Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Chapter 732: Mr. Qin, don't push me!

"He Yiming?"

Qin Heng's eyes narrowed slightly. "What did you just say?" he asked indifferently. "Say it again."

"Shut your mouth! The audacity!" Mr. Zheng, still on the ground, roared furiously, pointing at Qin Heng. "You little whelp," he hissed, "what do you think you are, daring to speak to..."

"Silence!" He Yiming glared at Mr. Zheng, then turned to Qin Heng. "Mr. Qin, Mr. Zheng is my bodyguard, after all. Please, for my sake, let him go."

A sharp SLAP! echoed.

Qin Heng had struck He Yiming across the face. He Yiming's vision blackened, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and his left cheek swelled alarmingly. In an instant, he looked utterly disheveled.

"What are you doing?! You dare strike Young Master He Yiming? You must be courting death!"

He Kunhong rushed forward, putting on a show of loyalty. He positioned himself in front of He Yiming, glared at Qin Heng, and declared, "You won't harm Young Master He Yiming again today, not unless you step over my dead body!"

"Qin... Qin Heng! That's He Yiming you're dealing with!" Wen Suya was half-dead with fright from Qin Heng's sudden action. "How could you hit him? How *dare* you hit him?!"

She was well aware of who He Yiming was: a major figure in Beijing, capable of commanding the wind and rain. His arrival in Changping City was like that of a Divine Dragon crossing the river—unstoppable! Yet Qin Heng had actually dared to slap him, to slap such a prominent figure! It was madness, sheer madness! Even if you were a Martial Artist, even if you were an Innate Grandmaster, so what? Could you possibly contend with the He Family? The entire nation stood behind the He Family! Impossible! An individual's strength could never compete with that of a nation!

"Get out of the way!" He Yiming stood up, yanking He Kunhong aside. Fury blazed in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on Qin Heng. Clenching his teeth, he said, "Mr. Qin, don't push me. The He Family of today is not the He Family of the past. Even as an Innate Grandmaster, you cannot act so recklessly. Release my bodyguard immediately!"

CRUNCH!

With a single stomp, Qin Heng crushed Mr. Zheng's head. One moment, the half-step Innate Martial Artist was waiting for He Yiming to save him; the next, his head was smashed like a watermelon under Qin Heng's foot.

Blood gushed out, a grotesque mixture of red and white brain matter, filling the air with an overwhelmingly metallic stench. Wen Suya turned deathly pale, clutching her chest and retching, nearly fainting from the horror.

"You... you?!" He Yiming's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at Qin Heng with a mixture of shock and incandescent rage. "You actually dared to kill him?!" he roared. "He's my bodyguard, and you dared to kill him! Fine! Fine! Mr. Qin, you will pay for this—"

SLAP!

Another slap from Qin Heng cut He Yiming off. "Pay for what?" Qin Heng asked coolly. "Once my dog, always my dog. Do you have any idea what an honor it is to be my dog?"

BANG!

He Yiming crashed to the ground. His hands clawed at the earth, drawing blood, while blood streamed continuously from his mouth. He trembled with uncontrollable rage. "Qin Heng!" he bellowed. "How dare you! Who gave you the audacity to treat me this way? To strike me? Don't you realize the Myth Organization has begun to step into the light, to truly govern the world of Transcendents?!"

BANG!

Qin Heng kicked He Yiming squarely in the stomach. The force sent him flying into the edge of a distant flowerbed. He Yiming vomited mouthfuls of blood, his body twitching, on the verge of convulsing from the agonizing pain, nearly losing consciousness.

"Do you know why the Myth Organization grew stronger? Do you know who is responsible?" Qin Heng sneered. "He Yiming, it seems you don't want to be my dog. And the He Family apparently feels the same way? No problem. Tomorrow, I'll return to Beijing and eliminate the He Family!"

Listening to Qin Heng's casual, indifferent tone, He Yiming felt his entire body turn ice-cold, as if plunged into a frozen abyss. A bone-deep chill filled his heart. His intuition screamed that Qin Heng wasn't bluffing, nor was he merely trying to scare him!

"How dare you... How dare you! I am from the He Family of Beijing! We have three Innate Grandmasters protecting us! You... you can't possibly do it!" He Yiming clung to his last sliver of hope, desperately reminding Qin Heng of the He Family's might.

"Three Innates?" Qin Heng paused, then chuckled. "Just three little ants. What could they possibly do?"

"Little ants?"

Just then, a voice laced with suppressed anger suddenly boomed from the sky. It was followed by the sound of tearing air as a powerful gust of wind swept through, kicking up a storm of dust and stones.

A few seconds later, a relatively thin middle-aged man, just over 1.7 meters tall, appeared in the sky. He hovered seven or eight meters above Qin Heng and the others.

Rapid flight! Hovering in mid-air! This was a true Innate Grandmaster, a genuine Innate powerhouse! Wen Suya recalled descriptions she had read before; this was clearly a supreme expert who had truly stepped through the Heavenly Gate and connected with the heavens and earth, an Innate Grandmaster-level powerhouse! So, He Yiming really did have an Innate Grandmaster by his side!

Wen Suya despaired. She slumped to the ground, murmuring, "It's over... It's all over..."

"Mr. Yun! Mr. Yun, save me!" He Yiming waved frantically, shouting, "This is great! I didn't expect you to be here, Mr. Yun! I'm saved! I was almost killed!"

"Rest assured, Young Master Yiming," Mr. Yun said, his voice filled with confidence. He looked down at Qin Heng with a sneer. "I was protecting you from the shadows. With me here, no one can kill you. Young man, Young Master Yiming is an ordinary person. What kind of man attacks someone like him?"

"Then how about I take action against you?" Qin Heng's voice seemed to drift on the wind, its origin untraceable, yet it instantly reached the ears of both Mr. Yun and He Yiming.

"Not good!" Mr. Yun tensed, instantly on alert.

But in that very moment, he felt a sudden heaviness on his right side. He saw that Qin Heng had somehow appeared beside him. Qin Heng extended a single finger, lightly tapping the center of Mr. Yun's back.

RIP!

The sound was like flesh tearing. Qin Heng's finger pierced straight through Mr. Yun's back. Then, with a flick, he shattered Mr. Yun's heart into fragments.

Immediately after, Qin Heng's Mana erupted. It utterly destroyed the Innate Grandmaster's body, rending it limb from limb. A burst of golden flame then flared, incinerating the dismembered corpse to ash.

Mr. Yun didn't even have time to scream.

He was reduced to dust and smoke!

Dead! He was actually dead?! The Innate Grandmaster who had just appeared with such awe-inspiring might, towering above them all, seemingly about to effortlessly dispose of Qin Heng, had been killed by a single touch of Qin Heng's finger! This was an Innate Grandmaster! How was this possible?!