Chapter 548: Face Slapping

Chapter 548: Chapter 548: Face Slapping

Long Ling, the grandson of the Third Elder, was Long Heng’s cousin.

If one were to ask who Long Heng’s greatest enemy in the Long Family was, the answer would undoubtedly be Long Ling.

Long Ling was also exceptionally talented, having broken through to the Venerable Realm at a young age. However, he had always been overshadowed by Long Heng, unable to step into the spotlight.

"Fourth Brother, why didn’t you let me know you were back? I would have come to greet you."

"No need to trouble yourself, Eighth Brother. I’m a bit tired. If there’s nothing else, you may leave."

An Expulsion Order.

Long Heng despised his Eighth Brother. He issued the Expulsion Order before Long Ling could even speak, which seemed to catch Long Ling completely off guard. He just stood there, stunned.

"Eighth Young Master, he’s disrespecting you."

"Eighth Young Master, stop wasting your breath on him. Just beat him up."

Lackeys thriving on borrowed power.

Long Ling waved his hand and sneered, "Long Heng, I came to see you out of the kindness of my heart, yet you tell me to leave. It seems this time..."

"Please."

Without giving Long Ling a chance to speak, Long Heng once again ordered him to leave. This time, Long Ling felt utterly humiliated. Being dismissed twice in a row... this was the last straw. It was simply intolerable.

"Long Heng, you shameless bastard! Who the hell do you think you are? In my eyes, you’re nothing but trash. Trash, you understand?"

For years, Long Ling had been completely overshadowed by Long Heng, unable to get ahead. But ever since Long Heng’s Cultivation stagnated three years ago, Long Ling had started causing trouble for him at every opportunity.

Long Ling’s goal was simple: to crush the so-called "super genius" who had always kept him down. Only by stomping Long Heng into the dust could he feel a sense of accomplishment.

That was why, the moment Long Ling heard Long Heng had returned, he dropped everything and rushed over. He wanted to be the first to trample all over the former genius.

Long Heng knew full well what Long Ling was thinking.

But Long Heng didn’t want any trouble. After all, Long Ling’s father was his own uncle, and Long Ling was the Third Elder’s grandson. For a number of reasons, he didn’t want to get entangled with him.

"I won’t see you out."

Just as Long Heng was about to turn and leave, Long Ling’s expression turned cold. Suddenly, he lunged forward, his fists smashing toward Long Heng.

Long Heng never expected Long Ling to attack him at that moment. Caught completely off guard, he didn’t even have a chance to react before Long Ling’s fists sent him flying.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale. Fortunately, Long Heng was stronger than Long Ling. Otherwise, that single attack would have been enough to kill him.

"Long Ling, you..."

"Trash! Shut your mouth! Weren’t you so arrogant just now?"

Not giving Long Heng a chance to speak, Long Ling continued his tirade. "Long Heng, I’ve waited twenty long years for this moment! I’m telling you, even if I broke both your arms and legs right now, no one would say a word. Do you believe me?"

Staring intently at his cousin, Long Heng’s heart turned to ice.

’This is family?’

’Is this what you call family?’

Long Heng had no doubt that what Long Ling said was true. He was no longer the celebrated genius from three years ago. Back then, he was met with flattery wherever he went. Now, all he received was mockery, contempt, and disdain.

Because of this, Long Heng knew one thing for certain: if something were to happen to him now, the family might not even bother to investigate.

Under normal circumstances, someone with Long Heng’s strength would be highly valued anywhere. But Long Heng’s starting point had been so high that once he stopped progressing, everyone concluded that he was a failure.

"Long Ling, you’re courting death."

"Hahaha! Long Heng, do you really think you’re the same man you were three years ago?"

After three loud laughs, Long Ling, no longer seeing Long Heng as a threat, lunged forward without another word. Every move was vicious, every strike aimed to kill.

Long Ling wasn’t holding back in the slightest; he wanted nothing more than to kill Long Heng on the spot.

Though severely injured, Long Heng grit his teeth against the waves of weakness wracking his body. Even so, he met every move with a counter. The more this went on, the angrier Long Ling became. After all, even in this state, he still wasn’t a match for his opponent.

Long Heng wasn’t using his full strength. ’You may be ruthless, but I can’t be dishonorable,’ he thought. Because of this self-restraint, he was constantly on the defensive and took several hits. If this continued, he would eventually be beaten to death by Long Ling.

"If you want to be trash forever, then don’t ever fight back."

Hearing Long Ao’s voice, Long Heng’s body suddenly trembled.

His eyes suddenly turned cold. ’I don’t want to be trash forever. Right now, Long Ling is pressing me with vicious, deadly moves. The slightest mistake and he’ll kill me.’

’I treated him like a brother, but he treats me like garbage.’

At this thought, Long Heng finally exploded. Seemingly forgetting the searing pain in his body, he shot both fists out with vicious force.

Although both Long Heng and Long Ling were Peak Venerables, the difference in their actual strength was immense. In just ten moves, Long Heng slammed Long Ling to the ground. In the end, however, he couldn’t bring himself to land a killing blow.

"Long Heng, you piece of trash! If you dare to hurt me in the slightest, I’ll make you regret it!"

"Long Heng, if you want to escape your current predicament, you first have to prove to yourself that you are not trash. Otherwise, you’ll never overcome this mental block, and your Cultivation will never break through."

CREAK. The door opened, and Long Ao slowly walked out. His face was devoid of expression, as if killing someone was the simplest thing in the world.

Long Ao had long grown accustomed to such scenes; he seemed numb to it all.

"Kid, who are you?"

Looking at the youth who had suddenly appeared, Long Ling was quite sure he didn’t recognize him. But here on Cloud Island, never mind a nobody, even members of the Ye Family and the Wang Family wouldn’t dare to provoke the Long Family so easily.

"Who I am is none of your damn business. All this whining and posturing... you’re just a dog banking on its master’s power. Count yourself lucky I’m not killing you today."

"You..."

SLAP! Before Long Ling could finish his sentence, a resounding slap sent his head spinning.

Clutching his left cheek, his face a mask of disbelief, Long Ling couldn’t fathom that Long Heng had actually dared to slap him. He roared, "Long Heng, I’m going to fucking kill you!"

"Kill me?"

Long Heng snorted coldly. Things had already come to this; he could no longer contain his rage. He began slapping Long Ling with both hands, back and forth. Within seconds, Long Ling’s face was swollen like a pig’s head, and his few lackeys were so scared they nearly pissed their pants.

"Long Ling, you listen to me and listen well. From this day forward, you’d better not provoke me again. Otherwise, next time, I’ll take your life."