Chapter 927: Beaten Into A Pig-Head

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Yue Pingjian was greatly shocked and tried to alter his move, but at this moment, his mind suddenly became confused. All kinds of different feelings, such as anger, sadness, and joy overwhelmed his heart. He wanted to cry and laugh, his entire mind s.p.a.ce totally chaotic.

Ling Chuxi was merciless—she had used the First Sword of Cang Yuan Seven Swords, and at the same time, she had also used the Sword Heart Soul Breaking Technique. Even the descendent of an ancient clan, Gongxi Kuangdao, could get his mind disturbed by the Sword Heart Soul Breaking Technique when he wasn’t careful enough, so how could Yue Pingjian block it? Although the spiritual pills and wondrous herbs could improve his Qi of True Essence, it couldn’t improve his inner realm. When it came to the inner realm, he was much worse than the Gongxi Kuangdao.

Yue Pingjian was finally awakened by a series of crackling sounds. This was immediately followed by a tingling pain on his face, like he was being p.r.i.c.ked by countless fine needles that pierced his skin so deeply that it penetrated into the bone marrow.

Ling Chuxi’s moves came one after the other, hitting Yue Pingjian’s face with no mercy. The last hit was so strong that it actually sent him flying.

Yue Pingjian fell heavily onto the ground, but he couldn’t feel the pain on his body—the stabbing pain came from his face. Yue Pingjian wanted to howl loudly, but he found that he could not speak at all, and could only sob. He subconsciously touched his face, and only then did he know that his head had swollen to twice its size. When his fingers touched his face, an agonizing pain wracked his entire being.

Yue Pingjian was in so much pain that he just writhed on the ground and bawled. This was the first time in his life he was experiencing pain like this, and it made him wish for death. Unfortunately, his sword was nowhere to be seen, so he couldn’t even end his own life.

Seeing the tragic situation of Yue Pingjian, the people of the Golden Pill Sect had no pity but felt happy instead. If he had not come up with that vulgar idea, Ling Chuxi would not have been so cruel.

Wonderful! Lan Xinyu was very excited—she loved watching Ling Chuxi abuse people, it was even better than when she abused them herself!

Wei Zhixuan had broken out into a cold sweat. He thought that his fate had been miserable the last time, but Yue Pingjian was worse off than him! At least he had left with his face intact. However, Wei Zhixuan felt strangely pleased seeing Yue Pingjian suffer like this. It was really odd.

“Helf, helf!” Yue Pingjian could finally speak, and called for help in a hoa.r.s.e and m.u.f.fled voice. If they were not standing nearby, no one would hear him calling for help.

Yue Pingjian was exhausted, and was no longer arrogant. His hair was wild, his limbs were twitching, and his face was swollen like a pig’s head, which he rubbed against the ground until traces of blood appeared. His robe had also been torn into rags when he was rolling around, and he looked even more miserable and disheveled than the beggars on the street.

“Who are you guys? How dare you cause trouble in my Flowing Clouds Sect?” Suddenly, a chubby middle-aged woman and two old people in plain robes approached them from far away, shouting loudly. The two old men were dressed plainly, but their big sleeves gave off a dignified air.

“Martial Uncle Yue, Elder He!” Yan Rusong exclaimed, wanting to cry. Why had this old man only appeared now?

That’s right, the first old man was Yue Pingjian’s father, Yue Qingjie. Although Yue Qingjie was fair in his judgment, when his son had been beaten like this, it was impossible that he would just laugh it off.