You said it was a useless body, yet you punched a saint to pieces?

Chapter 2 Sowing Discord

Wang Dao suddenly raised his hand, and his five fingers, like iron hooks, instantly gripped Li Fu's fat neck.

A surge of scorching, magma-like energy erupted from the depths of his chest, unleashing a violent power that surged beneath his skin, like an ancient, dormant beast awakening instantly.

Li Fu didn't have time to react at all. He only felt a tightness around his neck, followed by a terrifying feeling of suffocation that instantly overwhelmed all his consciousness.

"Well--!!"

His enormous body, weighing a full two hundred pounds, was lifted into the air by Wang Dao with one hand as if he were a chicken.

His feet were off the ground, he was kicking wildly, his eyes were bulging, and his face was full of disbelief.

"How is this possible?! This piece of trash... this piece of trash who doesn't even have any qi, how can he have such strength?!"

"Looks like this body is full of fat; it must have consumed quite a few of my pills."

Wang Dao's eyes were as cold as knives as he looked at Li Fu, who was struggling desperately in his hands, as if he were looking at a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

His arm muscles bulged instantly, veins bulging, and he slammed down!

"You shameless bastard!"

"boom!!"

The ground shook violently, and Li Fu was slammed into the bluestone bricks. The hard bluestone slabs cracked instantly, sending fragments flying and dust billowing everywhere.

"puff--"

Li Fu coughed up a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his internal organs were about to be shattered by the impact.

"Ah!! You little beast, you...you're asking for death!"

Wang Dao's five fingers, like eagle hooks cast from divine iron, gripped Li Fu's head tightly, forcibly pressing half of his face into the shattered bluestone floor tiles.

"Click."

The massive cheekbone cracked under the immense pressure, and half of Li Fu's body was embedded in the spiderweb-like cracks. The excruciating pain made him convulse wildly like a fathead fish out of water, and blood mixed with mud blocked his mouth and nose.

Wang Dao squatted down, his dark eyes showing no pity, only a haughty indifference and a chilling tyranny.

"Steward Li, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't just recognize anyone as your master."

Wang Dao's voice was steady, yet it was like a cold wind blowing into Li Fu's eardrums.

With his other hand, he gently patted Li Fu's half of his intact cheek, the movement as gentle as if he were petting a dog, but each pat was accompanied by a terrifying shock to his blood and qi, causing Li Fu's teeth to loosen and fall out.

"Even if you had a thousand lives, you wouldn't dare to eat my things, you broken-backed dog that only knows how to bark."

A chilling smile curled at the corner of Wang Dao's lips, his gaze sharp as a knife, scraping inch by inch across Li Fu's terrified, distorted features.

"Tell me, which deity gave you the audacity?"

"Is it the dignified princess? Or my second concubine, Liu Mei? Or perhaps my third concubine, Ye Ningxiang?"

With each name uttered, Wang Dao's five fingers, which were gripping Li Futian's skull, tightened one more.

Li Fu's mind was a complete mess at this moment, and the excruciating pain and suffocation made his vision go black.

Each of these names was a mountain weighing on his head; he wouldn't dare to provoke any of them, not even if he had ten times the courage.

Wang Dao may be insane today and dare not truly kill this old man from the Wang family, but if he utters even half a word today, it will surely be Li Fu who lies dead in the wilderness tomorrow, and whose family may even suffer misfortune.

"Seventh...Seventh Young Master...Spare me..."

Li Fu desperately squeezed out broken syllables from his throat, his mouth gushing out blood and foam.

"It was this servant...this servant was blinded by greed! Seeing that you, young master...do not like cultivation, and that those resources are just...wasted...so I dared to withhold a little..."

"This servant deserves to die! This servant is insatiable! This servant kowtows to you!"

He roared and tried to kowtow and beg for mercy under that iron-like hand, even though the flesh on his forehead had been torn open, revealing the white bone.

The playfulness in Wang Dao's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by extreme coldness.

"Not only greedy, but also foolish."

Before the words were finished, the large hand gripping the top of the head suddenly exerted force.

"Buzz!"

Wang Dao's pores emitted divine light, and his powerful blood and qi flowed down his arms like magma. In an instant, terrifying power pierced through Li Fu's head and reached his spine.

"Click...click..."

The chilling sound of bones cracking clearly reached Li Fu's ears; it was the sound of his own skull deforming.

The shadow of death, at this moment, transformed into a tangible black hand, gripping Li Fu's heart tightly. His brain seemed to boil, and his eyeballs bulged out of their sockets, as if they might explode at any moment.

"He will kill me!"

"This madman is really going to kill me!"

So-called loyalty, concerns, and consequences completely collapsed at this moment, and the instinct for survival overwhelmed all reason.

"It's the Princess!!!"

Li Fu mustered his last ounce of strength and said, "It's Your Highness! I've come on Your Highness's behalf! I was sent by Your Highness to deliver resources to you! You can't kill me!!"

He clung desperately to this lifeline, even though it would eventually become a noose that strangled him. At this moment, only by bringing out this great Buddha statue could he stop the madman's falling knife.

