Chapter 934 - You’re not even worth the cheapest entertainment for my princess.

Chapter 934: 934 - You’re not even worth the cheapest entertainment for my princess.

[Sorry, but just two more days and we’ll be back to the normal release rate. I’m moving on the 11th and have been really busy with the new house. But it’s almost done.]

Ma Mingzhu—for that was the name of the Divine Maiden of the Divine Maiden Sect—had to fight hard not to throw up when she heard those words.

Her stomach churned at the mere thought, and a bitter taste crawled up the back of her throat.

"I’ll blow myself up and take you and half this block with me before I’d even consider letting you touch me, you filthy son of a bitch!" she declared, her voice dripping with venom and echoing down the street like a growl.

That rage did little more than stoke the amusement on Zhang Fei’s face.

In fact, his smile only grew wider.

His eyes wandered unhurriedly over her curves and lingered on the ample swell of her chest beneath the silk. He didn’t even bother to hide it.

Mingzhu’s voice was beautiful, even when she spat out such hateful words.

"Ah... all right." Zhang Fei shook his head slowly, as if pitying a stubborn child. "You know, you’re a strong and talented woman... it won’t be a problem if I break a few bones, will it? You’ll recover in no time..."

He released a thread of murderous intent, and Mingzhu’s face darkened.

It was just a thread, but it was enough. The air suddenly grew heavy and cold, as if an invisible blade had been laid against the nape of her neck.

She had been trained in many martial arts, but she wasn’t a natural-born warrior, and she had almost no experience in actual combat.

This was the first time she had ever faced true murderous intent. Cold sweat prickled along her spine, and it took everything she had to keep her knees from shaking.

"Don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t hit you in the face..." Zhang Fei snapped the fingers of his remaining hand, savoring every word. "I’m just going to break your arms, your legs, and a few ribs, okay? Then I’ll take you home and rape you! Isn’t that amazing?"

Not far away, the commander of the Immortal City Guard closed his eyes.

Honestly, if it weren’t for the Zhang Family, he’d probably be totally screwed just for being there.

Of course, Celestial Emperors were beyond his authority; he had no power to enforce the law against them. Zhang Fei, however, was another matter.

By law, he was supposed to arrest the young man on the spot and hand him over to the Zhang Family for internal discipline.

Failing to do so would not only be dereliction of duty but also a serious crime of corruption.

Still, thinking about the reward he would receive, he couldn’t bring himself to act.

He had been stuck at the peak of the Cosmic Emperor Realm for a very long time and had almost lost hope of breaking through.

He knew he simply wasn’t talented enough.

Every legitimate attempt to obtain a Divine Core Barrier-Breaking Pill had failed, and after a hundred thousand years of trying, what little hope he still had was fading.

Unfortunately, he was a greedy man.

Too greedy to let that chance slip away.

Even if he were imprisoned in the future, he wouldn’t suffer much, and he’d still receive the pill from Zhang Fei.

So he kept his eyes closed, his fists clenched inside his sleeves, and pretended not to see anything.

Ma Mingzhu’s face grew even darker as Zhang Fei raised his fist toward her.

There was no murderous intent in that strike—it was clearly aimed at her legs and arms—but the aura behind it was still terrifying.

She clenched her teeth and extended her right hand, and a sword materialized between her delicate fingers.

The slender blade glinted under the streetlights, humming faintly as it vibrated with the Qi she poured into it.

Since he wanted to play games with her, so be it.

She would burn her own original essence and sever at least his other hand—or perhaps his neck—before she died.

"Don’t think I’ll let you do that!" Zhang Fei roared and lunged forward, the paving stones cracking beneath his feet, ready to shatter all her limbs and immobilize her dantian.

Fortunately, he didn’t get far.

He made it halfway before jerking to a stop, his momentum dying so abruptly it was as if he’d run headfirst into a wall.

A powerful hand had clamped down on his right arm, just above the wrist, its fingers closing with the force of a vise.

