His speed was incredibly fast, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye. The black-shirted security guards that lay on the ground trembled once again, and a chill ran down their spines. In their heads, they could only ask themselves—is this guy even a human?

…

The hall was fully illuminated, and Su Li was tied to a chair. She was wearing a bright red wedding gown, and her lips were painted red, like the color of blood. Despite the finger marks on her cheeks, it didn’t change the fact that she was still gorgeous, and in his mind, she was undoubtedly the prettiest girl in the entire country.

Next to her was Yang Hongzhi, who was screaming and giggling as he licked a lollipop. From time to time, he kept on repeating, “I want to eat poop,” over and over again. He looked like a fool and was evidently mentally unstable.

There were only five persons in the hall: Yang Yuanzhong, the two sturdy men in black shirts, Su Li, and Yang Hongzhi. On the floor, there lay three dead bodies—the men who played the suona earlier on. After they performed the ceremonial music, Yang Yuanzhong slapped them from the top of their skulls and instantly killed them, leaving blood and brain fluids all over the floor.

“Don’t worry, that b*stard is really quite strong. That rabble of trash out there won’t be able to stop him; I’m sure he will be able to get here.”

Yang Yuanzhong started praying in front of his wife’s memorial tablet, and on the surface, it looked like he was comforting Su Li. Still, there seemed to be another sinister meaning behind his voice, which was enough to make her tremble—for it was as if he also meant to say, “I’ll rip his head off right in front of you!”

“You are a madman…”

Su Li stared right back at him. Her voice was somewhat shaky as she was feeling a deep sense of panic. No matter how arrogant and strong she was on other days, this was enough to scare her, for Yang Yuanzhong was a devil who could quickly kill someone without blinking an eye.

“After tonight, you ought to change and call me ‘father’ just like Zhi-er,” Yang Yuanzhong said. He was not annoyed at all but had a weird smile on his face.

Su Li could no longer reply to anything he said—there was an awful stench of blood in the air, next to her was a crazy fool, and the wall behind her was a tomb that had dead bodies in it. Yang Yuangzhong was a terrifying madman, and the two men in black shirts that were standing not too far away exuded a cold, threatening aura. It really sent chills down her spine.

Being in a place like this, if it weren’t because she was mentally strong, she would have most probably already collapsed right from the start. Deep down, she really wished that all of these were nothing more than a nightmare!

“Boss, he’s here!”

The two guys who had initially been standing as still as two inanimate objects started to move their eyes. It was one of them that had spoken, and there were no emotions in his voice at all. It was just a low-pitched drone, which sounded sinister and cold.

Su Li immediately turned her head and looked towards the door. A figure started to emerge from the darkness, walking in deliberate steps slowly. The bright lights fell onto his handsome face, and as his image became more apparent, her heart stirred. She felt a rush of emotions—she was happy, a little excited, but at the same time, a little worried.

Sitting on the chair, Yang Hongzhi was licking his lollipop with a silly smile on his face when he suddenly got a shock and fell to the ground. He fearfully looked at the man who had just stepped into the hall, and in a shrill voice, he screamed, “I don’t want to eat poop anymore, I don’t want to eat poop anymore…”

Although he had already gone crazy and turned into a fool, he could never forget the horrifying things that Xiao Luo did to him that day. He even dropped the lollipop that he was holding on to.

“Zhi-er!”

Yang Yuanzhong rushed over like a gust of wind and tried to calm him down, gently holding on to the back of his head. But Yang Hongzhi could no longer remain calm and fell into a panicky state. Yang Yuanzhong had no choice but to quickly gave him two taps on his chest to put him to sleep. “Have a good sleep, for tonight, your father here will definitely kill this guy, rip his heart out and soak it in wine for you to drink. Then you will be able to recover your mind and body.”

“Yang Yuanzhong, this feud is between the Yang family and me and has nothing to do with Miss Su at all. You better let her go!”

