Strongest War Emperor

However, just as the weaselly little man reached out, Shen Lang pulled back the hand holding the bag, and the man grabbed nothing but air.

"We’ve had our share of dealings. Perhaps you still remember something I used to say often?" Shen Lang said ominously, the coldness in his eyes sending a chill down the weaselly little man’s spine.

"Wh-What did you say?" The little man subconsciously took a step back.

When they were younger, Shen Lang had been notorious for fighting with reckless abandon. If not for their superior numbers, most people wouldn’t have dared to provoke him.

Shen Lang let out a sinister chuckle. "I once said something. You could hit me, you could insult me, and I wouldn’t care all that much. But insulting my parents is a different story... I wonder if you remember that?"

"Fuck you! I’ll slap you to death..." The leader’s face was venomous. He cursed and swung a slap at Shen Lang.

Shen Lang’s hand shot out like a bolt of lightning, clamping down on the lead servant’s wrist. A flash of light erupted from the point of contact, briefly illuminating the dim night sky.

The leader screamed, his entire body paralyzed and unable to move.

But it wasn’t over. Shen Lang squeezed his fingers, and the horrifying sound of shattering bones—KRAK KRAK—came from the lead servant’s wrist...

Shen Lang had crushed his wrist completely!

"Kill him!" The other three, who had just retreated two steps in fear, roared upon seeing the scene, simultaneously drawing their longswords and lunging at Shen Lang.

Shen Lang stood his ground, watching them with cold eyes. To him, the movements of these servants, who were merely at the Fourth and Fifth Heaven of the Martial Power Realm, were painfully slow.

They had no speed, no power.

Nor did they possess any Sword Techniques or Martial Techniques worth a second glance.

"Today, none of you will escape," he said lightly.

With a flick of his finger, Shen Lang deflected the first sword thrust. He then kicked the leader in the abdomen, sending the man flying as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

At the same moment the man was sent flying, Shen Lang’s figure suddenly spun like a whirlwind. As his robes danced, the three men on the field felt their vision blur. A powerful force pulled at them, causing their longswords to change trajectory.

Then, they felt a sharp pain in their chests. Shen Lang, whom they had surrounded, had inexplicably appeared outside their encirclement. All three of their longswords were now buried in the chest of one of their own, forming a triangle.

"Ah!" The three screamed in unison, dropping their longswords and pulling back.

A figure flashed, and Shen Lang was suddenly standing beside the weaselly man. The man’s blood ran cold. Just as he was about to move, he saw Shen Lang’s right hand reach out, grasp the hilt of the longsword embedded in his chest, and yank it out fiercely.

A spray of blood shot out, accompanied by the man’s inhuman scream. At that same instant, Shen Lang stomped his right foot on the ground, longsword in hand, and launched himself into the air.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! He spun with exceptional grace in mid-air. The longsword danced, leaving a trail of brilliant light, its speed like lightning. As Sword Qi crisscrossed through the air, six arms were flung high into the sky.

The weaselly little man felt another surge of excruciating pain and saw that both his arms had been neatly severed at the shoulders. Two jets of blood spurted out.

’Those are our arms up there...’ The thought flashed through his mind. Then, a bone-deep agony swept through his entire body. The little man’s vision went black, and he fell backward, unconscious.

While these three fainted from the pain of their severed arms, the leader, who had only managed a couple of screams, was so terrified by the sight that his soul nearly left his body. Forgetting the pain of his crushed wrist, he scrambled and crawled towards the Shen Family Mansion.

’This kid isn’t human, he’s a demon... If I can just make it inside, I’ll have a chance to live!’

WHOOSH!

The sound of something slicing through the air echoed as a longsword, trailing a streak of light, pierced the man’s back and buried itself to the hilt.

The immense force behind the longsword lifted the man off his feet and sent him flying, pinning him to a large tree at the entrance of the Shen Family Mansion with a solid THUNK.

"Guh... guh..." Blood continuously welled up in the man’s mouth, and he could only make muffled, gurgling sounds.

He struggled to turn his head. His entire world seemed to darken, and everything he saw slowed down. He watched Shen Lang walk slowly past him, then turn his head slightly to give him a cold, sidelong glance.

Those eyes were as deep as the sea, as if they stared out from Hell itself... It was the last thing he ever saw.

Then, overwhelming darkness descended. The man’s head slumped to one side, and he died.

Even in death, he couldn’t understand how the good-for-nothing who had been bullied since childhood had become so powerful—so powerful that they were completely unable to resist him...

Moreover, his methods were so ruthless, so clean and decisive.

