Chapter 117 Ye Xuan’s Seniority

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Chapter 117: Chapter 117 Ye Xuan’s SeniorityYe Xuan’s disdainful gaze infuriated Zhao Banshan so much he wished he could slap Ye Xuan to death. In the martial world, he also had some fame, and even in the Song Family, Song Shaopeng’s father had to treat him with respect. To be ridiculed as a cripple by a youngster time and again was maddening for Zhao Banshan, and murderous intent boiled in his heart! "You brat, it seems you’re itching for a quick death! If that’s the case, this old man will grant your wish." Zhao Banshan’s face was a mask of icy fury, and an invisible wind seemed to swirl around him, his joints crackling ominously, his entire presence thunderous, casting a dark shadow over the space. As his words ended, he stamped his left leg on the ground and charged toward Ye Xuan like a starving tiger lunging for its prey, unstoppable! It was impossible to tell that he had just been limping, and he moved much faster than an ordinary man. "Old man? I hate those of you who use age to demand respect. Back then, I would’ve struck down anyone like you I came across!" Ye Xuan, however, appeared completely undaunted, even daring to mock him. While this cripple might possess some strength, it was nothing special against ordinary people; to Ye Xuan, he was as weak as a baby, not even worth considering. "You’re seeking death!" Murder swam in Zhao Banshan’s eyes. He had never seen such an arrogant youth before, accelerating his pace, charging straight at Ye Xuan. Swoosh! His left leg kicked out swiftly, like a bolt of lightning in the dark night, and even the air cracked in its wake. The speed of his kick and its ferocity were truly worthy of the name "Iron Leg Half Mountain!" Zhao Banshan had the pride to match his skill. Unfortunately, he had encountered Ye Xuan, a monster who made the entire world’s dark forces tremble. His fate had already been sealed! Ye Xuan quickly pulled out three silver needles, piercing them into the Bai Wenrou’s Baihui, Tianling, and Fengchi acupoints, and carried her on his back. In the next moment, when he turned to face Zhao Banshan, an extreme coldness flickered in his eyes, and he said lightly, "I told you, you are a cripple! That means a cripple!" As his words fell and Zhao Banshan’s offensive approached, Ye Xuan’s leg flew out. Whoosh! The air itself seemed to sing with the sound of a sword, and Ye Xuan’s leg shot out with ultimate speed, clashing with Zhao Banshan’s leg in mid-air. Boom! A muffled colossus sound erupted, as if two trains had collided, the impact thunderous. At this moment, Zhao Banshan’s face changed dramatically; his left leg felt as if it had been struck by an ax, searing pain as though it had been cleaved in two! Crack! In fact, as soon as this thought flashed through his mind, his left leg snapped like timber, breaking in two—he went from Iron Leg to cripple. Not only that, but a powerful force then blasted him away, slamming him into the wall behind, creating a depression in the solid wall before he rolled down to the ground. "Puh! Cough cough..." The moment Zhao Banshan hit the ground, blood spurted from his mouth followed by violent coughing, his whole body collapsed. However, he didn’t care about his injury; as soon as he hit the ground, he raised his head, his gaze filled with intense shock looking at Ye Xuan. He simply couldn’t fathom how this youngster was so powerful to have kicked him away and effortlessly broken his strongest left leg. Zhao Banshan finally understood why Ye Xuan had seemed so nonchalant upon meeting him. Turned out to be a hidden master! "I told you, you should be called Cripple Half Mountain! How about it, do you believe it now?" Ye Xuan said indifferently. "Who are you?" Zhao Banshan took a deep breath, asking with a solemn face. "My identity is none of your business." "You..." Zhao Banshan’s face hardened, and he snorted coldly, "Don’t think that just because you defeated me you can look down on everyone. The Zhao Family of Jinmen is full of masters. Your strength might not be anything special among them!" "The Zhao Family of Jinmen?" A playful smile appeared on Ye Xuan’s lips as he looked at Zhao Banshan and said, "Looking at how you kicked just now, it must be the Shaolin Twelve-Routine Springing Legs. I recall there’s a Zhao Wenguang in the Zhao Family who is quite skilled with it. What’s your relationship to him?" "Zhao Wenguang is my great-grandfather!" Zhao Banshan’s face showed respect, and then he frowned at Ye Xuan, "You know my great-grandfather? It’s like a flood has hit the Dragon King Temple—one would think you should call me uncle given your age." "Stuff your bullshit!" Ye Xuan retorted coldly, his face full of disdain, "What are you? I address Zhao Wenguang as a brother, calling him big brother! By that logic, you should call me Grandpa Ye." What! Zhao Banshan was almost choked by Ye Xuan’s words. The lad claimed to be brothers with his great-grandfather? What a joke! He himself was nearly fifty, and his great-grandfather Zhao Wenguang was a hundred years old, long retired from worldly concerns, immersed in martial cultivation! He had scarcely even seen the old man’s face a few times. How could a twenty-year-old kid possibly have any connection to Zhao Wenguang? But then again, given Ye Xuan’s terrifying strength, it just might be possible he knew Zhao Wenguang! Whether their relationship was one of equals would have to be confirmed with the great-grandfather himself. Thinking this, Zhao Banshan’s gaze turned icy. He had thought to give the Song Family some face by coming here to perform a killing tonight, not expecting it to involve his great-grandfather! If what this youngster said was true, wouldn’t that make him a twenty-year-old grandpa out of the blue? But he had no intention of calling Ye Xuan grandpa. Instead, he clasped his hands and said firmly, "Young man, there seems to be a misunderstanding! But what goes around comes around. I hope you don’t fall into my hands one day. Farewell!" Zhao Banshan left those words behind and prepared to limp away. He had already been crippled, and Ye Xuan’s attack had ruined his left leg, effectively making both legs useless, and reducing nearly all his strength. He harbored only resentment against Ye Xuan. "Heh heh, calling you grandpa was a sign of respect. If it weren’t for Zhao Wenguang’s sake, I would have killed you today! Now you want to leave, but next time we meet, even if Zhao Wenguang himself begs for mercy, it will be useless!" Watching Zhao Banshan’s retreating back, Ye Xuan chuckled coldly. Zhao Banshan paused, but pride kept him from succumbing to humiliation, and he limped away. "Tell Song Shaopeng he’d better stop courting death. If there’s a next time, the Song Family... I will annihilate!" Looking out into the silent, empty night, Ye Xuan’s eyes were colder than the darkness itself. So cold it made one’s heart quiver!

Chapter 117 Ye Xuan’s Seniority

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