Translator: Silavin An Huacheng was not the first person to say that word to Zhao Ritian, the first was at the Alchemy World Summit. It was that same person who had crushed his pride… “Brother Zhao… I was wrong, I failed to recognize Mount Tai just now…” After being slapped and grabbed by the collar, An Huacheng did not dare show even a hint of displeasure on his face, he just kept apologising to Zhao Ritian. The guards at the side did not dare to step forward at this moment. After all, this was Zhao Ritian! How would dare to stop him!? Bang! Zhao Ritian grabbed An Huacheng and directly pressed him against the main gate. He grabbed the latter’s head and violently made it have an intimate encounter with the hard gate. “I told you to say it again!” “Brother Zhao… Big Brother Zhao… I was wrong, I was really wrong!” At this moment, An Huacheng was nearly in tears. At his own doorstep, he had casually mocked a youth from a low tier city, who knew there would be a Zhao Ritian behind him? Let him say it again? How would he have the courage to!? He would rather die than say it again! Bang! Bang! Bang! With each shout from Zhao Ritian, he would smash An Huaming’s head against the gate. However, with the latter’s cultivation, he would not typically get hurt if he wanted to protect himself. In fact, since Zhao Ritian was not using Spiritual Energy, if he rashly fought back, he would be able to break free. However, did An Huacheng have the courage to do so? The commotion at the An Family Residence’s front gate was discovered by others. Seeing the An Family’s Young Master, An Huacheng, being beaten severely in front of his own home, it was only natural for many people to quietly gather and watch from afar. “Ahhh… It’s Zhao Ritian!” “Damn, did An Huacheng’s brain break? Is Zhao Ritian fixing it for him?” “Don’t know, but it must be something like that. Otherwise, why would he provoke Zhao Ritian of all people?” “Haven’t seen Zhao Ritian for several years now. Now that he has appeared again, it looks like the younger generation of the Millennial Families in this city will have to start being careful again.” When they saw who was taking action, the shock in everyone’s eyes gradually dispersed, and various discussions spread. Zhao Ritian disciplining the younger generation of other Millennial Families was not that rare. It had already happened quite a number of times in Central Province City. Before Zhao Ritian entered the Alchemy Tower, such things were actually a common occurrence in the city. “Damn your Ancestors. I told you to say it again, you can’t hear me? Are you deaf!? Huh!?” Zhao Ritian’s cursing was completely unmasked, and got increasingly harsh. It made many onlookers sigh in their hearts. Zhao Ritian, who could curse for an hour without repeating himself, was back… “Nephew Zhao, please show mercy!” Just as An Huacheng was being beaten senseless, a shout finally came from within the An Family Residence. Hearing this shout, everyone followed the sound and turned their gazes, finally stopping on an elderly-looking man walking out from the An Family Residence. Immediately, the expressions of the onlookers changed. After all, it was the An Family Patriarch… An Cangye! At this moment, An Cangye was extremely depressed. After all, they expected Qin Yichen to come seeking death. Yet, why was it that he came with Zhao Ritian, who was now disciplining his Grandson? His own Family member was being humiliated like this at their own doorstep, with so many people watching. Yet, An Cangye could only show a bitter smile. After all, the one who did this was Zhao Ritian. The power behind him, whether it was the Zhao Family or the Alchemy Tower, were both Forces that the An Family could not afford to offend. Although they were all among the Eight Millennial Families, only the Zhao Family and Huyan Family were truly Ancient Families that had been standing for millions of years. When they were dominating the Central Province, the An Family and the other Six Great Families were still just insignificant Forces. If it were normal times, An Cangye would really pretend not to see it, after all, Zhao Ritian’s vulgar words need not care about one’s status. However, this was happening at his own doorstep, and moreover, their An Family still had an important matter to resolve, which was Qin Yichen. “Old fossil, who the hell is your Nephew? Have you no shame?” Zhao Ritian glanced at An Cangye, casually threw An Huacheng to the ground, and before the latter could struggle, he directly stepped on his chest, making An Huacheng extremely uncomfortable. Calling Zhao Ritian ‘Nephew’ was already lowering his own generation. However, Zhao Ritian still seized on this point to curse at him, which made An Cangye’s old face flush red and blue. “Where is Miaohan? Hand her over, now!” Seeing An Cangye, Qin Yichen also knew that the latter must be the person in charge of the An Family. He immediately stepped forward and directly questioned. “So you’re Qin Yichen?” An Cangye looked at Qin Yichen and coldly snorted, saying. “Daring to oppose my An Family, I thought you had three heads and six arms, but looking at you now, you’re nothing but a youngster.” Puh! As soon as An Cangye’s words fell, An Huacheng under Zhao Ritian’s foot spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The reason was none other than An Cangye’s words seemed familiar, as if he had said similar things to Qin Yichen before. At this moment, An Huacheng’s heart was nearly breaking down. [Big Brother, you can’t play like this! I’ve been quiet for so long, shouldn’t you be tired of beating me? I’m finally able to lie on the ground. I’ve even pretended to be unconscious, but what happens? For no reason at all, I still got caught in the crossfire while lying down!] Swoosh! Before An Huacheng’s thoughts could settle, suddenly a chilling sensation arose from the bottom of his heart. When he opened his eyes to look, he found a Spirit Sword floating in front of him, the sharp Sword Qi made his skin feel a cold chill. “My bloody shit!” Two streams of tears finally could not help but fall from An Huacheng’s cheeks. [Just who have I provoked?] “Hand over Miaohan immediately!” Looking at An Cangye, Qin Yichen showed no fear as he spoke in an ice-cold voice. “Kid, are you threatening me!?” An Cangye’s face was now completely dark. Swoosh! Qin Yichen moved his thoughts, and the Spirit Sword suddenly slashed across An Huacheng’s arm. As the sword passed, the arm was severed! An arm, carrying bright red blood, fell in front of the An Family’s main gate. The sudden pain of losing an arm made An Huacheng’s face suddenly contort, and the piercing scream containing undisguisable agony transmitted loudly from his mouth. It made the watching crowd feel a chill in their hearts. “What a ruthless youth!” Treating An Huacheng like this in front of the An Family Patriarch really made others feel like they were in a dream. After all, there was only one Zhao Ritian. For an unknown youth to dare act so unrestrained in front of a Patriarch of the Eight Millennial Families – how many years had it been since such a thing had happened? “Hand over Miaohan!” The Spirit Sword moved again, floating once more in front of An Huacheng.