Chapter 5: Beat the dog, talk it over nicely!

"stop."

Seeing Chen Fuyi walking straight into the yard, Chen Zheng frowned, stepped forward to block his way, and said in a cold tone: "What do you and your son want from me? Tell me, I don't like beating around the bush."

"What's your attitude..."

"It doesn't matter."

Chen Jihou's face darkened, and he was about to explode, but Chen Fuyi waved his hand to stop him, with a smile on his face: "Xiaozheng, I haven't seen you for many years, and your temper is still so stubborn. You are not wrong. Uncle Yi came to see you today because he has something."

As he spoke, Chen Fuyi's expression became more serious, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Uncle Yi is asking you, did you cheat the Third Young Master... and take his one-year cultivation quota?"

"So what?"

Chen Zheng did not deny that he took Chen Fu's things, and many people in the clan saw it.

Chen Fuyi's face was filled with anger: "Xiao Zheng, you are confused. The Third Young Master you have joined is the most incompetent and least talented of the three sons of the Patriarch. There is no way he will ever become the Patriarch in the future."

"so what?"

Chen Zheng stared at Chen Fuyi coldly, waiting for what to come.

"So once that idiot fails, you will be doomed."

The person who spoke was Chen Jihou, and his eyes were full of sarcasm when he looked at Chen Zheng.

Chen Fuyi sighed: "You can't say that. Xiaozheng is my nephew after all. His father has done me a favor. Even if I risk my life, I can't let him go astray and die in vain."

Chen Zheng smiled: "You really know how to repay a favor."

Chen Fuyi seemed not to hear the sarcasm in Chen Zheng's words. He moved closer again and said earnestly, "Xiao Zheng, it's not too late for you to stop. Just give the things that the Third Young Master gave you intact to Uncle Yi, and then go with Uncle Yi to kowtow to the Second Young Master to admit your mistake. Uncle Yi will say a few good words for you and he will be able to resolve this crisis for you."

Chen Zheng sneered: "Oh, so you are Chen Mo's dog."

He finally heard it.

Chen Fuyi and his son also joined the fight for the position of patriarch, placing their bets on the second young master, Chen Mo.

"What did you say?"

Chen Fuyi's expression of "doing good for you" froze on his face.

Chen Jihou was also stunned, thinking there was something wrong with his ears.

Chen Fuyi looked at Chen Zheng and asked uncertainly, "Xiao Zheng, Uncle Yi kindly pointed out a clear path for you, but you scolded me?"

"I said you are a dog. Both you and your son are dogs. Is that clear enough?"

Chen Zheng would naturally satisfy this kind of person who was looking for trouble.

"Bastard!"

Chen Fuyi became angry and slapped Chen Zheng in the face.

No matter how hypocritical he was, he couldn't pretend any longer when being humiliated in front of others. He had to slap Chen Zheng hard to vent his anger.

However, Chen Fuyi has very poor talent. After practicing for half his life, he is only at the fifth level of his physical body. How can he defeat Chen Zheng?

It’s almost like being counterattacked.

as predicted.

With a crisp sound, Chen Zheng's slap arrived first and hit Chen Fuyi's face hard, knocking him to the ground sideways, splashing dust all over the floor.

"You dare to hit me?"

Chen Fuyi's teeth were knocked out. He covered his face and stared at Chen Zheng, his lips trembling, with an expression of disbelief. "Why don't I dare to hit you?"

Chen Zheng sneered and looked down at Chen Fuyi: "My father saw a dog about to starve to death, so he felt pity for it and fed the dog three times a day for two years. But the dog not only didn't appreciate it, but also wanted to bite me back. Don't you think dogs like this should be beaten?"

"Nonsense!"

How could Chen Fuyi not hear that Chen Zheng was mocking him? His old face immediately turned red, and he said viciously: "I will report you beating up the elders to the Second Young Master and punish you for treason!"

"I wonder how long you can keep your mouth shut."

Chen Zheng snorted coldly and stepped on the face of Chen Fuyi who was just about to get up. He stomped him into the mud and crushed him continuously until he was deformed and blood flowed out, dyeing the yellow soil red.

"Let go of my father!"

Chen Jihou finally came back to his senses from his shock, his eyes wide open, he shouted, rushed out, and slapped Chen Zheng's door with his palm.

This move is exactly the "Angry Whale Smacking the Waves" from the Chen family's traditional martial arts. It is extremely powerful when performed, just like a whale swinging its tail. If an ordinary person is hit by it, his brain will burst and he will die.

Unfortunately, Chen Jihou met Chen Zheng. The gap in strength between the two was too big and there was no comparison at all.

Not to mention that Chen Jihou and Chen Zheng are at the same level of Qi, even if they are at a higher level, it is impossible for him to touch a hair of Chen Zheng.

Click!

Chen Zheng did not dodge or evade, with one foot still on Chen Fuyi's face. When Chen Jihou's palm was less than a foot away from his face, he suddenly raised his other foot and kicked out like lightning, hitting him in the crotch.

"what!"

Chen Jihou was kicked high into the air, holding his crotch and wailing in mid-air, then fell heavily to the ground, rolling on the ground in pain, tears and snot streaming down his face.

This kick by Chen Zheng may have destroyed all descendants of Chen Jihou, turning her from a heir to a non-heir.

"Chen Zheng, you...you've caused a big disaster. You're finished, completely finished. The Second Young Master will never let you go!"

Seeing his son's miserable appearance, Chen Fuyi almost bit his teeth until they bled. He stared at the soles of Chen Zheng's feet, wishing he could eat him alive.

However, his head was stepped on by Chen Zheng and stuck in the mud. No matter how he struggled or kicked his limbs, he could not get free. He could only try to use Chen Mo to threaten Chen Zheng.

The threat seemed to work, and the big foot that was stepping on his face suddenly moved away.

Before Chen Fuyi could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a chill in his crotch.

He looked up subconsciously and was horrified to find that Chen Zheng had raised his foot and aimed it at his crotch.

"No, Xiaozheng, let's talk it over. Do you remember when you were little, Uncle Yi held you in his arms..."

Chen Fuyi shook his head desperately, with a pleading look on his face. If he was kicked by this kick, he would be without any descendants.

My only son is already ruined, and nothing can happen to him again.

Chen Zheng said nothing, his eyes remained cold, and he kept moving forward without hesitation.

boom!
There was a dull sound like an egg bursting, and Chen Fuyi's crotch was covered in red, with blood blooming like fireworks.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Fuyi and his son were castrated by Chen Zhengquan.

This series of events also stunned many members of the Chen family who had just been attracted by the noise and were standing in the distance to watch the excitement, and they subconsciously clamped their legs together.

"When did Chen Zheng become so cruel? Moreover, Chen Jihou is a sixth-level physical master, but he was defeated by him in one move. Could it be that he has cultivated to the peak of the sixth level, or even the seventh level?"

"Hiss... The seventh level of the physical body, doesn't that mean Chen Zheng can be compared with the geniuses in the main vein?"

"Ah, so what if he can be compared to those geniuses? Chen Zheng just exposed the weak points of Chen Fuyi and Chen Jihou, and this father and son just said that they have surrendered to the Second Young Master. After the Second Young Master knows about this, he will definitely not let Chen Zheng go. I'm afraid he will be in trouble..."

(End of this chapter)

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