Chapter 101: Full of Loose Teeth

## Chapter 100: Picking Up Teeth From The Ground

Leaning on the table, Zhang Wenchang lifted his head, hastily wiping away the tear stains from his face with his sleeve. He hid his sorrow and grief, forcing a smile as he said, "I apologize, everyone. I drank too much and got carried away thinking about old times. My emotions got a bit out of control."

Ye Fan sighed inwardly. His old classmate was having a very difficult life—he felt guilty towards his wife and missed the child he had never met. He had been unable to control his emotions, crying aloud, yet after being mocked by these people, he had to hide his sadness and apologize. What kind of state of mind must he have been in at that moment?

At this moment, Zhang Wenchang’s temples were streaked with white, his eyes were swollen, and his tear marks were still fresh. The profound sorrow and sadness hidden deep within his heart were palpable to outsiders, which made Ye Fan’s heart clench. This old classmate was truly struggling; a simple and unassuming man, yet he had reached such a plight.

"Half-crippled old man," one of them sneered, "we're not interested in dealing with you. Even if you cry yourself to death, it's none of our business. However, your friend here spoke very rudely. We'd like to get acquainted with him."

With mockery on their faces, the men approached the table, looking down at Ye Fan and Zhang Wenchang. Han Feiyu, in particular, revealed a cold sneer. Staring at Ye Fan, he said, "It's truly a small world, isn't it? I always thought you died in those ruins. I never expected to run into you here. More than two years have passed, and not a moment has gone by that I haven't wanted to 'get close' to you."

Ye Fan remained seated calmly. He poured himself a cup of wine, completely at ease, then picked it up and drank it in one gulp. "It's a small world..." he said, "I can't believe I'm hearing that phrase again. The last person who said it tried to harm others but ended up harming themselves. I wonder how it will turn out this time." He thought of Elder Han, and hearing Han Feiyu utter the same words now, he found it quite odd.

"You're quite composed," Han Feiyu sneered. "Don't pretend to be calm. No one can save you today. I'm going to skin you alive!" As he spoke, Han Feiyu's eyebrows furrowed menacingly, his eyes were terrifying, and his face appeared extremely sinister. He could not forget the scene of his brutal beating, which had remained a thorn in his side.

"Junior Brother Han, does he have a grudge against you? Leave him to us. We'll beat him into a cripple. There's no need for restraint here."

"This waste spoke very rudely just now," another chimed in. "Even if he hadn't provoked Junior Brother Han, we wouldn't let him off the hook."

The men exchanged cold sneers and prepared to act.

Zhang Wenchang hastily stood up. "Brothers, please don't do this," he pleaded. "He's just an ordinary person. Don't cause trouble."

"Half-crippled old man, stay out of this. This doesn't concern you." One of them, with a look of disdain and extreme impatience, shoved Zhang Wenchang, making him stumble and nearly fall.

"When you first entered, Elder Ma Yun treated you like a treasure. And what happened?" another taunted. "You just happened to break open the Sea of Suffering first by luck; what good is that? Given enough time, you'll be completely reverted to your original state..."

"Half-crippled old man, stop interfering here," another said with a sneer. "If Liu Yiyi weren't constantly protecting you... Hmph!" Though he didn't finish his sentence, everyone knew what he implied.

"Gentlemen, I apologize to you all," Zhang Wenchang said, extending his arms to block them and shielding Ye Fan behind him. "If you're not satisfied, come at me. Don't make trouble for my friend here."

"Half-crippled old man, do you really think you're someone important? Think carefully, what are you?" One of them, clearly displeased, cast a contemptuous glance at him, then forcefully shoved him away, shouting, "Get out of the way!"

Ye Fan steadied Zhang Wenchang. He scanned the group and said, "And what are *you*?"

"Ye Fan, don't!" Zhang Wenchang hastily stopped Ye Fan, preventing him from saying more. He then stepped forward again. "Gentlemen, I'm truly sorry," he said. "My friend here is just an ordinary mortal; please don't mind him. If you're angry, please direct it at me. Don't make trouble for him."

The leading youth, already impatient, could no longer restrain himself. He grabbed Zhang Wenchang by the collar. "Do you really think Liu Yiyi can protect you?" he sneered. "If you don't want to die, get lost!"

"Let him go!" Ye Fan remained seated, not getting up. He picked up a cup of wine and directly splashed it onto the man's face.

"You're asking for death!" The leading man's face turned utterly grim. He shoved Zhang Wenchang away and swung his palm towards Ye Fan's face.

Ye Fan remained seated, unmoving. He reached out and caught the swinging palm. With a twist, there was a crisp *snap* as he broke the man's wrist, bending it into a hook-like shape. Then he raised his hand and slapped the man's face hard.

*SMACK!*

It was an incredibly loud slap. His face visibly distorted, his teeth flew out, and blood spurted. The man was sent flying seven or eight meters backward like a puppet, crashing heavily onto the ground.

No one had expected such a result. The man struggled a few times on the ground but couldn't get up. His ears were ringing, his head was muddled, and his skull felt like it might split open. He yelled, "Kill him!"

Han Feiyu, who knew Ye Fan better, retreated immediately. At the same time, he warned the others, "Be careful! This waste has a special physique; he's incredibly strong. Whatever you do, don't let him grab you! Attack him from a distance. Immediately unleash your weapons and hack him to pieces!"

His words came a little too late. Ye Fan's speed was too great. He instantly grabbed one of the men and slapped him twice, back and forth, making him dizzy and blood stream from his mouth. Then, like a scarecrow, he began to swing him around as a weapon.

