One-click Cultivation System

Su Lang mockingly crossed his arms. "You know what, I'm arrogant because I'm a Martial Mortal. Just wait, I'll beat you by your pigtail."    

"You slut, I'll kill you!"    

Yang Shi was so angry that he was fuming, and his face was twisted. He turned around and roared, "What are you still standing there for? All of you, go!"    

"Yes!"    

The four Initial Martial Mortals immediately surrounded Su Lang.    

The old master had ordered them and Yang Shi to not get in unnecessary trouble.    

However, now that Yang Shi was literally being humiliated to death, how could they stand by and watch?    

Since they were outside the city, they decided to discreetly take care of Su Lang. Even if they ended up killing him, the Yang family would just suppress the matter.    

"Humph! Are you scared?"    

Yang Shi looked at Su Lang with a sneer. "If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, I can consider sparing your life."    

"Kneel down!"    

"Our young master is not someone you can mess with!"    

"Kneel down quickly, otherwise don't blame us for being ruthless!"    

"Quick, kneel down!"    

The four guards looked at Su Lang with disdain. It was four against one battle; there was no suspense about the outcome.    

"Sigh. It's your misfortune that you ended up provoking me."    

Su Lang sneered and pulled out the Tang Blade.    

The sunlight shone on the blade, reflecting a bloody cold light.    

Yang Shi and the four guards felt something was wrong and shivered at the same time.    

"Hurry up, what are you afraid of?"    

"I'll give you three seconds to finish him off!"    

Yang Shi shouted, clenching his teeth.    

"Kill him!"    

The four guards roared and pulled out their swords to attack Su Lang.    

"I can't believe I was scared of this kind of trash for even a second. It's really..."    

Yang Shi sighed as he watched multiple sword slashes surrounding Su Lang, leaving him with no room to dodge.    

Within seconds, he would be grievously injured and would no longer have control over his own life.    

Yang Shi could already imagine Su Lang being beaten like a dog. Borken and injured, left at his mercy.    

Imagining a bloody and battered Su Lang begging him for mercy filled him with goosebumps, and a cruel smile formed on his lips.    

However, the very next second, his face and that smile froze.    

An incredible scene reflected off his pupils. A saber with lightning dragons coiling around it slashed out, and four figures were thrown into the sir.    

Bang, bang, bang, bang!    

The four martial artists landed on the ground in different positions, letting out miserable cries.    

One second—no, it was one second and one saber.    

That's all it took to defeat Yang Shi's four guards. All that was left of them was a weeping mess on the verge of death.    

"How could this be? Am I dreaming?"    

Yang Shi murmured in disbelief. It was indeed a battle that lacked suspense, but that was true only for Su Lang. Yang Shi, on the other hand, experienced quite the mindfuck.    

"Am I dreaming? Then what is this feeling of dread!"    

Su Lang sneered and took a step forward. He arrived in front of Yang Shi like a gust of wind. He raised his hand and slapped Yang Shi.    

Slap!    

Despite being Quasi Martial Cultivator, Yang Shi could not even see Su Lang's movements. He spun and flew away.    

"Ah!!!"    

"It hurts! My face! My face!"    

Yang Shi fell face-first on the ground. The intense pain made him instinctively cover his face and scream.    

Right now, half of Yang Shi's face was swollen, and he was bleeding from his nose, ears, and mouth.    

All this when Su Lang didn't even slap him that hard.    

Had Su Lang used his Advance Martial Mortal realm+ combat strength, bits of Yang Shi's head would've been flying everywhere.    

"Aaaah! It hurts! Blood... I'm bleeding! "    

Yang Shi touched his own blood and was so frightened that he began crying.    

"Trash! I haven't even gotten serious yet!"    

Su Lang sneered and slowly walked towards Yang Shi.    

"No, don't come over!"    

"Go away! Go away, you devil!"    

"Ah! I don't want to die!"    

Su Lang's footsteps were like death tolls for Yang Shi. With every step, his heart beat faster; he feared that he would die from his heart bursting before Su Lang could even hurt him.    

"Did we not agree on torturing the loser till death?"    

Su Lang walked in front of Yang Shi. The tip of his foot was only a few centimeters away from Yang Shi's face.    

"No! I beg you to give me another chance. I won't dare do something like that again!"    

"I know I was wrong. Lord Su, please let me go."    

Su Lang smirked. "Showing a bit of mercy isn't completely off the table. Let's see if you can afford my mercy."    

To have four Initial Martial Mortals as guards, the Yang Family must be extremely wealthy. So, refusing a fat sheep, like Yang Shi, was hard for the dirt poor Su Lang.