Cultivation—Stand above the Heaven Chapter 122

Wandong turned serious abruptly and said in a low voice for of strength, "You assumed you could tease me like a kid?  Believe or not, I'm gonna sort all the human scums out right here today.  And it will not affected my grandpa's reputation at all！On the contrary, I assure you there will be numerate people applauding for me doing this on their behalf!  Why don't you go pissing and look at your hideous face in the mirror?  And the Qinglong Gang is merely a flock of thugs!  If there were one in ten that didn't curse you, I would kowtow to you and serve you tea!"

After a tense quarrel, Ma Yi's air of authority all died away. Now he just resembled a naughty kid who had don something wrong in front of Wandong. He had no option but to stay submissive while Wandong bit his head off.

As a matter of fact, Wu Gen banked on Ma Yi's power and supposed that he could avenge him for the slap he suffered. However, to Wu Gen's desperation, it was out of the blue that  Wandong retained an upper hand.

"Very-well cursed!  That was a good one! The Qinglong motherf**kers should all go to hell!" One of the three badly-wounded youngsters who lay on the ground struggled to lift his head and exclaimed.

"You bastard, you wanna die stubborn!" A Qinglong disciple standing adjacent cursed on hearing that. Then he lifted his leg to kick the youngster.

Wandong had learnt that the Qinglong Gang was notorious for their atrocities. Anyone who dared go against him would end up disabled or dead. Bearing witness to their cruelty, Wandong found it utterly intolerable.  The Qinglong disciple aimed at the youngster's Dantian (the most significant and vulnerable abdominal portion) with an all-out kick. If it did land on the youngster's belly, he might even die, not to mention his martial cultivation, which would definitely get devastated.

"You are asking for death!" Wandong yelled. He couldn't merely stand by and let the calamity happen. His right hand swept over the tea table and Ma Yi's tea cup darted forth right away, aimed at the disciple's face.

"Heh," Ma Yi hummed and hastened to perform his palm techniques. With a stretch of his right hand, the flying tea cup exploded abruptly with a loud sound of crack when it was an arm's length from the disciple.

Boasting a seventh-level cultivation of spiritual energy, Ma Yi was indeed forceful in nhis moves.

Nevertheless, instead of falling onto the ground as they should have, the debris of the broken tea cup speeded up like an exploded cluster bomb. Each fragmented piece was of horrifying lethal capacity.

"How could that be!" Ma Yi let out an unexpected shout on seeing the incredible scene. His eyes are almost going to burst out of his eye sockets.

"Ahh!" A wave of extremely shrill cries went off, then the face of the disciple who attempted to kick the youngster on the ground  looked like a set-off firework. Numberless bloodstained debris darted out of his face. What a horrible visual impact!

Plenty of debris of the tea cup were shot into his face like darts all across the board. Even a witness couldn't bear the sight of it.

Chapter end