Chapter 142 Cutting Weeds and Eliminating Roots

Nangong Li was dumbfounded!

He never imagined that Jun Wushuang would actually slap him flat onto the ground.

Yet the foot planted squarely on his face told him that all of this was real.

"You little bastard, how dare you beat an official of the court! I will scatter your body and soul into oblivion today!"

Nangong Li was furious.

Rage blazed in his eyes, and he wished he could devour Jun Wushuang alive.

He was the Governor of Qingzhou Prefecture, as well as a mighty warrior at the ninth stage of the Marquis Realm.

When had he ever been slapped across the face, let alone trampled under someone's foot?

Boom!

A violent aura erupted from Nangong Li's body like a volcanic eruption, attempting to unseat Jun Wushuang and turn the tables.

"Divine Manifestation: Demon Emperor Shakes Ten Thousand Realms!"

Jun Wushuang directly unleashed his Divine Manifestation.

Instantly, the phantom of a Demon Emperor emerged, its demonic might heavy as a prison, suppressing Nangong Li completely.

Although Jun Wushuang was only at the ninth stage of the Celestial and Human Realm, his comprehensive combat strength was no weaker than that of a ninth-stage Marquis Realm expert.

Furthermore, Nangong Li had long held a high position and lived in luxury; his actual combat prowess was simply inferior to martial artists of the same rank.

Slap!

Jun Wushuang delivered another heavy slap across Nangong Li's aged face.

"You struck my father just moments ago, and now I demand that you repay it a hundredfold."

Slap!

Swinging with both his left and right hands, Jun Wushuang rained blow after blow relentlessly onto Nangong Li's face.

"Scum of the Nangong Clan, how dare you bully my father? You must be out of your blind mind."

"So what if you are a prefect? You have no regard for imperial law, and I am beating precisely you."

"You even dared to throw my father into the dungeon and decree his execution tomorrow? I'd like to see just how much courage you truly have."

Slap, slap, slap!

With his hair standing on end from fury, Jun Wushuang launched a ferocious assault.

In no time, Nangong Li's face was beaten into the shape of a pig's head, blood gushing from his facial orifices in a ghastly sight.

Seeing Nangong Li beaten repeatedly by Jun Wushuang, the Lord of Luoyang City standing nearby was frozen in utter shock.

His mind was ringing with deafening roars.

How could the powerful backer he had just aligned himself with be beaten so miserably by Jun Wushuang?

This made the reality entirely unacceptable to him.

In his eyes, Nangong Li, as the Governor of Qingzhou and the Second Lord of the Nangong Clan, should have easily suppressed Jun Zhantian and dealt with Jun Wushuang effortlessly.

Yet now...

The complete opposite was happening!

"Jun Wushuang, don't push people too far!"

Roaring with rage, Nangong Li struggled to break free.

Slap!

Jun Wushuang delivered yet another strike.

"Push you too far? So what if I do?"

Plop!

A tooth was knocked flying out of his mouth, a chilling sight.

"Ahhh! I'll fight you to the death!"

Nangong Li's face was etched with humiliation and fury.

Boom!

His Heaven and Earth Law Manifestation abruptly condensed into existence, soaring to a height of nine hundred meters and smashing right through the roof of the grand hall.

An unprecedented sense of oppression descended like Mount Tai crushing down from above, causing the complexions of both Jun Zhantian and the Lord of Luoyang City to change drastically.

"Wushuang, be careful!"

Jun Zhantian's heart tightened.

"Hell Furnace!"

With a cold snort, Jun Wushuang extended a hand and grabbed through the air.

Instantly, the Hell Furnace flew forth, and ink-black Nether Flames of Hell roared outward, landing squarely upon the Heaven and Earth Law Manifestation and scorching it all over with terrible wounds.

"What on earth is this damned thing?!"

Nangong Li's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The Heaven and Earth Law Manifestation was his ultimate trump card, yet it was actually being suppressed by the Nether Flames of Hell.

Did this not mean that he was simply no match for Jun Wushuang?

"Asura's Single Slash!"

Reaching out, Jun Wushuang retrieved the Asura Demonic Blade from his bronze ring and slashed forward without the slightest hesitation.

Sensing the terrifying sharpness of the Asura Demonic Blade, Nangong Li's expression altered drastically; he surged his vital energy and exerted his utmost strength to parry the blow.

Rip!

