Chapter 462: Cruel Person Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

Han Yan was a yellow-level late-stage warrior, but this man was at the yellow-level peak stage. His unexpected attack left Han Yan unable to dodge.

Slap—Han Yan was hit squarely.

Han Yan’s anger flared. Since when had she been treated like this? Without thinking, she drew her sword and lunged at her attacker.

“You wanna fight? Very well, big brother will play with you!” The man drew a soft sword from his waist.

Ding ding—After only two strikes, Han Yan’s sword shattered. The man then mercilessly kicked Han Yan.

Had Han Yan remained calm, the kick might have missed, but she’d lost her composure. She only wanted to kill this man who’d insulted her, but this only gave him the advantage.

He kicked Han Yan’s leg, sending her flying several meters onto the floor, helpless. Han Yan was stunned.

The man sneered, “Do you believe that if I step down again, your other leg will also break?”

Han Yan gritted her teeth, staring at him angrily, but remained silent.

“I don’t,” a cold voice replied.

The man, dazed, looked at Ye Mo, whose face was an icy mask. “Who the hell do you think you are, interfering with me?”

The onlookers grew more excited as the fight escalated.

Ye Mo ignored the man, setting Han Yan’s broken leg before giving her a pill. He then helped her up, apologizing guiltily, “Sorry, I’m late.”

Seeing Ye Mo, Han Yan could no longer contain her grief and wept in his arms. She knew the tournament would be chaotic, but she hadn’t expected this. There was no sympathy in this world.

Ye Mo held her, noticing the palm print on her face. He coldly asked, “Who hit you?”

Before Han Yan could answer, the man cockily said, “Your grandpa, me. Got the guts? Hit me. If not, slap yourself and get lost.”

The onlookers laughed, but this time, the laughter was less boisterous. Many had noticed how Ye Mo effortlessly reset Han Yan’s obviously broken bone. Even in a hospital, it would take a month to barely walk, yet he’d done it in an instant and given her a pill. She could already walk! It was absurd.

Ye Mo sneered, dashing forward in a single step. He appeared before the man in a blink, slapping him twice before kicking his chest.

Before anyone could react, Ye Mo’s leg connected with the man’s stomach. He stumbled back more than ten steps, spitting blood and collapsing to the ground, his face covered in blood.

Ye Mo slowly approached and stepped down, the sickening sound of crushed bones echoing. He’d pulverized the man’s leg.

Silence fell. They’d found the man’s bullying of Han Yan amusing, but seeing Ye Mo crush his leg, they felt only cold dread. Who was this cruel man?

No one dared help the man, just as no one had helped Han Yan.

Wang Xiyue, still upstairs, didn’t dare come down, fearing he’d be caught in the crossfire.

“I am Yi Jian Sect’s Feng Nan, you can’t atta—” Before he could finish, Ye Mo stamped down on his other leg, then his chest. More bones cracked, astonishing everyone with his brutality.

Feng Nan could no longer speak. His head slumped, but no one dared to help.

Han Yan, calmer now, urged Ye Mo to leave. Ye Mo didn’t know about the Yi Jian Sect, but she did. It was a sect rivaling the Xia family. Her Guang Han Sect couldn’t afford to antagonize them.

“Brother Ye, let’s go,” Han Yan said worriedly, grabbing Ye Mo’s arm. She glanced subconsciously at Feng Nan. Though the police wouldn’t be called, she feared the man was dead.

Ye Mo waved his hand. “We’re staying. Tell me, who else bullied you?”

At this, Xia Seng subconsciously lowered his head. Ye Mo was clearly black-level or higher. Given his cruelty, Xia Seng would be treated the same as Feng Nan.

Xia Seng wanted to call for the elders of his sect, but none were present.

Han Yan said nothing, simply looking at Xia Seng, as everyone else was doing.

Ye Mo approached, studying him coldly. “You attacked her too?”

Xia Seng shivered, losing the composure he’d shown when looking down on Han Yan. He worriedly stammered, “No, Qianbei, I didn’t hit her.”

As Ye Mo’s gaze intensified, Xia Seng couldn’t bear it any longer and knelt. “Qianbei, have mercy! I really didn’t hit her, I only taunted her, I, I—”

Xia Seng began slapping his own face until it bled. Ye Mo coldly said, “Get lost. Don’t let me see you again.”

“Yes, yes, Qianbei, I’ll leave immediately!” Xia Seng felt humiliated and angry, but knew this wasn’t the time to act up. He needed to live to get revenge on Ye Mo.

Ignoring the contempt of others, Xia Seng fled to his room. In his heart, Ye Mo was a dead man. A mere black-level warrior daring to strike a Xia family member and nearly kill Feng Nan?

Two Yi Jian Sect members carefully carried Feng Nan back to their room. They had to report to their masters to seek revenge.

Near the window, three people—two women and a man—watched the entire event. The women wore elaborate headpieces, and the man was handsome, possessing a refined air.

“This man is cruel and decisive, at least black-level tertiary stage. I wonder which sect he’s from. Since he knows the Guang Han Sect, he’s probably not from a major sect. What a pity, when the Yi Jian Sect and Xia family retaliate, he…” the young man sighed, shaking his head, believing Ye Mo’s death was imminent.

“Martial Sister, have we seen him before? He looks familiar,” the younger nun asked.

The elder nun nodded. “Yu’er, you’re right. He’s the masked man from the Mount Wu Liang auction. He’s not someone to trifle with.”

“Martial Sisters, you know him?” the handsome man asked.

The elder nun nodded. “Yes, if I’m not mistaken, he was at the Xi Xia Temple auction. You weren’t there, but he killed the Long brothers alone, and it’s said the earth-level Lone Wolf also died by his hand. He’s incredibly strong, Martial Brother Shi. Avoid him, he’s very ruthless.”

“Oh, he killed the Long brothers and Lone Wolf? Is he earth-level? But how is that possible? He’s only in his twenties!” Martial Brother Shi exclaimed, surprised.

Shi Zhongzhi was a genius himself, only 26 and already black-level tertiary. Few could match him, yet this young man was even more extraordinary.

Due to the vast difference between black and earth level, Shi Zhongzhi doubted Ye Mo could kill Lone Wolf as a black-level warrior.

“Interesting,” Shi Zhongzhi said, watching Ye Mo with interest.

Though Han Yan wanted to leave, Ye Mo took her to the front desk.

“Sorry, sir, no rooms left,” the trembling front desk girl said, having witnessed Ye Mo’s rampage.

Ye Mo smiled. “Tell your boss, Wang Xiyue, an old friend is here.”