The Shen Family was, after all, one of the Four Great Families of Celestial Phoenix City. Naturally, there weren’t just a few servants at their gate.

However, upon seeing Shen Lang slaughter those servants like a God of Slaughter and then calmly walk over as if nothing had happened, everyone—servants and Guards alike—scattered in an instant.

It was too terrifying. No one had ever dared to kill someone at the Shen Family’s gate.

Let alone kill so many people!

Furthermore, they had never seen anyone kill with such clean, elegant composure... a composure so profound it almost made murder look like an art form.

Those ice-cold eyes, devoid of any human emotion, seemed to gaze out from the Nine Netherworld Prison. A single glance was enough to shatter one’s courage and leave them numb with fear...

This scene was destined to spread through the Shen Family like wildfire.

"The Shen Family... a storm is coming..."

Of course, Shen Lang couldn’t care less what these people felt or thought. He entered the Shen Family Mansion and quickened his pace toward his own home.

He hadn’t seen his parents in months and missed them dearly.

However, while he didn’t want to stir up trouble, trouble always seemed to find him. The peace of mind he had just regained was shattered once more.

Under the large tree by his home’s entrance, the maidservant Xiaohong was being harassed by someone, a basket of vegetables in her hand as she pleaded with him.

"Housekeeper Feng, please let me pass! I have to go back and cook for the Master and Madam!" Xiaohong kept her head low and tried to walk past several times, but Housekeeper Feng blocked her each time.

This Housekeeper Feng had a thin mustache and looked to be in his thirties. He was currently holding Xiaohong’s free right hand, stroking it incessantly as he spoke. "What’s the rush? They won’t starve if you go back a little later... Xiaohong, have you thought about what I told you last time? Give yourself to me. If you agree, I’ll protect you. I’ll let you live a life of luxury. Isn’t that better than being a maidservant...?"

"You..." Xiaohong yanked her hand from his clutches, her face flushing red. "Housekeeper Feng, please have some self-respect! I’m not interested in your offer. I am the Madam’s maidservant. She treats me like her own daughter. I could never leave her and the Master. You should just give up on that idea! If you don’t get out of my way, I’m going to scream for help!"

"Scream for help? Go on, try it! You can scream your lungs out and no one will hear you!" Seeing that he wasn’t getting his way, Housekeeper Feng’s expression turned vicious. He shoved her, sending Xiaohong tumbling to the ground. The vegetables in her basket scattered everywhere.

"You shameless bitch! Their family is finished, don’t you get it? What status do they have left in the Shen Family? Why is a little tramp like you so stubbornly sticking around? What are you hoping to gain?" As Housekeeper Feng cursed, still not satisfied, he stomped on a melon on the ground, crushing it to a pulp.

Tears streamed down Xiaohong’s face as she got up and started picking up the scattered items, biting her lip and saying nothing.

This infuriated Housekeeper Feng even more. He raised his foot, about to stomp on Xiaohong’s head, when suddenly...

A hand reached out from behind and grabbed his shoulder, preventing him from leaning forward at all.

"Who?! Who the fuck dares to meddle in my business?" Housekeeper Feng barked, turning his head.

The moment he turned, he saw a huge palm grow larger and larger as it flew toward his face!

SMACK!

With a crisp sound, Housekeeper Feng felt a massive force hit him. He spun a full 360 degrees on the spot like a top before collapsing to the ground, his head cracking against a stone and starting to bleed.

"Ah! Which son of a bitch dares to hit Uncle Feng! I’ll tear you limb from limb!" Although Housekeeper Feng’s Cultivation wasn’t high, he had at least practiced Martial Arts. He slapped a palm on the ground and shot up like a spring.

But as soon as he turned, another palm came flying at him, growing larger and larger. It was so fast he had no chance to dodge.

SMACK!

This time was slightly different. Instead of spinning like a top, Housekeeper Feng was sent flying by the slap, slamming flat against the courtyard wall and getting up close and personal with it.

Housekeeper Feng was about to go insane with rage. Here in the Shen Family, aside from the Clan Leader and the Elders, even the young masters of the various branches treated him with respect. Where did this bastard come from, daring to strike him repeatedly?!

Most importantly, despite being hit several times, he still hadn’t gotten a clear look at his attacker’s face!

It was driving him mad!

"Young Master! Young Master, is that you?" Xiaohong cried out in surprise.

’Young Master?’ Housekeeper Feng froze. ’Who else would Xiaohong call Young Master besides that good-for-nothing Shen Lang?’

’Did that good-for-nothing just hit me?’ 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

’That makes no sense. How is that possible...?’

’If it really is that good-for-nothing, I’ll slice him into a thousand pieces!’