C3 You dare to Touch My Woman?!

"Ah, quite the crowd we've got here!" The bald man let out a cold chuckle as he stepped into the room.

Lin Shitian's face soured. "I'm the helmsman of the Lin family. You've got some nerve, acting tough with us."

With a resounding slap, the bald man's hand shot out, sending Lin Shitian sprawling across the room!

In a flash, the henchmen behind the bald man drew gleaming machetes and fixed a menacing stare on everyone in the ward.

The Lin family members, witnessing their leader struck down, shook with fear, too terrified to utter a word.

"Don't push us too far. You should know the Lin family holds sway in Luton. Ever heard of Brother Hu from Front Street? He's a close ally of ours," Lin Yunsan declared, clutching his face as he rose to his feet, his voice tinged with rage. "If Brother Hu shows up, he'll make you regret this."

"Hah! The sick cat from Front Street? Hahaha!" The bald man roared with laughter, as if he'd just heard the world's biggest joke.

"Snort! You dare to call Brother Hu a sick cat? You're really asking for trouble," Lin Wangyue interjected, striding forward with a brash confidence.

After all, Brother Hu was a renowned figure in Luton. And this bald man dared to belittle him?

If Brother Hu got wind of this, he'd surely dump these fools into the sea for the fish to feast on.

But before Lin Wangyue could finish, one of Mr. Blade's burly men sent him flying with a swift kick.

Crash!

Lin Wangyue's slender frame slammed against the wall, knocking him out cold.

"You little punk! Using a tiger to intimidate Mr. Blade? Do you even know who Mr. Blade is? He's Master Hong's blood brother!" The burly man boasted arrogantly.

The South Heavenly King, Master Hong!

The undisputed ruler of Luton's southern district!

He was the top dog in the south, feared by all.

Aside from the other three Heavenly Kings, no one dared cross him.

Lin Shitian and his group were stunned. They had mistaken the bald man for a mere thug, never anticipating he was one of the South Heavenly King, Master Hong's men.

The Lin family members were visibly shaking with fear!

The Lins were just a third-tier clan in Luton, nothing compared to the city's elite families. Master Hong might have shown respect to a top-tier family, but the Lins were hardly worth a second glance among the many insignificant families in Luton.

"Mr. Blade, we apologize! Our lack of foresight has disturbed your peace. Please, forgive us! I, Lin Shitian, vow to present a substantial gift and offer my personal apologies at a later date!" Lin Shitian, the patriarch of the Lin family, quickly donned a placating expression.

Lin Yichen gently shook her head, disappointed to see her father's true colors.

He would stoop to anything for his own gain, preying on the weak and cowering before the strong.

Mr. Blade, realizing the Lin family's fear upon recognizing him, gazed upon them as if they were lambs to the slaughter.

He then boldly approached Lin Yichen, resting his hand on her shoulder. The Lin family's faces turned ashen.

Lin Yichen's face flushed with fury, struggling to break free, but to no avail.

Mr. Blade's laughter boomed, "Why wait to apologize? I'll take this beauty for some fun today. I've grown weary of this dismal hospital after two days."

He leered at Lin Yichen, his intentions clear.

"Such a beauty, surely the Lin family's prized daughter. But I've heard she's betrothed to a nobody. What a waste! Why not ditch the loser and consider an alliance with me, Mr. Blade? With me, who would dare cross the Lin family in Luton?"

He then brazenly caressed Lin Yichen's shoulder.

Lin Yichen's eyes sparked with defiance as she turned to Lin Shitian, only to find him turning away, face in hand, offering no support.

A cold realization settled in her heart.

The Lin family, who prided themselves on their status, now refused to meet her gaze, acting as if she were invisible.

Mr. Blade watched Lin Yichen struggle fiercely to break free and sneered with contempt, "Miss Lin, what's the matter? Do you feel beneath me? Believe me, I could have my guys smash up your Lin Group by tomorrow."

"Let go of me," Lin Yichen demanded, her eyes blazing with fury as she spoke with icy authority, "Show some respect. You think I won't call for help right this second?"

"Go ahead, call for help! Are all the Lin family here? I've taken a liking to you, right in front of your own family. What do you say to that?" With those words, Mr. Blade arrogantly pulled Lin Yichen closer into his arms.

Just as Lin Yichen closed her eyes in resignation, a sharp slap rang out, "What the hell? You dare lay a hand on my woman?"

The ward fell into an eerie silence, the tension so thick it was as if you could wring water from the air.

"You have the nerve to hit me? You think you have the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard?" Mr. Blade was taken aback; he hadn't expected the young man who had been quietly standing by Lin Yichen's side to strike him!

It was as ludicrous as a tiger dozing off.

Seizing the moment, Lin Yichen wrenched herself from Mr. Blade's grasp and looked at Xing Mo in sheer disbelief. In her eyes, this man had always been meek, never daring to raise his voice.

Even the Lin family's servants had the audacity to scold him to his face!

Yet this young man had just slapped Mr. Blade. Was she dreaming?

Lin Shitian stood there, his face ashen, while the rest of the Lin family stood agape in shock. "You little punk, have you got a death wish? Daring to strike Mr. Blade, have you lost your mind?"

"Mr. Blade taking an interest in Yichen is an honor for our Lin family! You good-for-nothing, are you high on something?"

"This kid is begging for death, and he's pulling us down with him," Lin Shitian's new flame cursed loudly.

Mr. Blade sized up Xing Mo from head to toe. He was clean-cut, with the look of an intellectual.

