Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 607 - Restaurant Troubles

“With just you people? I haven’t heard of a single expert from the Hong Domain’s thirty-six nations worth showing off!”

One of the youths shot up into the air and launched a palm strike at the Hong Domain martial artist who had spoken.

That Hong Domain martial artist couldn’t even react in time. Although he had recently reached the five-revolution Golden Core realm, which was impressive, it was insufficient compared to this eight-revolution Golden Core realm youth.

Bang!

The youth’s ruthless strike sent the Hong Domain martial artist flying. The attack was lethal from the start; it severed the martial artist’s heart arteries, killing him instantly.

“Nothing but trash. Just a frog in a well, and he dares to speak arrogantly in front of me? Look around; do you think you’re still in the Hong Domain?” the youth sneered.

“Wang Heng, you’re growing stronger every day. Since that’s the case, show these Hong Domain martial artists their place. Beat into them the difference between heaven and earth!” someone in the group urged, almost eager for chaos.

“You people are going too far!” A voice scolded from a corner.

Chen Fan turned to see a group of Hong Domain martial artists. The leader was a tall, voluptuous woman in a red dress, her face filled with anger as she looked at Qiu Bao and the others.

A handsome youth beside her, frowning, pulled at her sleeve and said, “Don’t act rashly, Hong Ling!”

Hong Ling ignored his warning. Turning to face the youth, she raised her voice and said, “Zhou Qing, those people are too arrogant. They’re completely disregarding us Hong Domain martial artists. How can you stay calm after they insult us like this?”

The youth, Zhou Qing, felt very helpless.

So what if he was angry?

They could be considered outstanding figures among the Hong Domain’s younger generation, but they had no advantage against the youths from Shunan Prefecture.

Wang Heng’s gaze shifted to Hong Ling, a lustful glint in his eyes. “Oh, she’s quite the beauty. Very well. Girl, come over and have a few drinks with us. If you’re good, we might overlook your earlier arrogance. If not, hmph, hmph...”

“You’re courting death!” Hong Ling, furious, launched a palm strike aimed at Wang Heng’s waist.

Immediately, a thin red silk rolled out like an agile snake, slicing through the air with powerful momentum.

“What a fiery chick. Since you refuse, don’t blame me for using force!” Wang Heng chuckled coldly. He leaped up like a roc spreading its wings, his palms fluttering in rapid succession. In an instant, the space was full of palm silhouettes.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...

A series of explosions erupted, with qi blasting in all directions.

Although hot-tempered, Hong Ling wasn’t weak either. She was also in the eight-revolution Golden Core realm. She twisted, and the red silk moved like an extension of her arm, producing whipping noises.

“Girl, how dare you act insolent here. Fine, I happen to need a maid to warm my bed. You will do!”

However, Wang Heng was a notch stronger. He deftly maneuvered around the red silk and appeared right in front of Hong Ling, reaching out with his palms toward her chest, a wicked grin on his face.

Seeing Wang Heng act so shamelessly, a flash of panic crossed Hong Ling’s eyes. She let out a cry and thrust her palm at him.

Wang Heng chuckled, ignoring her attack and countering with his iron palms.

Boom, tch!

Their palm forces instantly erupted. Hong Ling let out a low groan and staggered backward repeatedly, her charming face slightly paled.

Wang Heng sniffed his hand with a look of intoxication. “Tsk, tsk. The sweet scent of a maiden, haha. Excellent, I’m taking you in as my bed-warming maid for sure!”

“You...” Hong Ling trembled in anger.

“This brother, you’ve crossed the line!” Zhou Qing’s eyes flashed with anger. He didn’t want conflict, but he was not afraid of it.

“Who do you think you are? Move aside, you have no place to speak here!” Wang Heng rebuked loudly, disregarding Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing’s anger boiled over. “You’re courting death!”

He disappeared and reappeared in front of Wang Heng instantly and threw out a punch, producing a roar in space.

“Nine-revolution Golden Core!” Wang Heng’s expression darkened when he felt the aura emanating from Zhou Qing.

A calm voice interrupted, “Wang Heng, get out of the way!”

A figure materialized in front of Wang Heng and intercepted Zhou Qing’s punch with a palm strike.

Bang!

The air exploded as the palm and punch connected, pushing both parties back by several steps.

“How dare you make a move against my, Qiu Bao’s, brother!”

The youth who intervened wore black and exuded a fierce and sinister aura.

Zhou Qing looked at Qiu Bao with a grave expression and said coldly, “He brought this on himself by running his mouth.”

“Hmph, it’s her luck that she caught Wang Heng’s eye!” Qiu Bao said coldly.

A cold and fierce look flashed across Zhou Qing’s gaze. He said, “I’m not here to argue. Since you look down on us Hong Domain martial artists, why don’t you face me?”

“Fight you?” Qiu Bao’s lips curled into a chilling grin, revealing rows of white teeth.

Suddenly, he kicked off the ground, shooting forth and leaving behind an afterimage. Simultaneously, a saber light appeared in his hand, slashing toward Zhou Qing in a flash.

Seeing Qiu Bao striking out decisively, Zhou Qing did not show the slightest hint of panic.

“Hmph!”

He drew a sword from his hand, infusing it with his true primeval energy and slashing horizontally. The sword light formed a shining wave that surged forward.

“Shatter.” Qiu Bao’s cold saber light instantly descended, blasting this sword light wave to bits.

“Slash!” Zhou Qing’s gaze darkened and sent out another attack. The sword light flashed and tore apart Qiu Bao’s saber light, continuing toward him.

Saber qi and sword qi collided fiercely in space, producing terrifying rays of light that destroyed the surrounding furniture. Some nearby customers were caught in the chaos and fled in terror, their screams echoing through the scene.

Qiu Bao unleashed a massive wave of vicious qi with his saber, cutting through the air toward Zhou Qing with blinding speed.

Zhou Qing hurriedly defended himself by sending out more sword lights, shattering the huge wave. Cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Qiu Bao wasn’t any weaker than him. He was just one of Shunan Prefecture’s experts and was already this difficult to deal with.

If such exceptional talents were emerging from this mere prefecture, the top geniuses of the Great Ming Empire or the Spring Sea Domain must be even more formidable. It was no wonder these people looked down on Hong Domain martial artists.