My wife is a reborn big boss

Chapter 148 Is it fun to bully weaker opponents? Of course it is!

Inside the Ye Family Manor at Tingyu Pavilion, Lin Feng, the one-armed swordsman, pulled his long sword from a corpse and asked, "Are there any survivors?"

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A subordinate carefully walked around the corpses and respectfully said, "Young Master, apart from Ye Youdao and his daughter Ye Yunxin, the rest of the Ye family are here."

"Ye Yunxin..." Lin Feng sighed softly, then coldly ordered, "Notify all the elders to have their disciples assemble in the plaza. Once the clan heads have dealt with Long Aoyu, we'll set off immediately and raze the Senluo Palace to the ground!"

"Yes!" The subordinate bowed, walked around the corpses scattered on the ground, and hurried to inform the elders who remained behind.

"Han Chen..." Lin Feng glanced at his empty left sleeve and said quietly, "The people of the Senluo Palace must all die."

Three-quarters of an hour later, in the training ground of Tingyu Pavilion, the disciples gathered together, quietly waiting for the elders to speak.

Raymond Lam spoke first: "Tonight we march forth, leaving not a blade of grass standing!"

The scene was very quiet, and everyone was waiting for him to say what he would say next.

after awhile.

An elder, who was about to die, asked, "And then?"

Lin Feng smiled slightly, about to speak.

suddenly!

With a whoosh!

A ball flew over!

Lin Feng caught the ball with one hand in a flash.

It feels a bit sticky.

He looked down.

Oh, it's a head.

Huh? Brain!

Lin Feng's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "Enemy attack! Disciples, be on alert!"

Although the disciples did not understand why, they still obediently turned around to be on guard.

After a while, nothing happened.

The two disciples standing on the outer edge were talking in hushed tones.

Disciple Number One: "If we're standing so far out, and someone manages to break in, won't we be the first ones to get hurt?"

"How could that be? The guys who dared to attack our Listening Rain Pavilion must be experts. They can fly around everywhere. We're actually the safest if we stand on the outermost edge." Disciple Number Two smiled smugly.

"But..." Disciple Number One still frowned and hesitated.

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean'?" Disciple Number Two sneered. "This gate is so heavy, do you think the experts would just fly in from above or kick it open?"

Bang!

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door suddenly spun inward and flew off, passing right over the second disciple!

So disciple number one saw that number two, who had just been chatting with him, was now lying on the ground with only half of his body remaining.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

He suffered a mental breakdown.

"Huh?" Wu Qiong retracted the long leg that had kicked the door, and looked at the young man in front of him, who was crying uncontrollably. "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"I...I...I..." Looking at the brutal young man in the blue robe in front of him, Disciple Number One's teeth chattered, and he couldn't utter a sound after stammering "I" for a long time.

"Sigh." Wu Qiong shook his head and sighed. If even a fool can be taken as a disciple, then Tingyu Pavilion is doomed to perish sooner or later, even if it doesn't collapse today.

So he said in a gentle tone, "I'll ask you two questions. If you agree, nod; if you disagree, shake your head, okay?"

Disciple Number One nodded frantically.

"Okay." Wu Qiong patted him on the shoulder. "Then the second question is, are you a disciple of Tingyu Pavilion?"

Disciple Number One looked down at his Tingyu Pavilion uniform, then glanced around at his fellow disciples dressed similarly, opened his mouth but said nothing.

He thought this expert might have some mental issues.

Perhaps this is why he looks so young yet possesses such great strength? Is it because he's somewhat simple-minded, allowing him to focus solely on cultivation?

Wu Qiong understood his look, so he smiled slightly and slapped him away.

Disciple Number One spun 1008 degrees in the air and then died instantly.

Wu Qiong glanced at his disciples, who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and exclaimed in surprise, "You actually lay in ambush here all along? Could it be that you have spies in the Senluo Palace?"

