Chapter 53: Who Dares Touch Him?
As soon as the patriarch of the Wang family finished speaking, several experts surged out from within the Wang household, surrounding Li Jian San and his companion in a tight circle.
Seeing such a formidable display, Chu Xier gripped Li Jian San’s hand tightly and retreated behind him.
“Don’t worry, Sister Xier,” Li Jian San said, beginning to channel his power.
But at that very moment, three terrifying auras barreled toward the Wang family gate.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Under the pressure of these three overwhelming forces, those who had encircled Li Jian San were instantly blasted aside.
“Who dares lay a hand on him!”
At the same time, a furious voice resounded among the crowd.
“What are you standing there for? Hurry up and cripple him!” Wang Yang barked anxiously at the stunned men.
With his command, the surrounding warriors launched their attacks at Li Jian San.
Buzz! Buzz!
In a blink, three blurred figures shot to Li Jian San’s side.
Bang! Bang!
With a mere wave of their hands, the attackers were flung away by an immense force, left half dead and barely conscious.
These three figures were none other than Master Mo and his two companions.
Master Mo, upon arriving, looked at Li Jian San with deep concern and asked, “Thankfully, we made it in time. Are you all right, my good disciple? No one hurt you, did they?”
“If you’d come any later, I might have been injured,” Li Jian San replied.
“Tell us, before we arrived, did they bully you?” They hadn’t waited for his answer before turning angry glares upon the Wang family, demanding, “Was it you who bullied my precious disciple?”
The trio unleashed their powerful presence without reservation, blasting Wang Tianhong and his men.
Wang Yang was instantly shocked, “They’re that kid’s masters! They’re the three grandmasters of the Alchemist Guild, their power even stronger than the patriarch’s!”
Chu Xier, witnessing the scene, was wide-eyed in disbelief. Though she had seen them vie for Li Jian San before, she found it hard to comprehend, utterly astounded.
After all, Brother Li had played tricks on them first, yet the three grandmasters had come with such force, seemingly intent on twisting the truth for his sake. Were they truly willing to risk their reputations for Li Jian San?
She could scarcely imagine they would go to such lengths on his behalf.
“Master Mo… Master Jin… Master Qi, what brings you here?” the Wang family patriarch stammered, his face filled with terror at the sight of the three elders.
The grim expressions of the grandmasters turned the patriarch’s face ashen; his body trembled.
In the city of Flowing Fire, the Wang family was considered a local power, but compared to the Alchemist Guild, they were less than insignificant.
Yet now, he had provoked such a colossal entity, not knowing how he might even die.
It took only a moment’s thought to realize he had made a catastrophic mistake.
After the initial terror, he glared at Wang Yang, wishing he could devour him alive. If not for this wastrel dragging Li Jian San into the fray, how could he have offended the beloved disciple of three grandmasters?
Wang Yang, meanwhile, was utterly stupefied, legs trembling uncontrollably. He had insulted the cherished disciple of the grandmasters, and his fate was sealed.
The thought made him wet himself in fear.
Those around sneered in disdain. What a coward, they thought. He was so frightened he had lost control.
Wang Tianhong, though furious, knew the most crucial thing now was to placate Li Jian San’s anger.
“Master Li, I know I was wrong. Please give me a chance to make amends,” he pleaded, dropping to his knees before Li Jian San, shamelessly begging, “I didn’t know you were the grandmasters’ disciple. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have dared offend you, not for all the courage in the world.”
Li Jian San smiled coldly, “Didn’t you say earlier I should cripple myself, sever my hands and feet?”
“Why are you kneeling now? It’s embarrassing.”
“No, Master Li… Grandmaster Li… It was our loose tongues before, we deserve to be punished,” Wang Tianhong said, slapping his own face furiously.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
His face soon swelled like a pig’s head, blood trickling from his mouth, uglier than any beast.
The onlookers were stunned. The dignified patriarch of the Wang family was now kneeling before a young man, slapping himself and begging for mercy.
Unbelievable!
No one expected the patriarch to be so ruthless with himself. Had he no pride?
Yet, upon reflection, they understood: to preserve one’s life, pride meant nothing.
Watching the elderly patriarch beat his own face bloody, Chu Xier felt pity and said to Li Jian San, “Brother Li, perhaps let it go. He is old, after all.”
Hearing Chu Xier’s words, Li Jian San sighed inwardly: women truly are more emotional…
“All right, enough pretending, stop now,” Li Jian San said impatiently. “Old man, I can spare you, but as for them…”
His gaze fell coldly upon Wang Yang and Wang Tianhong. “It’s not over yet.”
At his words, Wang Yang and Wang Tianhong were terrified, “Grandmaster Li, please spare us!”
“You showed such disrespect to my Sister Xier; how could I possibly let you go?” Li Jian San replied icily.
“No, Grandmaster Li, please, have mercy…” Desperate, they crawled to Chu Xier’s side, kowtowing as they begged, “Lady, please, spare us. We never harmed you.”
With a furious brow, Li Jian San kicked them away.
“Brother Li…”
He cut her off, “Enough, Sister Xier, you need not plead for them. They were insolent to you and must pay the price. There’s no room for negotiation.”
“You will cripple your own cultivation, sever your hands and feet, and get out of here!”
He glanced at them. “Will you do it yourselves, or do you need help?”
Hearing this, Wang Yang and Wang Tianhong’s faces turned deathly pale. They exchanged glances and reached a decision.
Boom!
Their faces twisted into cold sneers as they lunged at Li Jian San.
Li Jian San was the grandmasters’ cherished disciple. If they could capture him, they would have leverage to negotiate.
“My good disciple, be careful!”
“Scoundrels, you dare harm my disciple!”
“To attack in my presence—seeking death!”
The three grandmasters shouted as Wang Tianhong made his move.
Wang Tianhong possessed the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment stage, and could easily handle another of the same level, let alone their disciple, especially when going all out.
How could their disciple possibly withstand such an assault?
“Scum, stop this instant!”
As Wang Tianhong’s palm shot toward Li Jian San’s neck, the three grandmasters’ hearts leapt into their throats…