Chapter 70 How come you're addicted to kneeling now?

Words : 1345 Updated : Sep 12th, 2025

"Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't; one must see to know."Hao Jian pushed open the car door and stepped out, meanwhile instructing Shu Ya, "Stay here, do not come out without my permission." Shu Ya nodded, her expression also somewhat tense; she could see that the current situation was very serious. Then, Hao Jian walked toward the group of people, himself also unclear who had sent them. Liang Jiankun? Or perhaps that Brother Spice Ginger? Once he got closer, Hao Jian noticed that these people were dressed somewhat oddly, all in Kung Fu robes. "Martial Artists?" Hao Jian was somewhat surprised; clearly, this was a group of Martial Artists, their hands holding swords, sticks, and spears, very much like characters from a martial arts drama. "What important business do you several elder brothers have? Is there something this junior has done to offend you?" Hao Jian rubbed his hands as he approached, a pleasing smile on his face. Seeing this, the Martial Artists all frowned, somewhat displeased. Was such a coward worth their Seven Tiger Brothers taking action together? Liang Jiankun was insulting them! Indeed, these people had been sent by Liang Jiankun, of course—only Liang Jiankun would have the means to summon a group of Martial Artists. "Are you Hao Jian?" one of the bald Monks asked. "Yes, yes, the very same," Hao Jian hurriedly nodded, a sly smile spreading across his face. The Seven Brothers could only laugh at his reaction; that name truly hadn't been mischosen. "We are the Seven Tiger Brothers, commanded to come here to take your life. Do you have any last words?" the bald Monk asked sternly. Now that they were here, there was no reason for them to return empty-handed. Although they held some grudges about Liang Jiankun's orders, he was their master after all, and they could not defy his commands. Hao Jian's expression remained unchanged, and he asked, "Who sent you?" "Liang Jiankun," the bald Monk replied in a grave voice, but something felt off in his heart. This kid was still smiling? Was he not afraid of dying? If Hao Jian's earlier smile was due to weakness, what then did this smile mean? "I thought as much," Hao Jian touched his chin, yet he was not surprised. After all, Liang Jiankun's family influence was even greater than Shu Ya's. Though not rich enough to rival a nation, they were certainly immensely wealthy. "So, you have no last words?" Another lean, dark man approached, his hand clutching a longsword, its chilling glint quite terrifying. "I do," Hao Jian quickly raised his hand. "Speak," the lean, dark man said impatiently. "Why do you call yourselves the Seven Tiger Brothers? Don't you think it sounds a bit archaic? 'Seven Swords Beneath the Mountain' would be better," Hao Jian said. Silence, deathly silence! "Whew." A breeze then swept by. "Kill him!" The Monk shouted furiously, his features savage—he had wanted Hao Jian to speak his last words, but what was this nonsense Hao Jian was spouting? The lean, dark man struck with his sword, intending to kill this mischievous kid who dared to mock them. "Clang!" But at that moment, the sound of metal rang out, and the lean, dark man found his longsword caught between Hao Jian's fingers, so easily blocked by him. "Hiss." All Seven Brothers gasped; they had seen weapons seized barehanded before, but never with just two fingers—this was a first for them. The lean, dark man was also stunned; his sword was capable of cleaving metal and stone, yet it was caught between Hao Jian's fingers. He tried to pull his sword free, but found he simply could not—the grip of Hao Jian's fingers was like iron pincers. "No? Don't like it? How about we go with Gourd Brothers then?" Hao Jian said with a slight smile, then directly snapped the longsword in half. Crack! The longsword shattered in response! The seven brothers were already stunned. Legend had it that only those who had reached the zenith of martial arts could train their bodies to such a terrifying degree that they could kill with a single finger. And clearly, Hao Jian was such a person. This scared them terribly, as killing them would be as simple for him as crushing an ant. Find exclusive stories on empire At that moment, the monk wished he could slap himself. Letting the other guy have his last words? Where did he get that confidence? The seven brothers mentally cursed Liang Jiankun hundreds of times. He had not informed them that they were dealing with a peak martial artist. He had sent them to their deaths! The seven brothers were watching Hao Jian nervously, fearing that he might explode and kill them instantly. "What, don't you like it? Then how about calling you the 'Seven Big Fools' instead!" Hao Jian's eyes turned sharp, a hint of mockery appearing at the corner of his mouth as he kicked the thin, dark man in front of him flying. Whoosh! Hao Jian's kick was as fast as lightning. The thin, dark man hadn't seen it coming before he was kicked hard in the chest! Bang! The thin, dark man was sent flying, crashing into the front of an SUV and vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood! One kick, severe injury! At that moment, the bald men began to smile bitterly. Weren't they the seven big fools? They came pompously to kill someone, and before they could even touch a single hair on him, one of them was already disabled. The remaining six brothers simultaneously took a step back, their eyes filled with terror. "Why so scared? I'm not the Scorpion Demoness or a snake demon." Hao Jian made a joke, but didn't find it funny. "Hero! Please spare our lives!" Suddenly, the monk dropped to his knees with a thump, hugging Hao Jian's thighs and crying out. "Big brother, you..." This act stunned the other six brothers. Was this the same cold, ruthless big brother? Not to mention them, even Hao Jian was taken aback. He had thought the guy was pretty cool, and then he witnessed an extreme change in demeanor. His behavior was completely different from before. Hao Jian was shocked, wondering if the guy might have split personality disorder? "What are you dazed for? Kneel down quickly, do you still want to live?" the monk yelled at the remaining six brothers. "Oh yes." The other six seemed to really respect the monk. Hearing his command, they hurriedly knelt beside him in a line. Searᴄh the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "You seven must be the clowns hired by ****, right?" Hao Jian's mouth twitched a little. "Great hero, we're just taking someone's money to ward off their disasters. It really isn't our fault, it was all Liang Jiankun's idea," The monk quickly begged for mercy, knowing they could not beat Hao Jian. He decided not to make any futile attempts. Now by begging for mercy, they might still have a chance to live. But if they fought, the strength Hao Jian had shown was enough to kill them all instantly. "Alright, scram now, looking at you guys is irritating," Hao Jian said impatiently. He had lost even the interest in bullying these fools. "Thank you, great hero." The seven brothers quickly got up to run away. "Go back and tell Liang Jiankun to remember to bring some better fighters next time." Hearing this, the seven brothers' faces turned red, because Hao Jian's words undoubtedly implied they were too weak. Ashamed, they fled in utter disarray. Just then, the monk, who was about to leave, suddenly turned around, and again with a 'thump', fell to his knees! What? Hao Jian was astonished, and so were the others! What the hell was he playing at, why this addiction to kneeling?

Chapter 70 How come you're addicted to kneeling now?

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