Chapter 316 - 307: You’re So Promising, How Could I Bear to Let You Die?

Chapter 316: Chapter 307: You’re So Promising, How Could I Bear to Let You Die?

The members of the Ning Family did not wait long before a group of people burst in menacingly.

"Ning Yu!"

The leader roared the moment he entered, his eyes—swollen into slits—fixed on the person at the head of the hall.

Ning Yu stood at the head of the hall. Beside him was Ning Yuan, who kept his head down, sipping tea without a glance at the newcomers below.

"Well, well, if it isn’t Young Master Mu..."

Ning Yu looked down condescendingly at Mu Tingzhou, a cold sneer on his face. "In that state, I almost didn’t recognize you."

As he spoke, Ning Yu casually glanced at the people behind Mu Tingzhou.

His gaze swept past each person. He showed no fear when he saw Mu Feng, but his eyes paused for a moment on an impossibly handsome Young Master.

The moment this person entered, one of the Mu Family’s Martial Tributors had hurried to bring him a chair.

Everyone from the Mu Family was standing, yet he alone was seated, looking as if he was settling in for a good show. ’He looks unfamiliar, and he doesn’t have a queue.’

A trace of doubt flashed in Ning Yu’s eyes, but before he could ponder it, Mu Tingzhou began shouting from below again. "This isn’t over! You hit me at the theater!"

"Oh?"

Ning Yu’s gaze shifted from the handsome Young Master and fell back on Mu Tingzhou.

He spoke with a smile, but his eyes were as cold as ice. "Then how do you propose we settle this?"

"You’re going to let me hit you back!"

Mu Tingzhou said, rolling up his sleeves.

Ning Yu looked as if he had heard the most hilarious joke, but instead of replying, he glanced to his side.

"Mu Feng, is this your intention as well?"

The Ning Family Patriarch, Ning Yuan, set down his teacup. He raised his eyes to look at Mu Feng below and spoke faintly.

"Of course my dad supports me!"

Mu Tingzhou blurted out, but no one looked at him. All eyes were on Mu Feng.

At this moment, Mu Feng’s expression was indescribably strange. His face was tense, his eyes flickering, as if he were hesitating, weighing his options, making a trade-off...

A moment later, he finally grunted and said coldly, "A man can’t be beaten for no reason. Of course he should hit him back."

"Good."

Up on the dais, Ning Yuan closed his teacup lid with a CLICK and said calmly, "Then, Yu, let him hit you back."

"Yes."

Ning Yu obediently replied.

But when he turned around, his expression changed completely.

He beckoned to Mu Tingzhou, a half-smile on his face. "Come on. I’ll stand right here.

If you’ve got the guts, come up and hit me."

This straightforward stance even stunned Mu Tingzhou for a moment, as if he hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly.

He eagerly rolled up his sleeves and was about to charge forward.

But as he took a single step, all the Martial Tributors of the Ning Mansion, positioned on both sides of the hall, rose to their feet. They stared at him, their expressions blank and their eyes ice-cold.

Mu Tingzhou’s steps faltered. He seemed to sense the shift in the hall’s atmosphere.

Gaze after gaze fell upon him, and his skin prickled as if being stabbed by needles.

Forcing himself, Mu Tingzhou took two more steps forward but couldn’t withstand the pressure. He turned his head and looked pleadingly toward someone behind him.

Where his gaze landed, a handsome young Young Master beamed at him and made a "go on" gesture.

Receiving the man’s encouragement, Mu Tingzhou was instantly filled with a surge of strength.

He strode forward, ascended the hall’s steps in one go, and came right up to Ning Yu.

Only the distance of two steps on the dais separated them. Mu Tingzhou raised his arm, and the atmosphere in the hall dropped to a freezing point.

But Ning Yu showed no intention of moving. He didn’t flinch, just stared directly into Mu Tingzhou’s eyes and spoke in an icy tone, "Try it, if you dare."

Under Ning Yu’s gaze and Momentum, Mu Tingzhou’s eyes darted away, and his expression gradually became hesitant.

"W-Watch... watch me hit you."

Mu Tingzhou was still talking tough, but his raised arm remained frozen in mid-air.

Ning Yu said nothing, just continued to stare at him coldly.

