Asura Emperor Venerable
Chapter 316: Severing the Hand

Chapter 316: Chapter 316: Severing the Hand

Xu Guanjue was terrified.

In his entire life, he had never been this afraid; the young man before him, despite his youthful age, exuded a horrifying aura as if he had returned from hell, which made Xu Guanjue shiver inexplicably.

He couldn’t confront him, but couldn’t he just hide?

With a smile, Shi Hao swung his sword and slashed.

"No!" Xu Guanjue hastily retreated, but the sword light struck like lightning, so fast he couldn’t escape it.

He could only raise his hand to block, snap, a spray of blood blossomed, and his right hand was instantly severed at the wrist.

The blade was so sharp that as it cut, blood sprayed, and Xu Guanjue didn’t even feel the pain until he had stabilized his stance—only then did he realize that his hand had been cut off.

He stared dumbly at his severed wrist, his face full of disbelief.

He was finished, one hand was now useless.

He was accustomed to using his right hand, in both gambling and fighting, and now that it was gone, his strength had plummeted by at least ninety percent.

The old man felt darkness before his eyes and nearly fainted.

Shi Hao looked at the sword, noticing that the blade was as clear as water, unstained by any blood.

"Good sword!" he praised, then resheathed the sword and tossed it toward the fisherman, "Thank you."

The fisherman caught it, casually placing the sword on a table beside him, silent and unobtrusive.

In fact, if he had not spoken just now, no one would have been aware of the incongruous presence of such a person.

"Shi Shaofeng, it’s your turn now!" Han Dong stared at his victim, his face filled with the joy of revenge.

"If you dare touch even a single hair on me, my Shi Family will—fuck!" Shi Shaofeng attempted to threaten, but before he could finish speaking, Shi Hao had already grabbed him.

A mere three steps, how could he possibly contend with Shi Hao?

"Go ahead," Shi Hao said to Han Dong.

"Boss, I love you to death!" Han Dong spoke with gratitude.

"Get lost, say another disgusting comment like that, and I’ll castrate you!" Shi Hao said with a look of disgust.

Han Dong just grinned and began to pull down Shi Shaofeng’s pants.

"No! No! No!" Shi Shaofeng struggled desperately, his face turned crimson, as if he were about to spew blood.

In the full view of everyone, being stripped of his underwear, how could he face anyone after this?

Even if it didn’t bother him, could the Shi Family afford to lose such face?

He would surely be banished to the cold palace, and for many years not to even take a step outside the Shi Family’s gate.

Did Han Dong care? He excitedly stripped off Shi Shaofeng’s clothes as if possessed by a lecherous ghost.

Shi Hao patted Shi Shaofeng’s face, "You should feel lucky that today it’s Han Dong here, not that dog of my family."

The big yellow dog would have gone straight for the buttocks, a master of tail docking!

How could Shi Shaofeng understand? As his lower body grew colder, he knew that his fate of being bare-bottomed could not be reversed; he simply stopped struggling and stared at Shi Hao with tremendous fury, "You’re dead, you’re dead, you’re definitely dead!"

It was unclear whether he was cursing or reminding Shi Hao that offending the Shi Family meant only one thing: certain death.

"Hahaha!" Han Dong suddenly burst into laughter. It wasn’t the joy following revenge, but as if he had encountered something extremely hilarious; he was almost in tears.

"Boss, look, this guy’s dick is as small as a bamboo skewer!"

The little chubby boy pointed between Shi Shaofeng’s legs and was now laughing so hard that he couldn’t straighten his waist.

"Pfft!"

All around, many gamblers could also see clearly and couldn’t help but laugh.

Indeed, that thing was so small it was pitiful, and people with poor eyesight couldn’t possibly find it.

"Little Shi Cock, I’m really sorry," Han Dong patted Shi Shaofeng’s butt. "Had I known you were congenitally deficient, I never would have gambled with you and let everyone witness your shame. Ah, I’m so sorry."

He said he was sorry, but there wasn’t a hint of apology on his face; instead, he was smiling so much that it contorted his face.

Shi Shaofeng was a mix of rage and exasperation, and, with a turn of his head, he fainted.

The onlookers were excited; now they had something to talk about. This event would be a source of amusement for at least three days.

Shi Hao claimed the Spirit Vermilion Fruit and then went with Han Dong to exchange for chips. Since they won so much money, it was too much for Han Dong to carry alone, so Shi Hao simply distributed the money to the poor outside, earning both him and Han Dong a surge of goodwill.

After all that, Shi Hao went to look for the Fisherman but found that he had vanished without a trace.

No one knew when he had left.

An Almighty!

Shi Hao nodded to himself, but didn’t dwell on it; if they were fated to meet again, it would happen in due course.

"Let’s go back."

"Yes!"

After this incident, Han Dong was thoroughly devoted to Shi Hao, truly seeing him as the boss.

The two went back to the Han Residence, naturally without anything to worry about.

Perhaps they might encounter some targeting from the Shi Family outside, be beaten up by some masked figures, but inside the Han Residence, unless the Shi Family went mad and decided to wage full-scale war, it was an absolutely safe place.

They did as they pleased, eating and drinking, with the little chubby boy continuing his diligent practice. He had come to realize that even if he won the bet, without enough real strength, people could still deny the debt or even turn and bite back.

So, victory needed to be supported by strength.

Driven by such motivation, he practiced his Body Technique every day, howling constantly. His progress was evident and rapid.

Of course, his foundation was poor, and his realm too low. To reach Shi Hao’s "usable" standard wasn’t something that could be achieved in a short time.

Shi Hao wasn’t idle either. Besides his own practice, Yue Feifei would often come to seek his advice on cultivation matters. He used the Spirit Vermilion Fruit in his Alchemy, and three days quickly passed.

And on this day, it was Han Liren’s 200th birthday.

Even for the mighty Founding King Court, a centennial birthday isn’t often celebrated, for the theorized lifespan is only three hundred years. As cultivators are bound to suffer injuries, these would accumulate over time and affect one’s lifespan.

Therefore, it’s rare to find someone from the Founding King Court who could live up to or exceed three hundred years.

In this light, this 200th birthday celebration is likely to be the last centennial birthday for Han Liren.

Han Liren himself didn’t pay it much mind, but everyone in the Han Family took it very seriously, preparing well in advance. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have invited Yue Feifei, a master of the zither, who often toured the world performing. To stay nearly a month in one city was highly uncommon.

The entire day, the Han Residence was bustling with activity, and many distinguished guests arrived.

Come evening, even the Cheng, Zhang, and Shi families sent representatives to offer their congratulations. Of course, it wasn’t the mighty of the Founding King Court who came, but rather the experts from Self-Observation, still giving ample face to the Han Family.

After all, all the families lived in the same city, and keeping up appearances was necessary.

Not long after the banquet started, the younger members of the Han Family began to present their birthday gifts one after the other.

Watching everyone present their valuable gifts, Han Dong turned pale and said to Shi Hao, "It’s over, it’s over, Boss. I was so focused on training these past days that I completely forgot to prepare a gift!"

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