Chapter 147: He Who Struck Me Shall Pay with His Life

Who is that?

The sudden, jarring scene stunned everyone present.

Instantly, all eyes snapped toward the figure who had just appeared.

Dongfang Biyu was the newly appointed young mistress of the Dongfang clan. Not only did she possess the Illusory Imperial Body, but she was also a formidable expert at the sixth level of the Celestial Realm. Her strength was only slightly inferior to that of the late Dongfang Li.

Who could be so audacious as to publicly send Dongfang Biyu flying with a single slap?

This was a blatant provocation against both the Dongfang clan and the Imperial Martial Academy!

"Mengyao, I'm sorry, I'm back late!"

Ignoring the gazes of the crowd, Jun Wushuang gently pulled Lin Mengyao into his arms and fed her a healing pill.

"Young Master!"

Seeing Jun Wushuang, Lin Mengyao felt a wave of both joyful relief and grievance.

"Don't be afraid. With the Young Master here, every bit of humiliation you have suffered will be repaid a hundredfold!"

With a gentle smile, Jun Wushuang wiped away Lin Mengyao's tears and offered soothing words.

"Jun Wushuang!"

At that moment, the crowd finally recognized his true face.

An uproar swept through the entire area!

Jun Wushuang's formidable reputation had long since spread throughout the imperial capital.

He had caused an uproar during the enrollment assessments!
He had joined the Qingyun Martial Academy!
He had won a life-or-death duel!
He had broken through to the Celestial Realm during the baptism of the Spiritual Pool!

Each and every one of these feats had long been on the lips of countless people.

Some enthusiastic onlookers had even dubbed him the second-greatest prodigy of the Great Qian Dynasty, second only to the Crown Prince.

However, during this recent tomb expedition, Jun Wushuang had gone ahead and then disappeared for two whole months.

This led people to believe that he must have provoked the Black Demonic Sect and been quietly poisoned to death by them.

Coupled with the fact that Mo Xingyun had gone and never returned, this speculation gained the agreement of the majority.

That was precisely why Dongfang Biyu and Nangong Fei dared to bring people over to bully the Qingyun Martial Academy.

Yet no one could have anticipated this.

At this crucial juncture, Jun Wushuang had actually returned!

"Jun Wushuang? How is this possible?"

Nangong Fei's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared in disbelief.

His predecessor, Nangong Tianxuan, had died at Jun Wushuang's hands. Moreover, he had been present at the life-or-death duel that day, so he naturally knew how powerful and terrifying Jun Wushuang was.

He had assumed that the Qingyun Martial Academy was left with nothing more than a few stray kittens.

Who could have guessed that Jun Wushuang would return?

Now they were in serious trouble!

"Fall back!"

Not daring to provoke Jun Wushuang, Nangong Fei issued a low command and turned to leave.

"You hit my people, and you think you can just walk away like that?"

A cold, murderous intent flickered in Jun Wushuang's eyes.

Entrusting Lin Mengyao to Liu Yiyi for further healing, he turned around and fixed his gaze on the contingent from the Imperial Martial Academy.

Today, if he hadn't returned in the nick of time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The Nangong clan, the Dongfang clan, and the Imperial Martial Academy—

This time, old accounts and new grievances would be settled together.

Swish!

Executing the Demonic Descent Over Nine Heavens footwork, Jun Wushuang soared into the air in a single step, breaking the sound barrier and appearing directly in front of Nangong Fei.

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

Nangong Fei's expression turned ugly, yet he was unwilling to lose the bearing of a young lord.

Crack!

Jun Wushuang answered with a direct, resounding slap.

Nangong Fei was sent spinning seven hundred and twenty degrees through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out two teeth on impact.

Flying into a rage, Nangong Fei unleashed his spiritual energy, lightning flickering around him as he struggled to rise.

Bang!

Without a shred of hesitation, Jun Wushuang brought his foot down.

Snap!

The ground beneath Nangong Fei shattered instantly.

A three-meter radius of earth caved inward, fractures spreading like a spider's web.

Nangong Fei coughed up a mouthful of blood, instantly reduced to a state of severe injury and listlessness.

"Was it with this hand that you hit A'man just now?"

With a cold gaze, Jun Wushuang lifted his right foot and snapped Nangong Fei's right arm.

"Ah, ah, ah! My hand!"

Nangong Fei let out a shrill scream.

