It was a pity that a couple of gangsters scrambled to beat him down to the ground in an instant before his arrival. This time, he failed to stand back on his feet. Being surrounded by the Qinglong disciples, he had storm-like punches and kicks on him nonstop.
Leng Yuecui spotted him right away and screamed, "It looks like Yue Zhong!"
"That young guy?" Wandong asked, raising his eyebrows.
Leng Yuecui hastened to nod and said, "He was Ye Mei's folk. Both of them come from the Tiandu Kingdom. There are very few students from this kingdom in the Qingyun Martial Art Academy. However, they are tightly united. Ye Mei once introduced them to me."
"What? Is Yuezhong a Tiandu guy?" Wandong asked in a murderous tone while Leng Yuecui's voice was fading away.
To Leng Yuecui's surprise, Wandong seemed to fly off the handle every time he witnessed Tiandu people be bullied.
"Hey, I'm talking to you! Get lost! Otherwise, I'm gonna chop your legs off!" the armed Qinglong disciple shouted with fury, seeing Wandong and Leng Yuecui chat regardless of him.
"Go to hell!" Wandong let out an angry shout while the disciple finished his warning. He plunged a swift punch at the disciple right at his nose.
As powerful as it was (It was likely that Wandong beat him all-out), a clear sound of fracture went off. The Qinglong disciple's nose broke and his skull went deformed forthwith. A mixture of snot, blood, and tears burst out ― it sufficed to make an onlooker feel painful. Unable to make it out, the miserable disciple flopped onto the ground without even a faint cry. Even if he had stood a chance to live on, he wouldn't have been able to persist in his old ways.
Wandong's mercilessness increasingly threatens Leng Yuecui. He chopped off several arms of Xiu Wei's underlings, rendered Jin Mu useless within one move, and punched a Qinglong disciple in a coma. However, his masculineness beguiled Leng Yuecui to the brim.
Given Wandong's punch was so harsh and the situation of the miserable wretch too tragic, dozens of Qinglong disciples responsible for precautions all went thunder-struck. Even those beating Yue Zhong paused in spite of themselves and looked over at Wandong all across the board.
Having been riding the high horse for ages, they had never encountered anyone getting in their way. Hence it bewildered them the moment they saw a ruthless character like Wandong.
While they the Qinglong disciples were in stupefaction, Wandong went on kicked at a disciple on his right side, who leaped into the air forthwith and stayed for nearly one second before crashing onto the ground. A slew of sounds of fractures went off. With numberless bones broken, he lapsed into a coma straight away.
"Bastard!" One disciple came back to his sense and let out a yell.
"Go to hell!" Another gangster exclaimed.
Wandong's kick brought them back to themselves. Cursing along, the waved their broadswords and rushed at Wandong.
Seeing this, Wu Yang strode up and shouted, "You blind pigs! Don't you know this is the only grandson of the Duke of Dingshan? Dare you mess with him?"
Wu Yang's words did work. Those ferocious-looking disciples, who intended to chop Wandong into pieces, all froze as if they had fallen under a spell. Some still retained their posture to hack, looking rather ridiculous.
That was exactly a manifestation of brand effect. The prestige of the Duke of Dingshan sufficed to overwhelm anyone on the Dongxuan (it literally means the mysterious orient)Continent, let alone the Qingyun Empire or the Yunzhong City. Hurting his only grandson could easily bring them to death.
Two quickest disciples who rushed at their capacity were only an arm away from Wandong. That would be a waste to let them stay safe and sound. Wandong punched at them with his fists resembling two dragons leaping out of the ocean, hitting them right at their faces. With blood and broken teeth darting forth, another two Qinglong disciples flopped onto the ground in a fog.
Seeing Wandong punching them at ease, Leng Yuecui itched to follow suit.