Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
An Huaming was not the first person to say those words to Zhao Ritian. The first person was the person who had crushed his pride during the Alchemy Summit …
"Bro, Brother Zhao … I was wrong. I failed to recognize Mount Tai just now …"
An Huacheng did not dare to show any dissatisfaction after being slapped in the face and grabbed by the collar to teach him a lesson. He only apologized to Zhao Ritian repeatedly.
The guards at the side did not dare to step forward.
What a joke. How could they dare to stop Zhao Ritian?
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Zhao Ritian grabbed An Huacheng and pressed him against the door. Then, he grabbed An Huacheng's head and slammed it against the hard door.
"I'll let you say that again!"
"Brother Zhao … Brother Zhao … I was wrong. I was really wrong!"
At this moment, An Huaming wanted to cry but had no tears. He had casually mocked a kid from a low-level kingdom in front of his own house. Who knew that Zhao Ritian would appear behind him?
Let him say it again? How could he have the guts?
Not say it?
Not even if he was beaten to death!
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Every time Zhao Ritian shouted, he slammed An Huaming's head against the door. The latter's cultivation was at the peak of the Martial Grandmaster Third Level. Zhao Ritian did not use his mental strength. If he fought back, he might be able to break free. However, An Huaming did not have the guts to do so.
The commotion in front of the An Family mansion was also noticed by others. When they saw that the young master of the An Family, An Huaming, was beaten up in front of his own house, many people gathered to watch from afar.
"Hiss … Zhao Ritian!"
"Damn, is An Huaming's brain damaged? Is Zhao Ritian fixing it for him?"
"I don't know, but it should be the same. Otherwise, why would he provoke Zhao Ritian?"
"I haven't seen Zhao Ritian for a few years. Now that he has appeared again, it seems that the younger generation of the thousand-year-old families will have to restrain themselves in Zhong Zhou City."
The astonishment in everyone's eyes slowly disappeared when they saw the person who had attacked. Numerous discussions also began to spread.
This was not the first time that Zhao Ritian had dealt with the younger generation of other thousand-year-old families in Central Continent City. Before Zhao Ritian entered the Pill Pagoda, this kind of thing could be said to be nothing strange in Central Continent City.
"F * ck your ancestors. I told you to say it again. Can't you hear me?"
Zhao Ritian did not try to hide his scolding. In fact, the more he scolded, the more ear-piercing it became. This made many of the spectators sigh in their hearts. It was still the same recipe, and it still had the same taste.
Zhao Ritian, who could scold for two hours without repeating himself, was back...
"Zhao Xianren, please show mercy!"
Just as An Hua City was in a daze, a shout finally came from the An Family's mansion.
Upon hearing this cry, everyone turned their gazes towards the source of the voice. Finally, their gazes paused on an old looking man who was walking out from the An Mansion. Immediately, the expressions of the onlookers changed.
The head of the An Family … An Cangye!
At this moment, An Cangye's heart was extremely depressed.
Didn't they say that Qin Yichen had come to court death?
Why did he see Zhao Ritian scolding his grandson the moment he came out?
An Cangye could only smile bitterly when his own family was humiliated in front of his own home, and there were so many onlookers.
This was because the person was Zhao Ritian.
The forces behind him, whether it was the Zhao Family or the Pill Pagoda, were not forces that the An Family could afford to offend.
Although they were also part of the Eight Great Thousand-Year-Old Families, the Zhao Family and the Huyan Family were the true ancient families that had been passed down for tens of millions of years. When the Zhao Family dominated the Central Continent, the An Family and the other Six Great Families were only some unrated forces.
If it was any other time, An Cangye would have pretended not to see this. After all, Zhao Ritian's filthy words did not take into account one's status.
However, they were now in front of their own home. Moreover, the An Family had an important matter to deal with, and that was Qin Yichen.
"Old man, who the hell is your wife? Don't you have any shame? "
Zhao Ritian glanced at An Cangye and threw An Huacheng to the ground. Before the latter could struggle, he stepped on his chest, making An Huacheng feel very uncomfortable.
An Cangye's face turned red when he called Zhao Ritian a Virtuous Hou. However, Zhao Ritian still used this to scold An Cangye.
"Where is my Sister Miaohan? Hand her over! "
Seeing An Cangye, Qin Yichen knew that the latter must be the head of the An Family. Immediately, he strode forward and questioned him directly.
"Are you Qin Yichen?"
An Cangye looked at Qin Yichen and snorted coldly. "You dare to go against the An Family. I thought you had three heads and six arms. Now it seems that you are just a young boy."
"Puff!"
As soon as An Cangye finished speaking, An Huacheng, who was under Zhao Ritian's foot, spat out a mouthful of blood. There was no other reason. He seemed to have heard An Cangye's words before, as if he had also said those words to Qin Yichen.
At this time, An Huacheng was on the verge of collapse.
"Brother, you can't play like this. I have been silent for so long. You should be tired of beating me, right?"
"It was not easy to lie on the ground and pretend to be unconscious. What happened?" "There was no reason at all. I was shot while lying down."
"Swoosh!"
Before An Huacheng could finish his thoughts, he suddenly felt a creepy feeling from the bottom of his heart. When he opened his eyes, he found a Spiritual Sword floating in front of him. The sharp Sword Qi pierced his skin and made him feel cold.
"Damn it!"
Two lines of tears rolled down An Huacheng's cheeks.
"Who did I offend?"
"Hand over my Sister Miaohan quickly!"
Looking at An Cangye, Qin Yichen said coldly without the slightest fear.
"Boy, are you threatening me?"
An Cangye's face was completely gloomy.
"Swoosh!"
Qin Yichen's mind moved, and the Spiritual Sword suddenly slashed across An Huacheng's arm.
The sword passed, and the arm was cut off!
An arm fell in front of the An family's gate with dazzling blood.
The sudden pain of losing an arm made An Huacheng's face suddenly contort. His shrill scream, which contained unconcealable pain, came out of his mouth loudly and loudly, making the onlookers feel a chill in their hearts.
"What a ruthless boy!"
Treating An Huacheng in such a way in front of the An family's master was really like a dream.
After all, there was only one Zhao Ritian. A nameless boy dared to be so presumptuous in front of the eight big families. How many years had it been since something like this happened?
"Hand over my Sister Miaohan!"
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