"Brother Wu, stop joking. Tingyu Pavilion only sent five people to Senluo Palace, and now... it's just me." Murong Shengxue stepped into the room from behind him, looking at his former fellow disciples in front of him, his expression somewhat complicated.

Lin Feng's eyes were sharp, but among all his enemies, his eyes were fixed on Murong Shengxue.

"Han Chen, you actually dare to come back!" Lin Feng said through gritted teeth.

Murong Shengxue ignored him and instead introduced the people standing on the stage to Wu Qiong one by one: "This one shouting is Lin Feng, he is the only son of Lin Fan, the head of the Lin family, and the one next to him is..."

"No need to say anything more." Wu Qiong waved his hand to interrupt him: "We're all going to die soon anyway, there's no need to introduce everyone."

The main problem is that choosing a name is very troublesome.

The elder beside Lin Feng, who was on the verge of death, changed his expression drastically upon seeing Wu Qiong: "Wu Qiong! How could you be here!"

The reason he knew what Wu Qiong looked like was because when they decided to ambush Wu Qiong, the elder of Tingyu Pavilion drew lots. He was lucky enough not to draw the best lot for ambush, but now it seems like the worst lot.

By then, Wu Qiong's portrait had already been examined countless times by the elders of Tingyu Pavilion.

"Amitabha," Master Xuanji said, "Let's stop wasting time talking to them, Young Hero Wu. To avoid any unforeseen complications, let's get started now."

The elder who was about to die changed his expression and said solemnly, "Has Shaolin Temple also gotten involved?"

"This benefactor has guessed wrong," Master Xuanji said calmly. "This old monk is the National Preceptor of the Western Regions, and I have never been to Shaolin Temple or anything like that."

The elder silently turned his head to look at Xuanhua and Jiese beside him.

"By the Eternal Heaven, this humble monk comes from the Great Snow Mountain." Master Xuanhua smiled slightly, pointing at Jie Se as he continued, "This valiant man is merely a highwayman outside Qizhou City. This humble monk cannot bear to see him continue to commit wrongdoings, so I intend to take him back to the Great Snow Mountain to cultivate in seclusion. It just so happens that he is already bald, which will save this humble monk the trouble of shaving his head."

Seeing the Shaolin Temple-style monk robes on the three men, everyone from Tingyu Pavilion remained silent.

The elder, who was about to die after an incense stick had burned, pointed at Master Zixu and said, "Don't tell me he's not a Taoist either."

Master Zixu smiled calmly: "I prefer to be called a storyteller."

Master Zi Chong grinned: "Me too."

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"..." The elder who was about to die glared at him after saying this and said, "Are you kidding me?"

"Bang!"

Master Zixu had already appeared beside him and smashed his head with a punch: "You talk too much nonsense."

Sorry, he didn't even finish his last sentence.

"Alright, someone go and install the door. The following scene is too bloody and not suitable for children," Wu Qiong asked.

"Brother Wu," Ye Qingxuan frowned slightly, "they are completely powerless to fight back. Wouldn't it be a bad idea for us to do this?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Qiong laughed and said, "Brother Dao, if there were a fellow who was not as strong as you, but who almost killed you, kneeling before you begging you to spare him, would you do it?"

Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment and said, "I will cripple his kung fu, break his limbs, and then release him."

"I didn't expect you to be so cruel, Brother Dao." Wu Qiong shook his head and said, "When you were in your sect, did you ever see the look in the eyes of disciples who couldn't beat you but were filled with resentment?"

"I've seen it." Ye Qingxuan asked curiously, "What does that have to do with anything?"

Wu Qiong: "So, are you secretly pleased?"

Ye Qingxuan: "...A little."

"That settles it then," Wu Qiong laughed. "Stomping on weaker opponents is definitely the most damn fun thing ever!"

The camera zooms out, revealing screams echoing throughout the Listening Rain Pavilion before quickly subsiding.

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