*THUD, THUD!*

Ye Fan's strength and speed were terrifying. Swinging the man he held, he slammed three cultivators who rushed at him, sending them screaming and flying backward. Everyone present heard the sound of bones shattering.

"Retreat quickly! Don't get close to him!" Han Feiyu yelled.

By now, no one needed his warning. The seemingly delicate youth opposite them was practically a human-shaped brute; he was simply too wild. He was swinging a grown man as if he were holding a toothpick, sending the others sprawling across the floor.

"Junior Brother Han, didn't you say he was a waste?"

"How can this waste have such divine strength?"

The remaining few were filled with lingering fear and glared at Han Feiyu, questioning him.

"He truly is just a waste. He can't cultivate," Han Feiyu said, a sinister sneer appearing on his face. "He's just strong. As long as you don't get close to him, killing him will be easy."

Everyone brought out their respective weapons. Immediately, lights flashed as the Azure Wood Seal, Cold Iron Ruler, Crimson Blood Spear, and others all floated in the air, aimed at Ye Fan.

"If you want him dead, go ahead and unleash your weapons," Ye Fan said casually, waving the human weapon he held. "I don't mind using him as a human shield." Against these cultivators in the Sea of Suffering realm, he didn't need to reveal his true strength at all.

"No, wait! Everyone, calm down!" Zhang Wenchang stepped forward, his face etched with anxiety. He stood in front of Ye Fan, shouting at the men, "He's not just my friend, he's also Liu Yiyi's friend! You can't do this to him..."

"Half-crippled old man, get out of the way!" the man who was first slapped away by Ye Fan, now clutching his swollen cheek, snarled as he scrambled to his feet. "Bringing up anyone now won't help. If I don't kill him, I won't be able to quell the hatred in my heart!" His eyes gleamed with a cold light. "Is Liu Yiyi so great? If she dares to come here seeking trouble, someone will naturally deal with her!"

Looking at his old classmate, who was having such a difficult time, Ye Fan let out a soft sigh. He patted Zhang Wenchang's shoulder and whispered, "Step back. They can't do anything to me."

After saying this, Ye Fan grabbed Zhang Wenchang's arm and, with just the right force, tossed him gently aside.

"What are you standing around for? Skin him alive!" the leading man roared.

*SWISH, SWISH, SWISH!*

The sounds of objects cutting through the air continued as the Azure Wood Seal, Cold Iron Ruler, Crimson Blood Spear, and others rapidly struck down.

Ye Fan remained calm and composed. He waved the human weapon in his hand, continuously blocking the attacks.

"Ah... You... You hit me!"

The man Ye Fan held in his hand became slightly more conscious at this point. He screamed repeatedly and cursed in frustration. If the others hadn't pulled back their attacks quickly, this cultivator would have been cut into several pieces.

"Everyone attack together! Let's see if he can block all of them! I'm going to skin him alive!" the leading man, his face grim as water, ordered the others to attack again.

"Chen Feng, you can't do this! You'll kill me!" the cultivator held by Ye Fan shrieked in terror, but then was promptly knocked unconscious by a blow from the Azure Wood Seal.

The surrounding men obeyed Chen Feng without question. They all unleashed their weapons and hacked forward; despite their caution, they still occasionally opened up bloody gashes on their human shield.

Ye Fan didn't want to waste any more time with them. Having reached the Life Spring realm, killing cultivators in the Sea of Suffering realm was indeed as simple as crushing ants. He held the man in front of him as a shield, his body transforming into a blur of light, and directly rushed in front of Chen Feng, grabbing him before he could react.

"Ah..." Chen Feng screamed repeatedly. He too was used as a human shield, and several wounds appeared on his body.

The surrounding men immediately felt constrained. Ye Fan moved like lightning, darting around, and loud 'bangs' continuously echoed as everyone was knocked to the ground.

Only Han Feiyu struggled, bringing out his Azure Wood Seal again. He hurled it down at Ye Fan, intending to crush him to death. However, at that moment, he realized in horror that the Azure Wood Seal, which had just grown to the size of a millstone, was firmly caught in Ye Fan's hand, unmovable.

*THWACK!*

Han Feiyu was scared out of his wits. His Azure Wood Seal had been effortlessly caught by Ye Fan, who then swung it back down. It was as easy as swatting a fly. Indeed, at that moment, Han Feiyu felt like a fly.

*CRACK!*

No one knew how many of Han Feiyu's ribs were broken. He coughed up large mouthfuls of blood and was knocked directly to the ground, unable to move a muscle.

In front of the small tavern, men lay scattered across the ground. All of them groaned in pain, unable to get up. Zhang Wenchang, not far away, could barely believe his eyes. "This..." he muttered.

Ye Fan picked up these men and threw them into a pile. Then he began to slap them, one by one. "You think you can bully people?" he said. "I, this waste who can't cultivate, will still beat you until you're picking up your teeth from the floor."

*SLAP, SLAP, SLAP...*

Ye Fan's hands moved continuously, delivering one powerful slap after another. Their saliva splattered, blood flew, and teeth loosened.

Everyone screamed repeatedly, begging for mercy.

Naturally, Ye Fan paid special attention to Han Feiyu and Chen Feng. He lined them up like dead dogs and slapped them repeatedly, his palms swinging without pause. The crisp sounds of slaps echoed incessantly.

"You..." Han Feiyu's nose and mouth bled, and his eyes were filled with venomous hatred.

*SLAP!*

Ye Fan delivered another slap, then grabbed him by the collar. "It truly is a small world..." he said.

Upon hearing that phrase, Han Feiyu was so enraged that he coughed up large mouthfuls of blood and trembled all over. He nearly died on the spot.