The iron hand that was about to crush his head stopped the moment it heard the word "Princess".

Li Fugang felt the iron grip on his head loosen a little, and before the faint sense of relief from surviving the ordeal could spread in his heart, a soft laugh was like ice water poured over his head, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Oh."

Before the laughter subsided, a clap of thunder suddenly rang out.

"boom--!"

A violent aura, centered on the Kingly Way, exploded in all directions.

The billowing energy surged into the sky, instantly dispersing the clouds above the courtyard.

A wave of intense heat swept outwards, distorting the air with crackling, scorching sounds, as if the very space itself was about to be ignited by this terrifying, masculine energy.

The bluestone paving stones beneath Wang Dao's feet turned to dust in an instant, and countless spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions.

Divine light burst forth from all 36,000 pores on his body, making him appear like a golden war god emerging from ancient mythology, his black hair dancing wildly, each strand shimmering with a captivating crystalline light.

Those once jet-black eyes had now transformed into two burning golden suns, their gazes so intense they seemed tangible, piercing the eyes with a painful intensity.

Wang Dao loosened his grip, tossing Li Fu away as if he were throwing away a bag of trash.

"Bang."

Li Fu crashed heavily to the ground, like a lump of mud, panting heavily.

His lungs were on fire, and every breath felt like swallowing a red-hot blade. He looked up in horror, only to find that Wang Dao wasn't even looking at him.

Those eyes, burning with golden flames, pierced over the high walls of the courtyard and gazed straight into the depths of the Prince's mansion, into the core area that symbolized supreme power and honor.

Li Fu followed his gaze and his heart stopped.

"Seventh Young Master! Seventh Young Master, please calm down!"

Li Fu scrambled to his knees, his forehead covered in a mixture of cold sweat and blood, blurring his vision.

"This servant truly represents Her Highness the Princess! I've come to deliver resources for your cultivation! Before, this servant was incredibly audacious and withheld resources; this servant will make up for it! Double... no, tenfold!"

However, the terrifying aura that suppressed the entire scene did not weaken; instead, it became even more condensed, like a mountain pressing down on Li Fu's heart, making his entire body groan.

Wang Dao finally withdrew his gaze, his eyes slowly moving downwards to land on the lowly steward.

"Using the princess to pressure me?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer striking a drum, making Li Fu's eardrums buzz.

You're completely wrong.

The next instant, Wang Dao's voice suddenly rose in pitch, like a thunderclap, shaking the surrounding area!

"I have a deep bond with the Princess and her son. She treats me like her own son, and her kindness is immeasurable. How could she possibly cut my monthly allowance?!"

Wang Dao took a step forward, and the ground collapsed with a roar. He pointed at the trembling Li Fu, his words piercing and righteous:

"You dog of a servant! You embezzled my cultivation resources first, and now that this has come to light, you still dare to throw dirty water on the Princess, attempting to sow discord between us and ruin the Princess's reputation!"

"How dare you!"

"boom!"

When this huge accusation was slapped on Li Fu's head, his mind went completely blank.

He opened his mouth wide, wanting to argue and shout that it was indeed the princess's order, but under the overwhelming pressure of the king's aura, he could only make strange "hoho" sounds in his throat and couldn't utter a single word.

Wang Dao didn't give him a chance to speak at all. His spine trembled, his bones and muscles throbbed, and thunder rumbled.

He transformed into a crimson-gold afterimage, his right fist clenched tightly, his boiling blood and qi surging like rivers flowing into the sea, frantically converging on his fist.

Faced with a punch powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, Li Fu's meager cultivation was as insignificant as an ant. His pupils shrank to pinpoints, and he only had time to let out a final, desperate roar:

"Seventh Young Master, spare my life!"

The fist, carrying immense force, was about to blast that enormous head into a cloud of blood mist.

At this critical moment, a graceful and elegant figure appeared out of thin air in front of Li Fu.

She wore a bright red peony and gold phoenix robe, her hair was styled in a high bun, and her pearl hairpins shone brightly.

She simply stood there quietly, and the raging air around her instantly froze. An aura of authority that had long held a superior position emanated from her, as if she were the center of this world.

Facing Wang Dao's thunderous punch, powerful enough to shatter a city gate, Zheng Wanqing remained unfazed, simply raising a hand as white as mutton fat jade.

With slender fingers, she gently brushed against the devastating fist.

"Buzz—"

Wang Dao's violent and domineering fist force vanished instantly, like a mud ox entering the sea, without even causing a ripple.

Wang Dao slowly withdrew his fist. He had long anticipated that he would not be able to kill Li Fu today.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful woman before him, Wang Dao's left hand, hanging at his side, clenched tightly uncontrollably, and he took a deep breath.

That face, which had been filled with murderous intent, was now adorned with a humble and respectful expression, even bearing the restraint of a young person meeting an elder with reverence.

Wang Dao bowed deeply to the beautiful woman, performing an impeccable junior's salute, his voice clear and respectful:

"Greetings, Your Highness."