Asura Emperor Venerable-Chapter 32 - : Attack the Song Family
Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Attack the Song Family
Sheng Ze Xue stalled.
He must have been scared to death, right?
A single strike, and three senior martial disciples were crippled—what terrifying strength is that?
Primary-level martial master?
Definitely, and even at the peak of the primary level, his strength almost approaches that of a middle-level martial master.
Such power could only be matched by the strongest of the Five Great Noble Families, and only City Lord Chen Zihao could reliably suppress it.
If he stepped forward, wouldn’t that be seeking death?
At that moment, he deeply regretted—why had he been tempted by the fifteen hundred silver?
“Ah!” At this time, Song Yang and his two companions collapsed into a heap, all screaming miserably.
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Their injuries were severe; Shi Hao’s strike with the staff exceeded ten thousand pounds, breaking several bones in each person. Now, they couldn’t even separate themselves and were stacked like arhats.
Seeing this, Yu Xi suddenly found his hand not as painful, and the middle-aged man who had held the staff was even more relieved. My path is not alone; moreover, could his iron staff have crippled two deans and a high-level expert from the Song Family, warranting its promotion to a divine artifact?
A bit farther away, the students all widened their eyes, breathing heavily.
My God, what kind of power is this?
No need for any techniques, just a sweeping strike with a staff, but under absolute power, absolute domination was formed.
Martial master!
Such a young martial master, and to top it off, so good-looking—how is one supposed to live with this?
Shi Hao looked toward Sheng Ze Xue, a mocking smile on his lips.
Sheng Ze Xue was extremely embarrassed. This really was a dilemma.
But after all, having been the vice dean for so many years, having thick skin was fundamental. He coughed and said, “After careful consideration by myself, I think dismissing Shi Hao is inappropriate, and needs further discussion.”
Shi Hao shook his head. “Your attitude isn’t sincere enough!”
Bang!
He struck down with the staff, hitting Sheng Ze Xue’s leg, immediately forcing Sheng Ze Xue to his knees.
This time, Sheng Ze Xue learned his lesson, and enduring the pain, said, “Shi Hao excels in both character and learning, a blessing to our academy; I must wholeheartedly recommend him to participate in this Imperial Capital’s martial contest.”
Shi Hao smiled. Not bad; this man was quite clever.
He waved his staff and said, “You’ve passed the test. Step back.”
“Yes, yes.” Sheng Ze Xue hurriedly nodded, dragged his broken leg, and slowly moved to one side.
Awesome!
To be beaten and yet still praised and recommended, how domineering is that?
But really, it feels great, isn’t this the kind of scene everyone dreams of, where one’s word is like the Emperor’s edict, indisputable by anyone?
The boys were all incredibly envious, while the girls’ eyes blossomed like peach flowers, their bodies going weak.
Shi Hao walked over to where Song Yang and the others were, picked up Ni Wenxing directly, and then tossed him aside.
“Ah!” Ni Wenxing fell hard, worsening his injuries, screaming again.
Sheng Ze Xue, Yu Xi, and the original staff-holder watched, all feeling a surge of relief, as if their own pain lessened a bit.
Shi Hao picked up the staff, using it like a spear, and then stabbed toward Song Yang and Song Changshi. Though the end of the staff was exceedingly blunt, his strength was too horrifying; he forcefully penetrated through both men’s shoulder bones, skewering the two Song men together.
Shi Hao then lifted the staff, picking up both men.
How painful that must be?
Song Yang and his companion immediately screamed, tears and snot flowing out.
Quietly, Ni Wenxing also shut his mouth, stopped screaming, and considered himself lucky by comparison.
Everyone looked at Shi Hao, a youth who already stood half a head taller than his peers, now dominating the scene alone, exuding an unruly aura, as if he were an Asura, merciless and indifferent.
Was he cruel?
Shi Hao didn’t think so. If he weren’t strong enough, what would his fate be now?
Expelled from the academy, subjected to two hundred lashings, then taken to the Song Family to be killed by Song Tianming. That wasn’t even the end of it; his body would have been hung on the city walls, subjected to sun and rain, not allowed a proper burial!
Facing those who would treat him so, did Shi Hao even need to be courteous?
He was not the type to be weak and compromising.
I treat others the way they treat me.
Kindness? Return it tenfold.
Evil? Exterminate it a hundredfold!
Shi Hao turned and walked away, easily lifting the iron rod with one hand as if the combined weight of the rod and two men, several hundred pounds, were no more than a bundle of cotton.
The Song Family wanted to destroy him?
Good, then he would annihilate the Song Family!
No one was allowed to wrong him, that was the oath he swore.
“Ah!” Song Yang and another were still screaming, their wounds continually bleeding, leaving a trail behind.
Shi Hao didn’t care at all, striding forward, the severe shaking making Song Yang and his companion scream even more miserably.
Where was he going?
Seeing this, the students hurriedly followed him.
Shi Hao left the office building and the courtyard, heading toward the center of the city.
The other students saw this too and were utterly shocked—what was going on?
Once the students who were late explained, all had goosebumps.
Shi Hao… was he that fierce?
Everyone put down what they were doing and followed behind Shi Hao, determined to watch the excitement unfold.
As Shi Hao entered the city, the guards saw this scene and would certainly have stepped forward to stop him, but Shi Hao pushed them aside, unstoppable.
Thus, the City Guard Army was alerted, but by the time they arrived, Shi Hao had already left some time ago. They quickly went in pursuit.
There was no need to worry about losing him, for there were too many people enjoying the spectacle.
The Song Family.
As one of the Five Great Noble Families, the Song Family’s estate was incredibly vast, even encompassing a lake which was considered private property.
With high walls and green tiles, the place was extraordinarily majestic. Ordinary people, upon arriving, would involuntarily bow down, not daring to speak loudly.
Shi Hao, carrying Song Yang and another person, arrived at the main gate.
“Stop!” There were eight guards at the gate. Seeing Shi Hao approaching with two bloodied figures, they naturally reacted and rushed forward to stop him.
Shi Hao couldn’t care less, not stopping his march.
“Scoundrels!” The eight men simultaneously drew the blades from their waists and slashed towards Shi Hao.
Only the family guards of the Five Great Noble Families were permitted to carry blades. For ordinary households, privately storing blades was a serious crime.
Shi Hao swung his rod in a sweeping motion, “Bang, bang, bang,” the eight men were all simultaneously knocked flying, only able to moan on the ground.
This collision woke Song Yang and the other person, who had already fainted from pain, making them scream again in agony. However, they had been screaming all the way, and now their screams were weak and breathless.
Shi Hao entered the main gate, a smile playing on his lips. Whether the Song Family would suffer a bloodbath today depended on the decision of the City Lord.
“What madman dares to break into the Song Family!” Immediately, more people rushed out.
Shi Hao stopped at the gate, flung his stick, “Thump, thump,” and Song Yang and Song Changshi landed on the ground, rolling over.
“It’s Lord Song Yang!”
“And Lord Song Changshi!”
These two were immediately recognized, causing a great shock among the Song Family members.
Both of them were high-level martial disciples!
Clang, clang, clang, the alarm bell rang urgently, once, twice, thrice… nine times.
Nine chimes signified the greatest crisis the Song Family had faced, something that had happened only twice in a hundred years.
Now, it sounded for the third time for a young man.