The keen edge of the Asura Demonic Blade was far from something he could withstand.

The blood-red blade-light directly cleaved through his protective aura and struck squarely into Nangong Li's body.

A bone-deep wound appeared across Nangong Li's chest, dripping with fresh blood.

"Get down on your knees!"

Closing in instantly, Jun Wushuang grabbed Nangong Li by the hair, dragged him before Jun Zhantian, and kicked the back of his knees to buckle them.

With a heavy thud.

Nangong Li was forced to his knees right in front of Jun Zhantian.

"Kowtow and apologize, or I will kill you right now!"

Pressing the tip of the Asura Demonic Blade against Nangong Li's neck, Jun Wushuang made the hair on the governor's body stand on end.

"I'll kowtow! I'll apologize!"

Though filled with boundless rage, Nangong Li had no choice but to face reality.

Bang, bang, bang!

Nangong Li began kowtowing directly to Jun Zhantian.

"Lord Jun, it was my fault earlier; I slandered you, please forgive me."

"Lord Jun, as a magnanimous man, please don't hold this against someone of my stature. Let us pretend today's events never happened!"

"Master Jun, every single wrong was entirely my fault. Rest assured, I will properly settle arrangements for you and the Jun family!"

Faced with life and death, Nangong Li cast aside his dignity and pride.

Yet the hatred burning in his heart not only failed to dissipate, but grew even more intense.

"Jun Wushuang, Jun Zhantian, you father and son just wait. I will tear you both into ten thousand pieces, or I'll step down as prefect!"

As the Governor of Qingzhou, Nangong Li wielded immense authority.

Setting everything else aside, mobilizing an army of ten thousand men was well within his power.

Once he survived this ordeal, he would fabricate crimes to pin on them, and the moment the army marched out, it would spell their absolute doom.

Bang!

Jun Wushuang suddenly lashed out with a kick, sending Nangong Li sprawling forward in a humiliating face-plant.

Though the governor had hidden his hatred remarkably well, how could it possibly escape Jun Wushuang's penetrating gaze?

Besides.

Jun Wushuang had never intended to let him leave alive today anyway.

"Wushuang, don't be rash!"

Jun Zhantian cried out in alarm.

He was not pleading for Nangong Li, but rather worried that Jun Wushuang would court massive trouble by doing this.

No matter what, Nangong Li was still the Governor of Qingzhou Prefecture.

Whether humiliating him or executing him, it was a direct provocation against the imperial court.

"Father, rest assured, your son knows what he is doing."

Jun Wushuang was no reckless hothead; since he dared to act, he naturally had absolute confidence.

"I've kowtowed and apologized. Can you let me go now?!"

Nangong Li stammered out, trembling all over.

Right now, he only wished to survive this calamity and seek an opportunity for revenge later.

"Did I say I was going to let you go?"

Jun Wushuang sneered coldly, and the Asura Demonic Blade descended without the slightest hesitation.

Swish!

A flash of blade-light, and a head tumbled to the ground.

Nangong Li's face remained frozen in an expression of deep shock and incomprehension.

Had he not kowtowed and apologized? Why did Jun Wushuang still choose to kill him?

Furthermore, he was the Governor of Qingzhou Prefecture—was Jun Wushuang not afraid of the imperial court's retribution for murdering an official?

Nangong Li's eyes were filled with lingering confusion, yet no one would ever provide him with an answer.

"Father, the enmity between the Nangong Clan and us is now irreconcilable. If we let him go today, he would undoubtedly seek a fierce revenge."

"Cutting weeds by the roots is always the best course of action!"

Jun Wushuang explained to his father calmly.

"Very well, since he is already dead, let it be!"

Jun Zhantian sighed. Though he understood the logic, he simply did not want any harm to come to his son.

"Rest assured, Father. The Nangong Clan's days are numbered. Once I return to the imperial capital this time, I will eradicate the Nangong Clan entirely."

"As for you and the Jun family, I have already devised a plan."

"Take this Southern-Suppressing King's Token. When I return to the capital, I will approach the Southern-Suppressing King and have him find a way to promote you to the position of Governor of Qingzhou."

Jun Wushuang had long since mapped out a safe path for the Jun family.

Plop!

At that very moment, the Lord of Luoyang City scurried out from a dark corner.

He fell directly to his knees before Jun Zhantian.

"This humble servant pays respects to the new Lord Governor!"