Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1960 - 289: Teasing 2
Previously on Urban Seduction: Housewives Club...
Beyond being protected by two bodyguards at the Tianyuan realm, Zhang Lingfeng was a Ningshen realm expert in his own right. He believed that even if Wang Yue were provoked to the point of madness, the man would be powerless to lay a finger on him.
Zhang Lingfeng savored the feeling of being despised by those who lacked the strength to oppose him.
Little did he know, he had just committed a catastrophic oversight.
Had his aggression been directed solely at Wang Yue, the latter might have endured it to buy the necessary time for his Cultivation to mature.
By choosing to target the woman at Wang Yue’s side, however, Zhang Lingfeng had struck a lethal nerve.
With slow, deliberate steps, Wang Yue closed the distance. A faint, mocking smile played on his lips before he suddenly unleashed a barrage of blurring kicks with his right leg.
Crack... Crack...
Two sharp snaps echoed almost as one. Zhang Lingfeng’s legs buckled instantly, sending him crashing to the floor.
It took the impact of his backside hitting the ground for Zhang Lingfeng to register the reality of the situation. Clutching his mangled knees, he let out a piercing wail of agony.
Wang Yue showed no mercy, driving his foot down onto Zhang Lingfeng’s crotch.
"Ah..."
A hysterical shriek erupted from Zhang Lingfeng. His hands flew from his knees to his groin, gripping himself in desperation before his eyes rolled back and he drifted into unconsciousness.
His testicles had been reduced to nothing but fragments!
The damage inflicted by Wang Yue went far beyond mere physical trauma.
That single stomp had not only crushed Zhang Lingfeng’s manhood into pulp but had also injected a violent surge of Qi into his body, systematically shattering every one of his Meridians.
Regardless of medical expertise or high-tech equipment, he was now beyond any hope of recovery.
The entire sequence occurred in a heartbeat.
From the initial strike to Zhang Lingfeng’s total ruin, less than two seconds had elapsed. Only after Zhang Lingfeng went limp did the onlookers finally process the scene.
Two hulking figures blurred into motion from the crowd. One bodyguard dropped to inspect Zhang Lingfeng’s state, while the second stood guard, fixing Wang Yue with a murderous stare.
Their duty as bodyguards dictated that Zhang Lingfeng’s safety came first; vengeance was a secondary concern.
The rest of the guests were paralyzed with shock. The idea that Wang Yue would actually assault a direct descendant of the Zhang family—one of the four pillars of Tianhai—was unthinkable.
Did Wang Yue not realize the magnitude of the Zhang family's impending wrath?
Tucked away in a shadowed corner of the hall, two observers remained unfazed.
These were two young women. One was the picture of elegance, her long hair cascading over her shoulders and her features possessing the delicate beauty of a classical painting; she carried the refined air of a lone orchid in a quiet valley.
Her companion sported a short haircut and a trendy, athletic outfit that accentuated her lithe, toned physique.
While perhaps not as breathtaking as her counterpart, she possessed an attractive, fiery spirit that balanced the other's grace.
Watching Wang Yue confront the bodyguards, the short-haired woman whispered, "Senior, is it time for us to act?"
The elegant woman shook her head. "Not yet. The Palace Master instructed us to only interfere in a life-or-death crisis. We are merely here to ensure Wang Yue and his group remain safe."
The short-haired girl nodded, her gaze locked onto the two bodyguards. She was ready to strike the moment Wang Yue appeared overwhelmed.
"Young Master Feng... he’s been crippled," the bodyguard examining the injuries reported. He rose to stand beside his partner.
A grim resolve filled their eyes.
Their sole purpose was Zhang Lingfeng's protection.
Having allowed him to be destroyed under their watch, they faced a fate worse than death back home.
To them, fighting the three great families of Jinling was a better alternative.
Perhaps they could find a shred of honor in a loyal death, or at least go down fighting.
Without a word, the two reached a silent understanding: kill Wang Yue first, then tear through the Wang family estate.
If they survived, they would kill; if they failed, they would welcome death.
"Do you want to leave any final words for the Wang family?" the lead bodyguard sneered.
"I have no messages, only a piece of advice: choose your masters more wisely in your next life!" Wang Yue retorted. In a flash, his hands shot out toward the necks of both men.
The bodyguards laughed in derision, attempting to trap Wang Yue’s arms with their own.
The moment their limbs met, they realized their fatal error. With two sickening "cracks," their fingers and wrists snapped like dry twigs.
Wang Yue’s momentum didn't falter. He seized their throats, released a burst of vital Qi, and with another sharp "crack," both men slumped to the floor, lifeless.
The crowd, having just regained their senses, fell back into a stunned silence. This display was even more shocking than the attack on Zhang Lingfeng: since when did Wang Yue possess such terrifying power?
Even the two women in the corner were taken aback. "He truly is the Palace Master’s nephew. We clearly underestimated him," one murmured.
Su Jin’er and her companions, however, saw this as perfectly natural; if anything, they felt Wang Yue was showing restraint.
With his true Cultivation, he could have deleted these Tianyuan realm fighters without moving a muscle.
He had engaged them physically purely to maintain a facade, hiding the true extent of his capabilities from prying eyes.
If the Tianhai Zhang family sensed his true level, they might dispatch someone from the Defiant realm, which would be a needless complication.
After dispatching the guards, Wang Yue shifted his gaze to Zhang Qingtian.
"Zhang Qingtian, I’ll spare your life today, but take heed: Chu Mo is my woman. Anyone who looks at her with greed..." Wang Yue gestured toward the broken Zhang Lingfeng on the floor, "...will share his fate."
"I... I understand," Zhang Qingtian stammered, his throat dry and his legs trembling so violently he could barely remain upright.
While Zhang Qingtian was consumed by terror, Chu Mo was filled with a radiant joy.
Just as Xu Yanran had predicted, she had wanted Wang Yue to "raid" her wedding. It wasn't about some romantic cliché; she wanted a definitive, public declaration of their bond.
The hall was filled with the elite of various clans and the heads of prominent houses. Nearly half of Jinling’s martial power was gathered in one room.
By crippling a scion of the Tianhai Zhang family and slaying two Tianyuan experts to claim her, Wang Yue had provided a spectacle far more powerful than any simple "kidnapping."