The Endless Promise

29. An Inexplicable Strength

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"Seize him and beat him!" Zhang Cheng ordered, his voice sharp with disdain...

"Ei?!" Luoyin raised a brow, lifting a lazy hand. "Older brother, were you always this shameless? You need a group to fight someone at my level?"

"Hmph! I can beat you with one hand, but that will soil my hands! You must answer for yesterday!" Zhang Cheng raged.

"Was your conscience eaten by a dog?" Luoyin lifted a brow. "Calamity won't befall virtuous'. You were shameless enough to challenge a junior, so I can't be blamed for stopping you."

"Seize this idiot!!" Zhang Cheng thundered and one of the disciples sprang forward, his fist aimed at Luoyin's chest.

Luoyin smirked. "Hao. Permit me to discipline your dogs for you."

Before the approaching disciple could react, a foot struck his face, and his body twisted in mid-air before he crashed onto the ground, rolling as he clutched his nose in agony.

"Wh- What happened?!" Another disciple stammered, staring in disbelief.

"It's a trick! Don't fall for it - attack him together!" Another barked, and the group rushed forward, weapons drawn.

"It's all a trick! Let's go! He won't be reassured if we attack him at once!" Another said, and they all leapt at Luoyin.

"Hmph." With a single step, Luoyin's figure blurred, and he was suddenly right in their midst!

Before they could react, they found themselves in chaos - fists, elbows, knees, and feet striking from all directions, in a precise, brutal, and ruthless attack!

Zhang Cheng's eyes widened as his disciples fell one by one, each groaning in agony and rolling on the ground, as Luoyin effortlessly weaved through them, using purely physical combat.

'How is this possible?!' Zhang Cheng took an involuntary step back, cold sweat forming on his brow.

But after Luoyin sent the last one flying, he leapt away, returning to his place just outside the gate.

"You trash! What magic are you using?! You shouldn't even be able to touch them!" Cheng stared at the writhing disciples in disbelief.

They were a much lower level than him, but had had no problem handling Luoyin in the past!

Luoyin glared at them, his brows nearly meeting in the middle. "Still here? Hmm?"

The disciples swiftly picked themselves and ran or limped away before Zhang Cheng could say anything.

"Zhang Luoyin!!!!" He turned on Luoyin, who simply smirked.

"Older brother, I know the real reason you won't come near me." He held up a small urn. "Did you really hate 'letting go of your worries' that much? Come on, come closer... It's only two days in the outhouse!" He taunted.

"You bastard!"

Luoyin let out a gasp, his features the mirror of surprise. "Older brother, what are you saying?! How can the former concubine's son call someone else a bastard?! Do you want people to recall your original identity?!"

Zhang Cheng nearly spat blood with fury, and his sword appeared, already covered in an angry purple aura. "I'll kill you!" He said, and with a swing of his sword, he sent a powerful wave of qi at Luoyin.

But Luoyin did not flinch in the slightest as the reflection grew bigger in his irises, and he smirked when the wave hit an unseen barrier, mere inches from his face.

The qi strained against the barrier for a few seconds, but finally shattered and dissipated.

Luoyin yawned. "Since I know you and your mother exist, won't I fortify my own home?"