Chapter 77: He's Still Calling Out There

“Hurry up and get out of my way, don’t force me to deal with you right here!” Zhao Junshan forced himself to restrain his anger.

After he finished speaking, Li Jian San no longer replied, but instead raised his fist and swung at Zhao Junshan in fury.

Bang!

Caught off guard, Zhao Junshan had no time to react; Li Jian San’s fist landed hard on his face.

Blood trickled from the corner of Zhao Junshan’s mouth.

Everyone present was stunned by the scene.

“He… he actually dared to strike Zhao Junshan!”

“Is he mad? Zhao Junshan is the son of the chief of the Hundred Herbs Pavilion. Isn’t he afraid of their retaliation?”

“Even setting the Pavilion aside, I heard its chief is acquainted with three great masters. He’s hit Zhao Junshan in the Alchemists’ Guild—he might not get out of here alive.”

The nearby disciples stared at Li Jian San in disbelief.

“You wretch, how dare you lay hands on me! Do you know who I am?”

Li Jian San replied, “I hit you because you deserved it.”

“You’re asking for death!” Zhao Junshan’s face darkened. Furious, he struck at Li Jian San with a palm.

The force of his attack, imbued with spiritual energy, reached the level of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Seeing Zhao Junshan attack, Li Jian San didn’t hesitate, meeting him with a punch of his own.

Power surged, Li Jian San’s strength climbed rapidly, matching the Foundation Establishment stage in an instant.

“What? This kid has reached the Foundation Establishment stage too?”

“I never expected his strength to be so formidable!”

When Zhao Junshan revealed his Foundation Establishment strength earlier, no one was overly surprised—after all, as the chief’s son, he had inherited resources and cultivation.

But Li Jian San, too, possessed Foundation Establishment strength—this astonished them.

When did Foundation Establishment cultivators become so common?

“How is this possible? He’s reached the Foundation Establishment stage as well!”

Zhao Junshan, seeing Li Jian San’s display of power, grew wary. He began to change his moves, proceeding cautiously, hoping to spot a weakness.

Boom!

But Li Jian San gave him no such chance. With a raised fist, he struck out, momentum surging like tumultuous waves, each blow stronger than the last.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Zhao Junshan felt the force battering him like an avalanche, leaving him utterly unable to resist. He was sent flying.

Pfft!

Zhao Junshan crashed to the ground like a beaten cur, blood spilling from his mouth, his face pale, all strength drained from him.

Hiss!

Witnessing this, the surrounding disciples couldn’t help but suck in a breath. Complex expressions crossed their faces; as they looked at Li Jian San, awe filled their eyes, gone was any trace of arrogance.

With a single punch, Zhao Junshan was severely injured, clean and decisive.

Clearly, this youth was someone not to be trifled with.

At that moment, the same thought arose in everyone’s minds.

“You… you just wait!” Zhao Junshan staggered to his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth, glaring at Li Jian San with a dark expression.

But now, aware of Li Jian San’s strength, he dared not utter any more threats.

Yet Li Jian San’s eyes were cold as he walked toward him.

Watching Li Jian San approach step by step, Zhao Junshan felt a chill run through him.

“What… what do you want?”

It was the first time he’d ever feared someone so deeply.

“The wager stands—unless…”

Li Jian San didn’t finish his sentence, but continued toward Zhao Junshan.

Each footstep echoing, as if pounding directly on Zhao Junshan’s heart. As Li Jian San drew near, cold sweat broke out on Zhao Junshan’s forehead.

Looking at Li Jian San’s expressionless face, Zhao Junshan truly had no idea what he might do to him.

He was afraid.

“Woof, woof, woof.”

After a desperate inner struggle, he finally knelt, unwillingly, to the ground.

The crowd took a long moment to recover from their shock, staring at Zhao Junshan in disbelief.

None had imagined the arrogant Zhao Junshan would kneel and bark like a dog.

At that moment, everyone’s breath quickened in excitement, nearly losing their minds, their eyes vacant and dazed.

The scene unfolding before them utterly shattered their expectations.

After a while, Li Jian San smiled faintly. “Keep going—it’s not over yet. Circle the Alchemists’ Guild and keep barking.”

Zhao Junshan’s face turned ghastly pale, but daunted by Li Jian San’s power, he could only grit his teeth and crawl around the Guild, barking like a dog.

Those who witnessed it wore expressions of shock.

“What’s happening here? Zhao Junshan is barking like a dog?”

“What did you say? Zhao Junshan is barking like a dog? Are you kidding me?”

“If you don’t believe it, see for yourself—look, he’s still barking.”

The man glanced over, and sure enough, Zhao Junshan was kneeling with his head bowed, barking loudly.

The sound was shockingly clear.

At last, after a long while, Zhao Junshan completed his circuit.

“Well, I must say, you have a talent for this. You really do look the part,” Li Jian San remarked, as if forcing him to swallow a mouthful of filth—humiliating and unbearable.

His face burned hotter than if he’d been slapped; nothing could be more humiliating.

After today, news of this would surely spread through Flowing Fire City.

He would become a laughingstock.

Meanwhile, inside the Hundred Herbs Pavilion…

“Master, something terrible has happened!”

In a refined chamber, a servant in green rushed in, his face anxious.

The pavilion master was sipping tea; seeing the servant, he set his cup down. “What’s happened? Why are you making such a fuss?”

“Master, please calm down, let me explain…”

“Hurry up and speak, don’t dawdle.”

The servant paused, searching for words. “Master, it’s like this—the young master has run into some trouble.”

“What’s happened?” The master suddenly grew anxious; after all, he had only one son and cherished him deeply.

“He… at the Alchemists’ Guild, he seems to have offended someone, and now he’s being forced… forced to bark like a dog…”

Seeing the master’s expression, the servant began to stammer.

After he finished, the master’s face turned ashen.

“And… the young master… was made to crawl around the entire Alchemists’ Guild barking… by now, word must have spread throughout the city…”

“Outrageous!”

With a thunderous slap, the master shattered the table before him, his rage boiling.

“Who is the wretch who dared such insolence?”