Finally, Mu Tingzhou was completely defeated.

"F-Forget it... I won’t hit you..."

Mu Tingzhou muttered, timidly lowering his arm as he backed down the steps.

"Hah..."

Seeing his utterly pathetic retreating figure, Ning Yu’s face filled with a cold sneer of disdain and contempt.

On the Ning Mansion’s side, several of the Martial Tributors also showed expressions of scorn. Ning Yuan, who had been sitting and drinking tea the whole time, even curled his lips into a smile and shook his head, thoroughly amused.

"What a usele—"

Ning Yu was about to spit out the insult, but he never got to finish the word.

Just then, Mu Tingzhou, who had already stepped down from the dais, suddenly spun around, shot back up the steps, and before anyone could react, swung his arm in a wide arc and delivered a vicious slap—

SLAP!

The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the hall, accompanied by the crash of a teacup shattering on the floor.

On the dais, Ning Yu stood frozen, his handsome face completely clean, without a single mark.

But on the pampered old face of Ning Yuan, seated in the main chair beside him, five red marks rapidly appeared.

At that moment, everyone was stunned.

Everyone stared blankly at Mu Tingzhou.

"HAHAHA—"

Mu Tingzhou, however, doubled over with laughter. He pointed at the dumbstruck Ning Yu and crowed gloatingly, "I’m not gonna slap you, I’m gonna slap your dad!

Are you mad? Huh? Are you mad?

And you called me trash?

I wonder who the real piece of trash is now!"

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP—

Just then, a round of applause broke the silence in the hall.

From the Mu Family’s group, the handsome Young Master in the blue robes stood up, clapping as he rose.

Mu Tingzhou looked excitedly toward the source of the clapping, and the latter gave him a beaming thumbs-up.

Receiving the handsome Young Master’s approval, Mu Tingzhou became even more smug. He grew so cocky, his tail was about to scrape the sky.

Finally, a voice, cold to the absolute extreme, shattered the "joyful" atmosphere.

"Except for Mu Feng..."

Enraged to his limit, Ning Yuan shot up from his chair, his face twisted. He ground out the order on the spot: "As for the rest of the Mu Family, leave no one alive!"

The moment the words fell, the six Tributors of the Ning Family moved as one!

On the Mu Family’s side, Hong Huan and Xu Chu had already shot out. In an instant, four figures were tangled in a chaotic battle in mid-air.

The other four, however, pounced in unison toward the center of the hall, at the most arrogant, most triumphant, most audacious person of all—Mu Tingzhou!

Before the figures even arrived, the gale kicked up by the four powerful Tributors was already making Mu Tingzhou sway, his eyes barely able to stay open.

He could only hear Ning Yu’s hate-filled voice screaming from the head of the hall: "Kill him! Hurry up and kill him for me!!"

In that instant, Mu Tingzhou felt like a lone boat in a raging storm, liable to be swept into the waves and smashed to pieces at any moment.

Overcome with terror, he could only shut his eyes and scream, "Noble, save me!"

WHOOSH—

As if possessing some strange, magical power, his words had an immediate effect.

The raging wind in his ears suddenly stopped, and Ning Yu’s curses vanished.

Mu Tingzhou, his face tense, slowly cracked open his eyes. He saw a handsome young Young Master with an indescribably suave and noble air looking at him with a gentle gaze.

Around the Young Master was a strange domain woven from golden veins and countless specks of glazed light, as if a Pure Land had descended to envelop them both.

Under the golden "Buddha Light," Mu Tingzhou felt an unprecedented sense of safety and tranquility.

The four Martial Tributors from the Ning Family were now like insects trapped in amber, frozen mid-pounce, motionless within the golden field of Buddha Light.

THUD—

Mu Tingzhou dropped to his knees, tightly hugging the handsome Young Master’s leg. He let out a long sigh of relief. "Noble... Noble! Thank goodness you were in time! I really thought I was about to kick the bucket.

Thank goodness... thank goodness..."

Beneath the [Glazed Light Buddha Country], Fu Juemin extended a hand and gently stroked Mu Tingzhou’s smooth, sweaty forehead.

In a soft, low voice, he said, "Silly boy. After you’ve shown so much promise... how could I possibly bear to let you die?"