"Who the hell are you? YOU—" He didn’t have time to finish the sentence.

His eyes went wide as the hand holding him squeezed even tighter.

A sharp crack echoed down the street. Then another, and yet another, like dry twigs being crushed underfoot.

Zhang Fei’s legs buckled, and a shrill scream tore from his lips. That grip was grinding the bones of his hand to dust, the flesh flattening between the stranger’s fingers like dough, blood seeping out from beneath his fingernails.

Cultivators of his level didn’t need to urinate or relieve themselves in any other way common to humans.

Still, everything needed for that purpose remained right where it was.

A foul-smelling, yellowish liquid trickled down Zhang Fei’s trembling legs, soaking through his trousers and pooling on the stones as he collapsed to his knees, thrashing like a fish out of water. The acrid stink of it quickly spread through the night air.

He only came back to his senses when he heard the sweet, high-pitched giggle of a little baby.

Zhang Fei looked up at the handsome young man holding his shattered wrist, then at a woman standing not far away.

She was carrying a little baby with black horns—a miniature version of the young man’s—and eyes of the same color, though far more beautiful.

"Spank ’im, Dadda! Hehehe~" Lingxi babbled before bursting into laughter, clapping her chubby little hands together, thoroughly amused to see that evil man suffer.

"As you wish, my princess."

Qingyi’s fist smashed into Zhang Fei’s face.

His nose broke with a wet crack of snapping cartilage, blood gushing over his lips, and the scream it drew from him sounded just like a little girl’s.

The second punch landed before the scream had even ended, snapping his head to the side and flinging a spray of blood across the pavement.

The third sank deep into his stomach, folding him in half and driving every last bit of air from his lungs.

He sagged forward, wheezing and retching, kept from collapsing entirely only by the grip on his ruined wrist.

Zhang Fei turned his head, shooting a furious glare at the commander of the Immortal City Guard, but soon realized the man was frozen with fear, trembling, not even daring to lift his head.

"Ah... have you already given up the fight?" Qingyi growled in annoyance. "You’re not even worth the cheapest entertainment for my princess."

He turned toward Rouxi.

"Darling, cover Lingxi’s eyes."

She didn’t hesitate, pressing her daughter’s little face against the softness of her chest and blocking her view.

Lingxi clearly didn’t like that one bit, squirming in her mother’s arms and calling out for her father nonstop, her voice muffled against the fabric.

She wanted to see that evil man get beaten up even more!

Qingyi smiled at his daughter, then shoved four fingers into Zhang Fei’s mouth, hooking them behind his lower teeth and gripping the underside of his jaw.

Zhang Fei gagged around them, his eyes bulging, trying to bite down but unable to close his mouth. Bloody drool ran down his chin.

"This is going to hurt like hell," Qingyi said, and then he pulled downward.

The sound was horrific.

Bone snapping, tendons popping, skin tearing like wet cloth, and Zhang Fei’s screams drowning in the blood that bubbled up from his gaping throat.

His neck split open down the middle, from the jaw all the way to the base of his chest. His esophagus lay exposed, and behind his also exposed chest, his still-beating heart, his lungs, and the ribs that caged them.

Everyone’s stomach churned. T

he coppery stench of blood flooded the street, thick enough to taste, and Mingzhu, who had been ready to blow herself up a moment ago, pressed a hand over her mouth and turned her face away.

The front half of Zhang Fei’s torso hit the ground with a wet slap: the lower half of his jaw, his throat, and the skin and muscle that had covered his chest—all in a red, steaming heap on the stones.

His eyes were filled with tears and despair, and even the Golden Guards found it hard to look at the scene.

It was far too brutal! Worthy of a black dragon.

Zhang Fei’s body trembled one last time and went still.

Qingyi smiled and cleaned his bloody hands with Fire Qi—the blood hissing as it evaporated into smoke—and then set Zhang Fei’s corpse ablaze.

The flames rose quickly, crackling and spitting, and the smell of burning flesh filled the street.