Chapter 111: The Youth's Fury

Tang Tian turned a deaf ear to the shouting and pursuit behind him. The curve at the corner of his mouth was as sharp as a blade, and his narrowed eyes held the icy coldness of a beast.

"You bastards, you’ll soon know what the rage of a young man tastes like!"

Qianhui was Tang Tian’s reverse scale—a touchable trigger that absolutely no one was allowed to provoke.

He moved with immense speed. Although his "Little Pony Flying Boots" were not as powerful as the Peacock Blue, they were still a Bronze-grade secret treasure. Under the impetus of Tang Tian’s Silver Martial Soul, the true capabilities of the boots were finally unleashed.

The four tiny horseshoes acted like powerful springs, surging with abundant strength from beneath his feet. Tang Tian was like an arrow released from a bow, the wind whistling past his ears.

Ming Zichun, clutched firmly in Tang Tian’s arm, fought back his panic and feigned composure. "You won’t get away! Give up!"

"Escape?" A cold sneer came from above his head, laced with chilling murderous intent. "Do you think I’m escaping?"

Ming Zichun froze. He wasn’t escaping? Then what was he doing...

"Don’t worry, I won’t let a single one of you off."

Even while running at full speed, Tang Tian’s calm voice did not tremble in the slightest, ringing out with startling clarity amidst the howling gale.

Hearing this, Ming Zichun was stunned once more. He almost thought his ears had deceived him. Had this guy’s brain been caught in a door? Could he not understand the situation? Did he not realize that he had offended every powerful family in Perseus? Did he not know that he had absolutely no chance of winning? Did he not know that even Shangguan Qianhui would never dare to do such a thing...

The roaring wind made it impossible for Ming Zichun to open his eyes, but his heart was filled with confusion. Tang Tian’s words carried an incomparably strong confidence, as if this entire ordeal were the simplest of tasks for him.

How? How could this guy possess such confidence?

Ming Zichun racked his brains but couldn't fathom it. However, he had been involved in family affairs from a young age, and his perspective was far broader than that of his peers. The confidence in Tang Tian’s tone didn’t sound like mere bluster, but...

Suddenly, the arm holding him exerted a surge of force, squeezing him so hard he almost screamed. But with his strong pride, he bit his lip and remained silent, enduring the agony.

The whistling wind at his ears vanished.

Tang Tian’s figure came to an abrupt halt.

Ming Zichun opened his eyes, feeling somewhat dazed. The terrain was wide open; he blinked, and then his eyes lit up with wild joy. It was a plaza!

What a perfect location! Such an open space was ideal for exploiting their numerical advantage. This idiot had actually stopped here. By now, he was convinced that Tang Tian was a person of brute force but no wit. Such a fool had actually stopped in such a disadvantageous spot.

Wait... What was this guy... trying to do?

Ming Zichun watched blankly as Tang Tian pulled out a rope from somewhere and deftly tied him up tight.

"Damn you, I will never forgive you for this!"

Ming Zichun had never suffered such humiliation. His eyes were practically spitting fire, but he knew that saying anything now would be useless. He remained silent, his face turning an ashen blue.

Tang Tian finished the last butterfly knot with practiced ease, then looked up at the towering lamppost.

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in Ming Zichun’s heart. Unfortunately, before he could react, he felt as if he were soaring through the clouds. He guessed what Tang Tian intended, and his face turned deathly pale.

"You can't..."

He had barely opened his mouth to protest when the rushing wind choked off his voice.

Tang Tian ignored him entirely. He climbed the lamppost using his hands and feet, then lowered the trussed-up Ming Zichun, tying the other end of the rope to the post.

As Ming Zichun dangled in the air, he felt a level of shame that made him want to die!

Never... never had he been so humiliated... never!

"I will tear you into a thousand pieces!" Ming Zichun swore through gritted teeth in his heart. But when his peripheral vision caught the others flooding into the plaza, all his oaths were cast to the winds. His face flushed so deep a red it seemed as if it might bleed; he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

***

The people flooding into the plaza couldn't help but slow their pace, stunned by the sight before them.

On the towering lamppost, the young man’s rebellious figure stood against the light, as if embedded in the sun. A long rope hung from the top, and the esteemed eldest son of the Ming family was tied up like a meat dumpling, dangling in the air.

Everyone was frozen. The impact of this scene was incomparable!

They hung their mouths open, unable to make a sound, their disbelieving gazes unable to tear themselves away from that defiant figure. At this moment, the youth on the lamppost seemed to possess a mysterious magic. The vast plaza was so quiet that the drop of a pin could be heard.

Yu Zeqing was equally lost. He had speculated on countless possibilities, but none matched what he saw. He couldn't believe someone could be so stupid—stupid enough to challenge the bottom line of every family.

By now, he should have been laughing wildly; the plan had been far more effective than he had anticipated. Yet, for some reason, he couldn't laugh. No sound escaped his lips, and his gaze even lost focus. The figure of the youth on the lamppost, though neither imposing nor particularly muscular, seemed to radiate a soul-shaking power.

