Starting as a Son-in-law to Establish an immortal Family

Chapter 163: Chapter 99: Dog-Like Thing! (Reset)_4

Then, with a swift raise of his right hand, he fiercely slapped Lu Miaoyang across the face with a loud ‘smack.’

“To talk to you like this? And just who do you think you are?”

“Like a dog, not only do I dare to speak to you this way, but I dare to hit you!”

“To bully my son and act so arrogantly, expecting me to apologize to you, do you really think I, Lu Changsheng, am someone people can push around?”

With every word, Lu Changsheng’s palms relentlessly struck out.

His cultivation of the Hundred Refinements Treasure Body Art was not in vain.

With each slap, resounding with sharp ‘smacks,’ Lu Miaoyang saw stars, and he groaned in pain.

His cheeks visibly turned swiftly from purple to black to red and swollen, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

“This… this… this…”

The nearby steward and the beautiful woman were stunned, unable to process the scene before them.

They had not expected that upon Lu Changsheng’s arrival, he would start hitting their young master without a word, taking him in hand with slaps.

“Young Master Changsheng, please, no more, spare him!” the steward immediately came back to his senses and shouted in horror.

He hurried over to Lu Changsheng’s side, trying to stop him.

“Hmph!”

With a cold snort, Lu Changsheng ceased his assault and flung Lu Miaoyang to the side with a fierce throw.

‘Thump!’

Lu Miaoyang hit the ground hard, letting out a muffled groan, his face swollen and bruised black and red, spitting out teeth and blood.

“To bully a child at your age, to lay hands on a six or seven-year-old child, how utterly shameless!”

“Since no one has disciplined you before, then let me teach you a lesson!”

With an indifferent expression, Lu Changsheng gazed down from above at Lu Miaoyang sprawled on the ground, rebuking him coldly.

Lu Miaoyang was completely stunned by Lu Changsheng’s slaps.

He never could have anticipated that Lu Changsheng would disrespect him like this and actually strike him.

If it weren’t for the burning pain on his face and body, he would have thought himself to be dreaming.

At this moment, a mix of unspeakable humiliation, frustration, and rage surged up, leaving his body trembling.

His eyes became bloodshot, and with a shaky voice, he roared, “Lu Changsheng, you… you… I’m going to kill you!”

As his words fell, a golden Flying Sword appeared, streaking through the air like a rainbow, its Sword Qi flickering, hurtling towards Lu Changsheng.

“Young Master Yang, no, don’t do it!”

The steward, in a panic, shouted when he saw this.

As he spoke, Spiritual Power surged, casting a Water Shield Art to intercept the golden Flying Sword.

But his cultivation was at the merely at the Fourth Level of Energy Refinement.

The hastily cast Water Shield Art stood no chance against the sharpness of the Flying Sword, and it shattered in the blink of an eye.

“Clang!”

At the same moment, in a split second, Lu Changsheng slapped his Storage Bag, and his Green-Face Sword, gleaming like a flash of light, unsheathed to clash with the golden Flying Sword, sparks flying everywhere, ringing with a metallic clang.

“Kill me?”

“My Flying Sword is not less sharp either!”

Lu Changsheng, maneuvering his Flying Sword, did not want to reveal his true Cultivation Level; he took out a stack of Talismans from his hand and said with a cold stare at Lu Miaoyang.

“Please, Young Master Changsheng, calm your anger!”

Seeing this, the steward shouted anxiously, fearing Lu Changsheng might start another round of violence.

Lu Miaoyang was already injured.

With so many Talismans in Lu Changsheng’s hands.

If the two truly fought, Lu Miaoyang would stand no chance.

And considering Lu Changsheng’s immediate slapping of Lu Miaoyang upon arrival, it was clear he was not as good-tempered or gentle as the rumors suggested.

Today’s visit was not about reconciliation but rather to seek a vendetta.

If a fight did breakout, without restraint, it could indeed end in death.

No matter what, if the two started fighting and the situation escalated, the consequences would be dire.

The steward could not bear such responsibility.

Seeing the stack of Talismans in Lu Changsheng’s hand, a look of fear and envy appeared in Lu Miaoyang’s eyes.

A thought of retreating grew within him.

But the pain on his face.

The anger of being humiliated in such a manner.

The suffocation and shame in his heart made his mind frantic.

Lu Miaoyang, as a direct descendant of the Lu family, had always had his way.

When his parents were alive, he was taken care of by them.

Even after the death of his parents, he was protected by their inheritance.

And now, to be insulted and slapped like a dog by a son-in-law of peasant origin.

If word of this got out, not only would he lose all face, but he would also become a laughingstock within the Lu family.

“Lu Changsheng, just try to kill me!” bellowed Lu Miaoyang, his eyes bloodshot and his neck rigid with fury.

“Swoosh!”

In an instant, a rush of air sliced through the silence.

The Green-Face Sword, like flowing waters of Qiushui, its golden aura streaming, Sword Qi swirling, aimed at Lu Miaoyang.

The sword’s tip rested on Lu Miaoyang’s neck.

Yet, under the edge of the Sword Qi, a long, bloody gash had already appeared on Lu Miaoyang’s neck, with blood beginning to flow.