Chapter 1398 - 1397: Overbearing Shushan Ancestor

Then Han Chun'er put on an incredibly angry expression, and said, "Zhang Bin, you bastard, tell me, tell me, what crime have I committed? Why do you want to arrest me on my joyful wedding day? I think you're just looking to trouble my husband. Do you think I'm pretty and want to take me for yourself? Don't you even consider my husband?"

"Ah...Zhang Bin, today you are courting death."

The Shushan Ancestor could no longer contain himself; a towering killing intent rose from him, his eyes turned red, and a sharp longsword appeared in his hand, poised to attack Zhang Bin.

"Arrest and take him away."

Zhang Bin acted as if he hadn't heard, instead looking at Han Chun'er with a mocking gaze.

As if he were watching a clown.

Qian Bing and Sun Tie then took out handcuffs, rushed over, and with a click, cuffed Han Chun'er.

Their success was not due to their strength but because Han Chun'er did not resist.

Intentionally provoking a conflict.

The Shushan Ancestor certainly would not endure it.

Moreover, she said with tear-filled eyes, "Husband, in the past at the Immortal Palace, Zhang Bin ogled my beauty, and now he's breaking into your house to steal your woman. You mustn't act rashly, don't confront him; he is the Sect Master of the Daoyi Sect..."

The effect of these words was unparalleled!

"Zhang Bin, go die!"

The anger inside the Shushan Ancestor blazed furiously.

From his body erupted incomparably terrifying killing intent.

In madness, he slashed at Zhang Bin with a sword.

"Woo..."

Sword Qi shot forth several feet, space collapsed, creating a spatial rift.

The sharp Sword Qi, carrying a breath of death, struck Zhang Bin's forehead first.

"Hee hee hee...Zhang Bin, you're about to become a corpse; my revenge is finally achieved."

Han Chun'er laughed excitedly in her heart.

"Heh heh heh, I won't need to do anything."

Luopu Youdao also chuckled evilly.

As for the Old Ancestor of Mount Lao, his smile was especially radiant.

He had come to Shushan specifically to watch such an entertaining show, hadn't he?

Clang...

Zhang Bin did not dodge, calmly standing there.

Took the hit of the Sword Qi with his forehead.

A sound like metal striking echoed.

Sparks flew.

Yet, Zhang Bin's forehead showed not even a mark.

Indeed, he hadn't moved in the slightest.

It seemed like what struck wasn't space-breaking Sword Qi, but merely a breeze.

Unable to shake him at all.

"How is this possible?"

Han Chun'er, Luopu Youdao, and the Old Ancestor of Mount Lao's faces froze with stiff smiles.

They knew quite well how powerful the Shushan Ancestor was.

His Sword Qi was more formidable than a sharp high-grade magical artifact.

But remarkably, it didn't harm a hair on Zhang Bin?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

The Shushan Ancestor shouted in shock within, yet he felt no discouragement, his eyes flashed with ominous light, his sword hand did not pause as it relentlessly continued to slash at Zhang Bin's forehead.

He intended to kill Zhang Bin with one sword strike.

Then demand that the nation appoint a new sect leader of the Daoyi Sect.

Once Zhang Bin was dead, there would be no major trouble.

After all, he had become terrifyingly powerful.

Considered truly a top-tier expert.

The nation wouldn't come to trouble him.

"Woo..."

The sword's light burst forth, cold beams shot.

Killing intent rolled like a river, surging downward.

"Hahaha... the Shushan Ancestor is genuinely enraged, he intends to kill Zhang Bin."

Han Chun'er, Luopu Youdao, and the Old Ancestor of Mount Lao grew excited again, watching with anticipation and fervent eyes.

They watched as the sword was about to cut Chunk Bin's forehead.

Zhang Bin moved, his left hand gently lifted, two fingers extended lightly, pinching.

Only the sound of a snap was heard, and he pinched the Shushan Ancestor's sword.

The swiftly descending sword instantly halted!

Unable to move at all.

Everyone stood with blank expressions, their eyes almost popping out, expression full of disbelief.

They looked at Zhang Bin as if observing a monster.

Who exactly was this mighty person? How strong was he?

Used just two fingers to stop the terrifying sword of the Shushan Ancestor?

How can this be?

As for Han Chun'er, Luopu Youdao, the Old Ancestor of Mount Lao, they too looked stupefied, unable to speak.

"Ah...break free for me..."

The Shushan Ancestor's face was blood-red, feeling overwhelmingly humiliated.

He frenziedly exerted force, drawing, stabbing, swirling, pushing, flicking...

Attempting to pull his sword from Zhang Bin's two fingers.

Yet it made no difference.

Like a mantis trying to topple a tree, unable to budge it.

And he appeared as a clown.

So laughable.

While Zhang Bin stood coldly like a divine spirit in heaven and earth, pinching the sword with two fingers, truly majestic and calm.

"My heavens, isn't it said that the Shushan Ancestor cultivated to the Ascension Realm Early Stage? Why does it seem like he's entirely without strength?"

"Perhaps the Shushan Ancestor is exhausted from indulging in women; I see he's exerted every bit of strength, but it's just a mantis against a tree."

"Poor Shushan Ancestor, he's completely humiliated today, probably considering suicide."

"..."

The guests whispered among each other.

"Eldest Brother is mighty..."

"Eldest Brother is invincible..."

"Daring to attack Eldest Brother, Eldest Brother, crush him."

"..."

The group of tricksters also yelled wildly, their faces filled with satisfaction.

Concerning the likes of the Shushan Ancestor, an old scoundrel, an old lecher, they certainly held no affection.

"Husband, don't show mercy, kill him."

Han Chun'er looked a bit incredulous, angrily transmitting voice.

"Kill..."

The Shushan Ancestor was also extremely furious, suddenly abandoning the sword, turning his right hand into a sword, charging at Zhang Bin's eyes with towering killing intent.

"Scram..."

However, Zhang Bin chuckled coldly, his right hand suddenly moved, delivering a fierce slap to the Shushan Ancestor's face.

Snap...

A crisp sound echoed.

The Shushan Ancestor was like a mere mortal struck by a train.

Rolled over on the ground, tumbling repeatedly, blood gushing from his seven orifices, issuing a heart-rending scream.

Tumbled dozens of times, crashing into countless tables.

Finally he stopped.

But his clothes were already tattered, and his body stained with blood like he'd crawled from a heap of corpses. Looked like a begging vagrant.

No no no, far more pitiful than a vagrant.

He looked incredibly pitiful.

"Ant, dare to be arrogant in my presence, simply overestimating yourself."

Zhang Bin took out a napkin, carefully wiped his hand, as he spoke disdainfully.

The whole venue was deathly silent.

Only the sound of heavy breathing rose and fell.

Many faces were filled with absurdity, disbelief, and shock...