, let’s continue chatting."

Qiu Chumeng finally came to her senses, scanning Song Yun up and down with joy: "You’re actually an S level, you’re amazing!"

Song Yun coughed twice, acting all high and mighty: "Cough, cough, don’t make a big deal. I’m usually quite low-key."

Qiu Chumeng giggled, then became serious, concerned: "Song Yun, the Zhou Family also has S levels. By beating Zhou Qi openly, they’ll definitely come looking for trouble. You should be careful."

Song Yun nonchalantly said: "Don’t worry, didn’t you hear what I said earlier? I specialize in dealing with all kinds of defiance."

Qiu Chumeng laughed: "Alright, you are impressive."

Just as the two were talking, a few people aggressively approached, and Qiu Chumeng’s face changed, she whispered: "Oh no, Zhou Family people are here."

She seemed somewhat afraid of the arriving people, stood up quickly, and said to Song Yun: "Quick, follow me, I’ll get my dad to help you."

"Qiu Chumeng, you can go, but he cannot!"

A stern-faced middle-aged man strode over in a few steps, blocking the garden path.

Song Yun remained unhurried, calmly sitting and smiling at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man said: "Hmph, you’re laughing now, but I’ll make sure you can’t laugh later."

"Really?" Song Yun pursed his lips and burst into laughter: "Hahaha..."

"You brat, you’re mocking me!"

The middle-aged man flew into a rage, showing no disguise of his intention to kill Song Yun.

The middle-aged man was full of murderous intent, but he was ultimately better at keeping his composure than Zhou Qi and didn’t take action easily.

However, watching Song Yun leisurely sitting in the rattan chair, the middle-aged man felt increasingly annoyed.

He asked, "Who are you, which family are you from?"

Song Yun mocked, "Are you investigating household registration? Are you from the authorities? Please show your credentials, otherwise, I have the right not to cooperate with you."

"You..." The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Kid, I am Zhou Shangtian of the Zhou Family. If you continue to be so arrogant, don’t blame me for being rude."

Song Yun laughed, "Shangtian? Then why aren’t you hurrying off, why stay on Earth?"

"It’s the Shang of ’noble’, not the Shang of ’above’." Zhou Shangtian said urgently, his face turning red.

The crowd that had dispersed began to gather again to watch the commotion.

Even though these people were experts, they still had the traditional Huaxia virtue of not minding their own business and enjoying the spectacle.

Yet seeing Zhou Shangtian there, the surrounding people didn’t talk much and just silently watched the development.

"Did you hit Zhou Qi?"

Zhou Shangtian stared coldly at Song Yun and asked.

Song Yun replied, "Zhou Qi? Who? Oh, you’re talking about the lunatic who was hitting himself just now. It’s none of my business. Everyone saw it, he was hitting himself. I tried to stop him, but failed."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Shangtian’s complexion became more grim, "Young man, is it that you mean to pick a fight with our Zhou Family?"

Song Yun shrugged, "I have no quarrel with anyone, it seems like you guys are looking for trouble with me."

Zhou Shangtian stared coldly at Song Yun and said, "I’ll give you a chance, kneel down and apologize, and the Zhou Family will let you go."

"Heh heh."

Song Yun chuckled and said, "I also give you a chance, tuck your tail and scram immediately, and I’ll let you go."

"How dare you! To humiliate me, Zhou Shangtian, today no one can save you!"

Zhou Shangtian finally couldn’t hold back anymore, his eyebrows raised, his face showed fierceness, and he swung his palm towards the seated Song Yun.

"Stop!"

Just then, a cold shout came.

Immediately, everyone heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

Clang.

In the next moment, a long sword gleaming with cold light and exuding a sharp aura stood between Song Yun and Zhou Shangtian.

s!

Zhou Shangtian judged the opponent’s level from the speed, his complexion changed, and he had to retreat.

Song Yun remained at ease sitting in the rattan chair, as if nothing had happened.

The crowd turned to look at the sword bearer, only to see that this person had no right arm, holding the sword with his left hand.

"Little Sword God!"

Everyone’s expression changed, recognizing this person as Sanjian’s disciple, Little Sword God.

Since becoming a disciple of Sanjian, martial arts people understood him more, knowing he was Sanjian’s disciple, and that he had reached s, his swordsmanship exceptional.

Seeing him suddenly appear now, everyone was quite surprised.

Although Zhou Shangtian didn’t know Little Sword God, he recognized his identity, felt apprehensive, and didn’t act.

He wasn’t afraid of Little Sword God, but he feared Sanjian.

After all, Sanjian reached ss, and Sanjian never failed in defeating enemies; this person wasn’t someone their Zhou Family could contend with.

He stared at Little Sword God and said in a deep voice, "Little Sword God, what do you mean? It doesn’t seem like it’s your business, even if you’re Senior Sanjian’s disciple, you can’t meddle, right?"

Little Sword God looked at Zhou Shangtian, "Brother Yun’s business is my business."

Brother Yun?!

Everyone was first confused, then turned their gaze to Song Yun, wondering who he was that Little Sword God would call him Brother Yun.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Shangtian’s expression became even more unpleasant.

But, he couldn’t concede.

He said in a deep voice, "Little Sword God, even if so, you must be reasonable. This person injured someone from my Zhou Family, could it be settled like this?"

Little Sword God didn’t speak, looking at Song Yun, because he didn’t know what had happened; he was just firmly on the same side as Song Yun.

Song Yun said to Zhou Shangtian, "It was Zhou Qi who attacked me, should I let him hit me? If he injured me, then what? Should I seek revenge on your Zhou Family?"

Speaking of this, Song Yun coldly laughed and continued, "We are all martial artists, he wants to speak with fists, I naturally accompany him. Yet now you want to be reasonable, how ridiculous! If you want to fight, fight, stop with the nonsense."