Xiao Luo’s eyes were filled with hatred. A raging fury started to rise from within when he saw Su Li’s hands tied to a chair and that she was dressed up in bright red bridal makeup and attire. Xiao Luo had never considered himself to be Su Li’s man, but he couldn’t help it and felt really angry. He was not going to allow anyone to hurt this woman.

“Let her go?”

Yang Yuanzhong walked towards her and stood beside Su Li, and as if admiring some exquisite looking item, he lightly touched Su Li’s smooth chin with his fingers. Suddenly, he grasped onto Su Li’s neck. He made sure to hold it really tight, using a lot of power. Su Li’s face turned red instantly because she could no longer breathe properly. Yang Yuanzhong smirked and said, “Sure, I’ll let her go if you immobilize both of your arms!”

“Everything seems to be really well calculated, but what a shame you have to continue dreaming!” Xiao Luo said and smiled.

As soon as he finished his sentence, he moved and went into action without any warning. He rushed towards Yang Yuanzhong with his palm attack. Accompanied by a loud crackling sound, the inner power that surged from the striking palm flowed throughout the entire hall, dancing wildly. Regardless of where Xiao Luo moved, the tiles on the floor started to crack and lifted off the floor.

“Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?”

Yang Yuanzhong opened his eyes wide in surprise. His opponent’s palm strength was exceptional. If he did not dodge this quickly enough, he would suffer severe injuries. At the same time, he also felt that he had to hold onto Su Li so that Xiao Luo wouldn’t kill him. Xiao Luo’s right palm was getting closer now, and that terrifying palm caused all the pores in his body to open up. He no longer hesitated and abandoned Su Li immediately, taking evasive action by moving to one side.

As he dodged the blow, he looked over and was sure that Su Li would be smashed to smithereens with the palm attack. But instead, something that he could have never have imagined happened.

As if having a conscience of its own, the surging energy from the palm strike made a turn as it came close to Su Li. Like a raging torrent smashing into a huge boulder, it dispersed to either side of Su Li, and instead, crashed into the memorial tablet that belonged to Yang Yuanzhong’s wife, destroying it. After executing his move, Xiao Luo grabbed on to Su Li, tied to the chair, and returned to his previous position like a gust of wind while maintaining a distance between him and Yang Yuanzhong.

Xiao Luo undid the rope that bound Su Li and positioned her safely behind him. With a caring smile, he said, “Stand right behind me.”

From behind, Su Li looked at Xiao Luo, and her eyes were filled with surprise and astonishment.

How did Xiao Luo do what he just did? Is this considered martial arts?

It was the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Does this kind of martial arts technique actually exist in this world?

At that moment, the impression that she had of Xiao Luo climbed several notches all of a sudden. She could have never imagined that Xiao Luo was this strong and had this god-like martial arts ability, like those one watched in movies.

After realizing the error of her ways, she felt a warmth in her heart all of a sudden. It felt like someone actually cared for her.

At that moment, Yang Yuanzhong regained his senses and scowled, “You little b*stard, no wonder you had the guts to be this arrogant. It is because you know martial arts!”

“And, like-wise, you are this arrogant as well because you possess the fire palm technique, am I wrong?” Xiao Luo responded with a smirk.

“You did a check on me?” Yang Yuanzhong asked, giving away his shock with an awkward look on his face.

Xiao Luo didn’t reply to his question, but looked into Yang Hongzhi’s eyes and mocked, “Your son hired people to beat me up, and said that he’d go eat ** if they didn’t cripple me, so I just fulfilled his wish for him, but I never expected him to be this weak and turn into the fool that he is now.”

After listening to him say this so casually, Yang Yuanzhong twitched his mouth angrily and yelled, “You b*stard, I’m going to kill you!”

There’s no way he could hold it in anymore. He roared and charged towards Xiao Luo immediately.

Yang Yuanzhong’s technique was known as fire palm, but that didn’t mean flames would surge from his palms. It was rather more of building up the energy in his palm before he unleashed it. Each fire palm strike could destroy the internal force in his opponent’s body, and the impact would leaving a burning effect, and that’s why it was called the fire palm.