After a moment, Mr. Blade's eyes blazed with fury as he barked, "So you're the 'trash' that's become the laughingstock of Luton by marrying into the Lin family? Do you believe I could cripple you right here, right now?"

"Do you really think you can take me down?" Xing Mo scoffed, positioning Lin Yichen safely behind him.

In his past life, she endured untold hardships for his sake. This time around, he vowed she wouldn't face even the slightest grievance.

"Xing Mo! Get on your knees! Apologize to Mr. Blade!" Lin Shitian glared at Xing Mo, his hands itching to throttle the foolhardy youth.

He was more trouble than he was worth!

His own life was one thing, but to jeopardize the Lin family was another!

"Man, this kid's brain must be fried from drugs."

"He was such a pushover before. What's he trying to pull now?"

"Get down on your knees, dammit! Are you hard of hearing?" Lin Wangyue, having come to, shouted curses at Xing Mo.

Mr. Blade limbered up, his gaze sharp as a blade as he eyed Xing Mo, "You've got some nerve. But to me, you're nothing more than an ant to be crushed."

"I've said it before; there's no one on this earth who can kill me," Xing Mo retorted with an icy smile, his expression as calm as ever.

And he was right.

He was the reincarnation of the Supreme Immortal Sovereign. Even with just the first tier strength of the Nine Circles Battle Spell, he stood at the pinnacle of martial prowess.

Unless, of course, there were other cultivators like him on Earth.

"Our Lin family is on the brink of ruin because of this punk," Lin Shitian sighed deeply.

Everyone's eyes bore into Xing Mo with fury.

The kid was practically begging for death!

But Lin Yichen, standing behind him, saw a spark in Xing Mo's eyes.

She never imagined that this normally timid and feeble guy could show such resolve!

Despite his humble origins, he was far more formidable than any scion of wealth.

"You're asking for it, so I'll oblige," Mr. Blade bellowed, feeling his pride stung before the crowd.

His henchmen, machetes in hand, were restless with anticipation.

These thugs, notorious for their brutality, were itching for action after two days in the hospital with Mr. Blade.

Confronted with the young master who seemed no more threatening than a frail scholar, they were certainly not going to show any mercy. The machete was swung with reckless abandon, aimed directly at Xing Mo's body. The Lin family members, unaccustomed to such violence, instinctively shut their eyes, unable to bear witness to the scene.

Yet, Xing Mo stood his ground, unfazed. To him, these adversaries and their weapons were no cause for concern. Having advanced to the Middle Period of the Mortal Realm, his body had undergone a profound transformation. Ordinary blades might as well have been scratching an itch through a boot—utterly ineffective.

The sound of metal on metal rang out as the machetes rebounded, as though they had struck iron. The assailants' hands vibrated from the impact, their weapons clattering to the ground.

"Famished, are you? A bunch of useless fools!" Mr. Blade bellowed, mistaking their failure for weakness.

He then launched a punch at Xing Mo, a punch that carried the force of a tempest, heavy and formidable. The Lin family members winced, unable to watch.

But Xing Mo merely smirked and threw a seemingly effortless punch of his own. A cry of agony followed, and Mr. Blade's massive frame was sent hurtling through the air. Xing Mo advanced, planting his foot firmly on Mr. Blade's chest. The sickening crunch of breaking ribs was followed by a gush of blood.

The other men stood frozen, seized by terror. Lin Shitian's eyes bulged, his mouth agape wide enough to swallow a fist. Could this be the same man he had once scorned without restraint? It seemed impossible.

Lin Shitian rubbed his eyes vigorously, while the rest of the Lin family inhaled sharply. Lin Yichen's gaze was hazy, as if she were caught in a dream.

From his dominant stance, Xing Mo looked down at Mr. Blade and commanded coldly, "I'll spare your life today. Now crawl over there and kneel to apologize to Yichen."

"You little punk, expecting an apology from me? Not a chance! Do you have any idea who my brother is? The South Heavenly King, Master Hong! So what if you can fight? When we come at you with hundreds of men, you won't stand a chance!" Mr. Blade retorted defiantly, invoking the name of his powerful sibling.

The South Heavenly King, Master Hong, was unquestionably a name that struck terror into the hearts of all who heard it!

Mr. Blade refused to believe that the punk before him wasn't scared!

"Fine! You won't apologize, huh? Just so you know, my patience has its limits," Xing Mo said, pressing down with his foot slightly, causing Mr. Blade to feel as though his entire ribcage was being crushed.

Gasping for air, Mr. Blade was in so much pain he nearly passed out!

It was truly a living hell!

"Boss! Please, have mercy! I'll go right now and apologize to Miss Lin..." Mr. Blade struggled to get the words out.

Xing Mo lifted his foot, and Mr. Blade, with great difficulty, crawled to Lin Yichen's feet, tears streaming down his face from the agony.

At that moment, Xing Mo let out a cold laugh.

He could have easily sent Mr. Blade to his grave today, but in Lin Yichen's presence, Xing Mo preferred not to turn the situation into a bloody, violent spectacle.

Xing Mo then approached Lin Yichen and whispered, "Yichen, it's getting late. We should head back."

Lin Yichen nodded in agreement.

Today, she had completely seen the true colors of her father and the rest of the Lin family!

Sometimes, the bonds of family were so fragile, they shattered at the slightest touch.

Back in the hospital ward, Lin Shitian and the others were still shaking.

They couldn't fathom what had transformed Xing Mo before their eyes.

It was as though he was a changed man!

The burly men, meanwhile, were frantically carrying Mr. Blade into the ward.

Mr. Blade, watching Xing Mo's retreating figure, had a glint of cold malice in his eyes.