Chapter 57: Each More Shameless Than the Last

Nangong Hao spun in midair like a top, rotating seven hundred and twenty degrees before crashing heavily to the ground. A single slap had mangled half his face. Blood poured from his mouth and nose, teeth fell out, and he looked as wretched as a beaten dog.

His strength was mediocre, only at the third level of the Myriad Phenomena Realm, and even that had been achieved through resources and privilege. Such a pampered scion was inferior even to Nangong Lei, much less a match for Jun Wushuang.

"You actually dared to hit me!" Nangong Hao stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was seeing as he looked at Jun Wushuang. As the seventh young master of the Nangong Clan, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

"The Nangong Clan is truly a breeding ground for scum," Jun Wushuang flexed his wrist, showing not the slightest respect for the clan. First, there was the arrogant Nangong Lei. Then came Nangong Tianxuan, who bullied the weak. Now, he encountered Nangong Hao, who preyed upon men and women alike. Each was worse than the last.

"You dared insult the Nangong Clan? You're as good as dead!" Nangong Hao gnashed his teeth, wishing he could tear Jun Wushuang to pieces.

"Isn't that the seventh young master of the Nangong Clan? How could he be beaten so badly?"

"Who is that man who dares strike Young Master Nangong Hao?"

"Yes, to kill a servant of the Nangong Clan in public and slap Young Master Hao so brazenly—does he have a death wish?"

"He must be some fool new to the imperial capital. It's a pity. Having struck Young Master Hao, the Nangong Clan will never let him go. His fate is sealed—he'll suffer terribly!"

The commotion quickly drew a crowd of onlookers. When they realized the victim was Nangong Hao, their eyes filled with shock. The Nangong Clan was one of the four great families, wielding immense power. Though Nangong Hao was no genius, he was still a direct descendant. At once, everyone distanced themselves from Jun Wushuang as if avoiding a plague.

In their minds, Jun Wushuang was doomed.

"The Nangong patriarch is coming!" Just then, a cry rang out. A lavish carriage approached, bearing the Nangong Clan's insignia and surrounded by many clan members. They had received an invitation from the Prince of Southern Suppression—the patriarch, Nangong Qing, had personally come to attend the pill auction.

"You little bastard, you're dead! If I don't kill you today, I'm not Nangong Hao!" Seeing the carriage, Nangong Hao's eyes lit up. He hurled a vicious threat at Jun Wushuang.

"Help! Someone's attacking me!"

"Grandfather, please save me!" Nangong Hao shrieked pitifully, bloodied and running toward the carriage.

The carriage stopped, and out stepped an elder in ornate robes, his spirit vigorous, eyes sharp, exuding the aura of a ruler.

"Hao'er, what happened? Who did this to you?" Nangong Qing frowned, and a chill radiated from him, dropping the air temperature to freezing. All around, people shuddered involuntarily.

The crowd fell silent, heads bowed and trembling—the patriarch was furious.

"Grandfather, save me!" Nangong Hao wailed even louder upon seeing his grandfather.

"That boy came out of nowhere, killed my servant, slapped me, and threatened to kill me. He even insulted the Nangong Clan, calling us all scum. He said he's the law, he can hit and kill me as he pleases, and the clan means nothing to him!"

Nangong Hao, villain that he was, exaggerated and slandered Jun Wushuang with wild accusations.

Too arrogant!

Hearing Nangong Hao's tale, the clan members' faces changed drastically. They could scarcely believe someone would dare provoke the Nangong Clan so brazenly.

The Nangong Clan, all scum? The clan counts for nothing? They had seen arrogance before, but never on this scale.

"He's utterly lawless!"

"This is the imperial capital, beneath the Son of Heaven's feet—even the princes wouldn't dare act so outrageously. This wild brat must die, to serve as a warning!"

"Death would be too easy for him. He must be executed publicly, made to suffer, so others know the price for insulting the Nangong Clan!"

Clan members seethed with indignation, glaring at Jun Wushuang. Seeing this, Nangong Hao shot Jun Wushuang a venomous look: Boy, you dared cross me—I won't rest until you're dead!

"No, that's not how it happened!" Before Jun Wushuang could speak, a graceful figure rushed forward—the girl from earlier.

"He is a good man. Young Master Nangong tried to violate me, and he only intervened to save me. All the blame rests with me alone. I beg you, spare him. Let all punishment fall upon me!"

Though frail and easily bullied, the girl showed gratitude and courage. She did not shrink back, but stepped forward to take responsibility. This touched Jun Wushuang, warming his heart. Truly worthy of being formed from the soul of the Lotus Empress, inheriting her kindness.

Suddenly, Nangong Qing raised his hand and slapped the girl's face, sending her flying. Her cheek swelled, cheekbone fractured, blood covering her face.

This unexpected blow stunned everyone.

Who was Nangong Qing? The patriarch of the Nangong Clan, a high-ranking official, and a King-tier expert. Yet he struck the girl in public—unbelievable!

"Hao'er favored you—that should be your honor. You shouldn't have refused, and certainly not sought someone to injure him," Nangong Qing spoke calmly, as if the slap had not come from him. "Hao'er is a direct heir of the Nangong Clan. Even if he wished to kill you, so what? Lowborn wretches like you should be grateful for his attention. This slap is your punishment—a lesson that the Nangong Clan is not to be trifled with by the likes of you."

His words were mild, but the tyranny and arrogance in his tone made everyone's scalp tingle.

Nangong Qing's gaze now fell upon Jun Wushuang.

"I don't care who you are. You killed a member of my clan and injured my grandson. You must pay the price. Not only you, but your family and friends—all must die. To insult the Nangong Clan is to invite extermination of your entire lineage!"

Nangong Qing spoke coldly, embodying shamelessness to perfection.

"I wondered why the Nangong Clan produced so many scoundrels. Turns out it's because of you, old scum," Jun Wushuang laughed in fury, eyes icy.

Never before had he encountered such depravity, such shamelessness, such disregard for reason.

The Nangong Clan—what an eye-opener!

"Audacious!"

Jun Wushuang's words made everyone's face change.

He no longer wasted words, but acted. His speed was astonishing; before anyone could react, he was before Nangong Hao.

"Boy, you dare touch me? I'll slaughter your whole family—"

Before Nangong Hao could finish his threat, he glimpsed the flash of a blood-red blade.

A single stroke—and his head fell to the ground.