His right hand was reduced to a bloody pulp; it was completely crippled.

"Who gave you the gall to lay hands on my people?"

Jun Wushuang stomped down once more, breaking Nangong Fei's left arm as well.

Nangong Fei shrieked again, a sound chilling enough to make one's scalp tingle.

"You hit my people, so you must pay the price in kind!"

Cold and merciless, Jun Wushuang delivered two more rapid stamps, shattering both of Nangong Fei's legs.

Watching Nangong Fei reduced to a cripple with all four limbs broken, the onlookers stood frozen in a terrified silence.

Too bloody!
Too terrifying!
Too horrifying!

Jun Wushuang had struck without mercy. Although Nangong Fei was still breathing, he was thoroughly crippled, reduced to a useless shell of a man.

"Jun Wushuang, let me tell you, Mo Xingyun has vanished without a trace! For all we know, he's already been poisoned by the Black Demonic Sect!"

"If you dare to kill me today, with no Mo Xingyun to protect you, the Nangong clan will hunt you down and destroy you sooner or later!"

"You broke my limbs, but I swear I will tear out your heart and lungs with my own hands!"

Nangong Fei roared with a ferocious snarl.

Without Mo Xingyun, the Qingyun Martial Academy was nothing more than a soft persimmon that anyone could squeeze. And Jun Wushuang was merely a country bumpkin with no backing.

He firmly believed that Jun Wushuang would never dare to kill him outright.

"Want to die? I'll grant your wish!"

With cold indifference in his eyes, Jun Wushuang drove a single fist forward, completely shattering Nangong Fei's head.

At this sight, a chill gripped everyone's hearts.

Nangong Fei was dead!

He was the newly appointed young lord of the Nangong clan, following closely in the footsteps of the late Nangong Tianxuan.

By doing this, Jun Wushuang was making an irreconcilable enemy of the Nangong clan!

Swish!

At that very moment, instead of retreating, Dongfang Biyu lunged forward, charging swiftly toward Liu Yiyi and Lin Mengyao.

She grabbed the physically weaker Liu Yiyi, pressing a sharp dagger against her delicate throat.

"Kneel down and slap yourself a hundred times! Miss even one, and I'll kill her!"

With a distorted and savage expression, Dongfang Biyu was driven mad by jealousy and hatred.

She knew how powerful Jun Wushuang was, but at that moment, revenge was all that consumed her.

"You're dead!"

Fixing his gaze on Dongfang Biyu, Jun Wushuang uttered two cold words that fell like the reaper's scythe, sending shivers down everyone's spines.

"Purple Pole Demonic Light!"

Directly channeling his Purple Pole Demonic Pupil, Jun Wushuang unleashed a surging torrent of spiritual energy.

"Step to the Heavens!"

Simultaneously, he executed the Demonic Descent Over Nine Heavens footwork once more, closing the distance in a flash.

A jolt of panic struck Dongfang Biyu; she tightened her grip, intending to execute Liu Yiyi first.

However, the Purple Pole Demonic Light moved far faster, striking squarely between her brows and sending a blinding, splitting pain through her mind.

"Asura's Single Slash!"

Wielding the Asura Demonic Blade, Jun Wushuang slashed down without the slightest hesitation.

Rip!

Before Dongfang Biyu could mount any defense, the blade cleaved through her, splitting her cleanly down the middle.

Her corpse collapsed to the ground, surrounded by glaring pools of blood.

"Asura's Killing Prison!"

Having executed Dongfang Biyu, Jun Wushuang did not stop.

Clutching the Asura Demonic Blade, he charged straight into the crowd.

In an instant, disciple after disciple from the Imperial Martial Academy was engulfed in bloody killing intent and slaughtered mercilessly.

This time, the disciples brought by Dongfang Biyu and Nangong Fei numbered well over a thousand.

Yet not a single one of them could escape; every last one of them perished beneath Jun Wushuang's blade.

Corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like a river.

Not a single disciple walked out of the Qingyun Martial Academy alive.

At that moment, in the eyes of all present, Jun Wushuang looked nothing less than a true god of slaughter.

Blood dripped from the tip of his blade, and his killing intent showed no sign of abating.

Yet Jun Wushuang had no intention of stopping there.

"You stay here and tend to your injuries. I'm going to pay a visit to the Imperial Martial Academy."

With those words, he lifted his blade and strode forward, radiating a monstrous aura of slaughter!