Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
âYou donât know your chalk from your cheese!â Fu Ziyun was annoyed. âI gave you a way out but you did not cherish it. Iâll just go ahead and let Hong Tianmeng kill you then!â
The young maids glared at Chen Xiaobei with contempt in their eyes.
The middle-aged men standing at the entrance of the tent also wore mocking smiles on their faces while jeering, âHow could such a stupid kid manage to catch a Cloud-riding Golden Antlers Deer? It must have been sheer dumb luck huh!â
Hong Tianmengâs minions waved their hands in the air, shouting, âKill! Yong master! Kill him! Hahahaâ¦â
Bro Huoâs face was ashen. He was so afraid that silence had befallen him.
Hwaaâ¦.
Hong Tianmeng transformed into his Giant Rhinoceros image again.
One punch was a whopping 180,000 combat power. That was comparable to moving a mountain!
âYou little twat! Watch me squash you into mincemeat!â Hong Tianmeng clenched his teeth, his eyes savage, launching all of his rage he had harbored against Fu Ziyun at Chen Xiaobei.
âPiece of junk!â Chen Xiaobei swung the buck around so that it rested on his left shoulder, and channeled Earth Ethereal Force with his right hand.
The Primordial Witch King Combat Enhancement Training Manual was launched.
200,000 combat power at full capacity! Wood Ethereal Force bloomed into a vibrant green giant hand, plunging down from the heavens like the Buddhaâs Palm from the movies.
Boom!
The giant palm slammed onto the back of the rhinoceros.
The surging rhinoceros was suddenly thwarted as if a giant mountain had crashed onto it, preventing it from moving.
Chen Xiaobeiâs combat power was in itself already stronger than Hong Tianmengâs! On top of that, the element of Wood trumps that of Earth!
The result of the fight was not a surprise at all.
Boooom!
The giant palm crushed the rhinoceros until nothing was left of it.
The crowd that had been watching exclaimed in astonishment, âHo⦠How is that possibleâ¦â
A second ago, they all thought that Chen Xiaobei was a foolish idiot, having anticipated he was going to lose.
But right at this very second, the truth had now slapped them hard right across their faces.
The âidiotâ they had thought would die, actually possessed such terrifying strength.
Who really was this âidiotâ in question?
Smack!
A loud slap exploded on Hong Tianmengâs face.
With one hand carrying the deer, Chen Xiaobei sent a palm flying down hard on Hong Tianmengâs face.
Blood sputtered out of Hong Tianmengâs mouth as he spun round and around like a spinning top until he toppled over.
He fell to the ground with a loud thud. Hong Tianmengâs head throbbed profusely, and he was seeing stars. With a violent swing of his head, he threw up all over ground with a mixture of blood and broken teeth.
Chen Xiaobeiâs combat power was closer to that of Fu Ziyun, but he was elementally superior causing his attack to be doubled in effectiveness.
The damage he inflicted on Hong Tianmeng was clearly far more severe than Fu Ziyunâs!
Everyone was shocked.
âArgghhh⦠this freaking hurtsâ¦â Hong Zhimeng cupped his face, and howled, âYou f*cking twerp! How dare you hit me⦠Donât you know that Major General Hong is my father?! You will pay for this! You pay the most painful price for this!â
âHow much of a price?â Chen Xiaobei asked indifferently as he walked over to his opponent.
âMy father will make sure you are dead!â Hong Tianmeng roared. âHe will beat you up and skin you alive! Finally, heâll crush you until all your flesh and bones turn into a slop and feed it to the dogs!â
âMm, so I have to pay such a hefty price for simply slapping you?â Chen Xiaobei asked.
âYes! Thatâs right!â Hong Tianmeng glowered. âMy father is the Major General! Hitting me means hitting my father as well! This will not end well for you!â
âWhat if I kill you? What kind of price will I have to pay then?â Chen Xiaobei asked in a frosty tone.
âWh⦠What? You⦠You want to kill meâ¦â Hong Tianmengâs breathe quickened. âNo! You wouldnât dare! Even Fu Ziyun wouldnât dare kill you! You wouldnât dareâ¦â
Zing!
Chen Xiaobei kept silent, and only his hands moved â a swift swing of his black blade and crack!
âArgggghâ¦â Hong Tianmengâs head was severed. Blood sprayed out from his neck where his head used to be, soaking the ground with a red puddle.
âMy god⦠That⦠That kid killed our young master Hongâ¦â
Hong Tianmengâs minions screamed, shaking from head to toe. They were now flustered like children before an angry teacher.
They could not believe that Chen Xiaobei actually killed the son of Major General Hong.
He did not even blink while doing it!
âWho in the world is that kid? Who does he think he is?â Fu Zhuyun asked gravely.
His maids were as white as a sheet, as if haunted by the most frightful of ghosts.
Bro Huo was alarmed. âDoctor⦠Youâve gotten yourself into some serious troubleâ¦â
âBro Huo, you and I have only met this once. Youâre not involved in any of this! Just go!â Chen Xiaobei said. Though Chen Xiaobei spoke in a seemingly cold manner, he was obviously protecting Bro Huo from the receiving end of the Hong familyâs spite.
Bro Huo knew very well that he could not afford that. âIâ¦â
He heaved a long sigh before quietly retreating.
Ding!
[For eliminating Third Generation Villain. You receive 30,000 merit points!]
Ding!
[Your current merit points total is 33,580,000; 11,420,000 points away from the next level.]
[Charm: 3,358,000; Luck: 3,358,000]
Chen Xiaobei did not absorb Hong Tianmengâs blood essence and spirit after killing him, so the merit points were transferred to his account immediately.
Qixi festival, Mid-autumn festival and the Gourmet Food competition were drawing near, and there were going to be a lot of Red Envelopes up for grabs.
It was only necessary for Chen Xiaobei to accumulate as much luck as possible.
âSo, what do you say? Are you going to get lost or are you going to fight me?â
With one hand still holding the deer and the other grasping the black saber, Chen Xiaobei approached Fu Ziyun.
âIâ¦â Fu Ziyun gulped. He could feel very clearly, experience the overbearing aura coming from Chen Xiaobei.
This aura had nothing to do with cultivation or age; it was solely built on a personâs mental strength.
Fu Ziyun felt as if a primordial ancient beast was glaring at him, ready to tear him into pieces.
âHuh⦠Letâs goâ¦â Fu Ziyun turned away.
Chen Xiaobei paid no heed to him but turned his gaze towards the entrance of the tent and said, âIâve come so submit my catch! Am I late?â
âNo, no, no⦠Please come in! Come in!â The middle-aged men who had been watching nodded and bowed, before inviting Chen Xiaobei in.