Chapter 1589 — The Tragic Zhao Qibing, and Besides, Compared to Destroying the Wu Family, Extorting a Sum from Them Would Be More Worthwhile

"I say, Zhao Qibing — have you gorged yourself on arsenic until your brain rotted? You're an illegitimate son, and you think you can represent the hidden Zhao family?" Wu Chengtian said with open mockery.

"Cihua, tell him what my title is now. Ignorance is truly terrifying," Zhao Qibing said coolly.

"Wu Chengtian, do you still not know? Young Master Bing is now a candidate for the young patriarch position of the hidden Zhao family — the strongest candidate at that!" Li Cihua said. "So? Are you going to beg for mercy now?"

"Young patriarch, schmyoung patriarch. If I beg for mercy, would you actually let me go? My boss is Wei Zhao now, and you already have a grudge against him — do you think I'm an idiot? Cut the big talk. If you're afraid of dying, just say so instead of throwing around all these pleasantries!" Wu Chengtian said with contempt.

"What did you say!" Zhao Qibing nearly exploded with rage. Everything he had just said was the plain truth — how was that mere talk? He had spoken those words to wield domineering bravado, to force Wu Chengtian to back down in the face of overwhelming odds and hand over the money willingly. But now Wu Chengtian had taken them for nothing more than bluster born of cowardice. Naturally, he was furious: "Uncle Zhu, cripple this brat, then notify the Wu family — bring two hundred million to buy him back!"

"Yes!" Uncle Zhu had long since run out of patience. Cracking his knuckles, he strode straight at Wu Chengtian.

Zhao Qibing was no fool. He knew Wu Chengtian was already a firmly established Yellow-tier expert, so he didn't dare strike rashly. He planned to wait until Uncle Zhu had beaten Wu Chengtian half to death, then step in for the sheer pleasure of landing a blow himself.

As Uncle Zhu closed in, Wu Chengtian moved as well. He had grown sick of waiting — he wished he could have started sooner.

Wu Chengtian didn't bother with any flashy posturing. He threw a single punch straight at Uncle Zhu's chest.

Uncle Zhu was now an early-stage Mystic-tier expert, so he naturally feared nothing from Wu Chengtian. He was ready to receive the blow with a leisurely open palm when he suddenly sensed something was badly wrong! This Wu Chengtian — he was no longer a Yellow-tier expert. He had somehow become an early-stage Mystic-tier expert!

But by the time it registered, it was already too late. He could only stiffen his resolve and thrust his hands up to block — dodging was out of the question. Still, Uncle Zhu consoled himself inwardly: the boy had only just broken through to the early Mystic tier, while he himself was a long-celebrated expert of the same realm. Locked in palm-to-palm combat like this, he wouldn't come off worse.

But in the very next instant, he discovered he was wrong — catastrophically wrong. By then, however, everything was far too late.

Uncle Zhu spat a mouthful of fresh blood with a gutted howl and went flying backward, slamming hard into the wall. His chest bone caved inward, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

Who was Wu Chengtian? He was the inheritor of the Iron Hand Art — his hand techniques were devastatingly powerful. Even an expert of the same tier wouldn't dare take his strike head-on, and yet Uncle Zhu had done exactly that. What's more, Wu Chengtian now practiced both internal and external cultivation, effectively placing him an entire level above his peers. The outcome was inevitable — Uncle Zhu was crippled in a single blow.

"Internal and external cultivation..." Blood froth bubbling from his lips, Uncle Zhu forced out those four words with terrible difficulty...

But before he could even finish, Wu Chengtian had already walked over and stamped once on each of his four limbs. This was a technique he had picked up from Boss Ergoudan — back then he had thought it felt wonderfully satisfying, and at last he could put it to use himself.

Along with four shrieks of agony, under the combined force of Wu Chengtian's external power and internal true qi, not only were Uncle Zhu's limbs broken — the meridians running through them were also crushed flat by the true qi as Wu Chengtian stomped down.

Thus, Uncle Zhu's freshly healed meridians were ruined all over again, and the damage was even more severe than before.

After the four screams finally died away, Uncle Zhu was just opening his mouth to threaten Wu Chengtian — to say his elder brother would never let him off — when Wu Chengtian stamped down on his mouth, smashing out every single tooth. The blinding agony sent his eyes rolling back, and he passed out cold.

"You... you stay away..." This time Zhao Qibing was genuinely terrified. Could Wu Chengtian really be this ferocious? Why were all of Wei Zhao's underlings so terrifying? The earlier Ergoudan had been just as bad, and now this Wu Chengtian — was he actually this powerful?

"Apologies, but Boss Wei Zhao had something to say. He didn't go looking for trouble with you, yet you just had to go looking for trouble with him. So he had no choice but to send me to break both your legs!" Wu Chengtian said.

"No, please... I never provoked him!" Zhao Qibing felt profoundly wronged. True, he had become the heir to the hidden Zhao family, but so far he only dared curse Wei Zhao behind his back — he hadn't dared lift a finger against him in person!

"Didn't you send that Zhao Fafa to make trouble for Sister-in-law Tang Yun?" Wu Chengtian said, striding toward Zhao Qibing.

"I... I don't know!" Zhao Qibing was on the verge of tears, cursing inwardly: Zhao Fafa, you bastard — you've doomed me!

"Crack..." As a mere early-stage Yellow-tier expert, how could Zhao Qibing possibly stand against Wu Chengtian? He couldn't even raise a resistance before both his legs were shattered. But Wu Chengtian exercised careful restraint — he didn't destroy the meridians in Zhao Qibing's legs. It was a clean bone fracture and nothing more.

Wei Zhao had made it clear: do not inflict too much harm on Zhao Qibing, lest it provoke a backlash from the hidden Zhao family. As for Zhao Qibing himself — even if they left him untouched for now, sooner or later he'd be a cripple anyway.

Although Wu Chengtian didn't entirely grasp the reasoning behind Wei Zhao's instructions, he carried them out to the letter.

The entire sequence had been executed in the span of a heartbeat. Once it was done, Wu Chengtian swaggered straight out of the Geili Fuyun bar, climbed into Wei Zhao's car, and Wei Zhao started the engine. The two of them roared off into the night...

"Hahaha, that was incredible! Boss Wei Zhao, I've never had such a satisfying brawl — so noble families can stomp on hidden noble families after all!" Wu Chengtian was practically dancing with excitement.

"If you have the ambition, even if you come from humble roots, you can stand as an equal with the ancient sects," Wei Zhao said coolly. "No one is born an expert, and not every founder of an ancient sect had ideal cultivation conditions either..."

"Boss, I understand. I'll work hard at it!" Wu Chengtian felt his horizons suddenly open wide.

In the past, his vision had been far too narrow. He had only seen the power struggles at the level of the great noble families, believing that securing a place among them was the ultimate purpose of a lifetime. But since following Wei Zhao, he had come to realize that the hidden noble families were not so mysterious after all.

He had wanted to trample them — and he had done exactly that. Not just one, but two: the hidden Zhao family and the hidden Pi family! Moreover, Wei Zhao was about to clash with the Yu family as well. When that day came, would the hidden Yu family intervene?

At the thought of all this, Wu Chengtian felt his blood surge with fire.

Inside the Geili Fuyun bar, chaos naturally reigned supreme at that moment.