Yu Zeqing didn't know how to describe this power. It was as if he were desperately trying to tell himself that the youth on the lamppost was simply too arrogant...

Yes, arrogant!

But that guy was arrogant to a degree that they didn't even dare to mock him!

"Tang Tian! You’re dead!"

"The Ming family will never let you go!"

The angry shouts of Ming Zichun’s guards finally snapped everyone out of their stupor. The plaza erupted, and everyone began to curse. Even someone with as much composure as Yun Yiyao was moved to explosive anger; looking at the hanging, dangling Ming Zichun, he felt the humiliation as if it were his own.

When had they, with their supreme status, ever suffered such indignity!

Yun Yiyao and the others exchanged glances, seeing the shared fury in each other’s eyes. This was true, collective hatred.

"Kill him!" Huo Yanguang was the first to roar.

"Attack!" Yun Yiyao ordered without hesitation.

The crowd surged toward the lamppost like a tide.

Tang Tian, silhouetted against the light, had his face shrouded in shadow. His expression was unclear, save for the curve of his lips, which turned abruptly cold.

Watching the rapidly approaching crowd, he spread his arms, pushed off with his feet, and dove toward the masses below like a great bird.

His eyes were burning with fire, the wind whistling like knives in his ears, yet his heart was strangely calm.

He seemed to see it: under the starry night sky, atop a mountain rock, a young girl smiling sweetly while a young boy stood by, dull and naive. Hooking her tender, soft fingers around his calloused, rough ones, they made a childish, innocent vow.

Perhaps time had passed, perhaps they had begun to grow up, but the promise the boy had shouted back then still echoed in his ears.

The boy still remembered...

A tender smile appeared at the corner of his mouth—warm and soft, yet as firm as iron.

He would never allow anyone to lay a hand on anything involving him and Qianhui!

Anyone! Anything!

The boy was very brave; he wasn't afraid at all.

The boy was even stronger than before.

***

The figure falling like a great bird plummeted toward them like a shooting star.

A soft gasp went through the crowd, but Yun Yiyao’s voice cut through: "Use hidden weapons!"

The crowd snapped to attention. In a flash, hidden weapons were in their hands, fired toward the rapidly descending Tang Tian. In an instant, the weapons fell like rain, whistling as they tore through the air.

A clear shout rang out from the sky above.

"Peacock!"

Everyone felt only a blue afterimage flash before their eyes and vanish.

"Eh? Where did he go?" someone exclaimed instinctively.

The next moment, screams erupted from within the crowd. A blue figure moved like a tiger into a flock of sheep, leaving cries of agony in his wake.

The dense crowd became chaotic, but Tang Tian moved as nimbly as a blue fish.

Six-fold intuition!

Tang Tian felt as if he had returned to the Chamber of Eighteen Bronze Men; he was intimately familiar with it, and his six-fold intuition was being utilized to the fullest. His Fifth-Order True Power allowed him to handle the situation with ease. Close-quarters melee was Tang Tian’s most proficient fighting style; his vast array of martial arts allowed him to find the most suitable technique for any situation.

What surprised everyone even more was that his True Power contained two distinct forces. At the first encounter, his opponents were either crushed instantly or suffered a hidden blow.

The Peacock Blue armor made Tang Tian’s fighting style more ferocious, sharper, and his movements more ghostly. Wherever he passed, people were sent tumbling, adding to the confusion. In such a chaotic brawl, hidden weapons were useless.

The strength of these people was far inferior to the Bronze Men, and although there were more of them, Tang Tian did not feel the slightest strain. His gaze was fixed entirely on those young masters.

Young Tang was not a broad-minded person; he was the most vengeful. The shouting from those young masters earlier had already annoyed him. He had long since decided that he wouldn't let a single one of them off.

His figure flickered, appearing beside a luxuriously dressed young master. With three lightning-fast moon-hand strikes, the two guards felt the cold light bearing down on their eyes and were terrified, hurriedly raising their palms to block.

Tang Tian’s palm-strike, however, suddenly turned as soft as a rope, latching onto their palms and using their own strength to swing his body.

The leverage of "Sticking-Clothes Throw"!

Like swinging on a swing, Tang Tian’s toe tapped out very discreetly.

Reaching past the guards, his toe struck the young master behind them silently, releasing a burst of force. The young master screamed, his body flying horizontally like a sandbag as if hit by a rhinoceros.

The guards were horrified, but before they could react, they lost track of their opponent.

Tang Tian had just stabilized his footing when a violent roar came from behind.

"Go to hell!"

Huo Yanguang raised his fist, a red flame erupting and surging like a giant python opening its blood-thirsty maw! The air cracked and popped with the heat as the attack crashed down.

Fifth-Order Fire Python Fist killing move—Fire Python Devour!

Feeling the heatwave rolling in from behind, a cold light flashed in Tang Tian’s eyes.