The Wealthy Son-in-law Is Back

The blade struck his fist, causing sparks to fly in all directions, producing the sound of metal clashing.    

A huge force was transmitted through the blade, causing his hand to go numb and instantly split open. He was almost unable to hold onto the blade.    

How was this possible?    

Zhuh Dao's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Only now did he see clearly the finger tiger on the bald man's fist.    

"Kill!"    

"Bang!"    

"Bang!"    

"Bang!"    

Sounds of fighting could be heard from the side. The fifty elites that he brought along were like broken dolls as they were sent flying everywhere.    

Blood was left all over the ground and there was no way for them to fight back at all.    

"Experts, these people are all experts who can fight against a hundred alone!"    

Zhuh Dao could even see the cheers on their faces. This wasn't a battle, but a one-sided massacre!    

"Run!"    

If they didn't run now, it would be too late.    

When all of them surrounded him, he wouldn't be able to escape even if he had wings!    

"You want to escape? I haven't had enough fun yet, where can I escape to!?"    

The baldy was very unhappy.    

Whoosh!    

His fist carried with it the whistling sound of the wind as it directly smashed over.    

Daring to cause trouble in Cloud City, wasn't this courting death?    

The baldy's fist was extremely fierce. Every punch collided with the long blade. Zhuh Dao's path was blocked, and he was forced to counterattack. Gradually, he became angry.    

“!”    

“!”    

“!”    

The bald man's eyes became brighter and brighter.    

Awesome!    

After so many battles, he finally met an opponent who was on par with him. Finally, he could have a good time and bring out all of his strength without holding back.    

Unlike the other warriors, the members of Heavenly Wolf Team had an average score in every aspect. They had broken through the chains not in a certain aspect, but in all aspects.    

As the captain of the Heavenly Wolf Team, Baldy was the best of the best.    

"Die!"    

At this moment, Zhuh Dao no longer hid anything. He unleashed all of his strength without holding anything back.    

This slash was extremely fast.    

"Break for me!"    

The baldy roared angrily and activated his combat technique. His right arm suddenly expanded by a circle.    

“!”    

The finger tiger faced the long blade. The incomparably powerful force instantly broke the blade.    

The tyrannical force flowed along the blade into Zhuh Dao's wrist.    

The web between his thumb and forefinger split open, and fresh blood flowed out. He could no longer hold the hilt of the blade, and the broken blade flew away.    

His right hand kept trembling, and he could not even clench his fist.    

Dingli, who was standing at the side, brought his little brother and hid far away. They didn't even have the qualifications to participate in a battle of this level.    

Strong, he was just too strong!    

Dingli's blood was boiling. It would be great if they also had such powerful strength.    

Soon, the battle at the side ended. The people Zhuh Dao brought with him either had their hands cut off or their legs broken. All of them were lying on the ground and wailing.    

"I admit..."    

Before he could finish the word lose, the bald man's iron fist had already smashed into his face.    

Puff!    

Fresh blood mixed with broken teeth sprayed out.    

Crack! Crack!    

Another two punches directly broke both of his hands.    

Ah!    

A miserable scream came out from his mouth.    

The baldy sent him flying with a whip kick and broke his legs.    

Ten moves. The baldy used ten moves and crippled him.    

Zhuh Dao's face was full of fear. He never would have thought that the tiny Cloud City had so many hidden dragons and crouching tigers. There were actually so many experts!    

His heart was filled with extreme fear.    

"You... you..."    

Baldy was too lazy to listen to him. He waved his hand, "Take him away!"    

"Dingli, clean up the scene."    

"Yes, Brother Baldy!"    

Dingli looked at him with admiration.    

Soon, Zhuh Dao, who looked like a dead dog, was brought to an underground warehouse. His broken limbs were locked by thick iron chains.    

"Who are you? What are you doing in Cloud City?"    

The baldy said coldly, "If you don't want to die, say it!"    

"Hehe..."    

Zhuh Dao's face was covered in blood, and his smile was very ferocious, "It's funny that you guys still don't know that you have provoked a huge trouble. Do you guys know who I am?"    

"How dare you kill me? All of you will die!"    

The only response he got was the cold and bald finger tiger.    

"Bang!"    

"Bang!"    

"Bang!"    

With a few punches from the baldy, Zhuh Dao started vomiting blood. This was because he had withdrawn his strength, or else a single punch would have killed him.    

"Captain, this kid is quite resistant to punches. He's much more interesting than punching sandbags. Let's give it a try!"    

"Alright, then you guys can take turns!"    

Zhuh Dao could not help but tremble when he saw that they were actually starting to line up and were preparing to take turns beating him up.    

These bastards, his body was covered with injuries. How could he still be alive after a few more punches?    

"I'm warning you all... Stop now, or you will all..."    

"Ah!"    

No one cared about what he said, and no one cared about his identity. All of them excitedly rushed over and treated him like a human punching bag.    

"I beg of you, stop hitting me..."    

No one paid attention to his pleas. Fists rained down on his body like raindrops.    

Zhuh Dao had never dreamt that he would actually die in a small place like Cloud City, and even become a punching bag.    

He was Zhuh Zhishan's only son, the strongest maniac of the youth generation. He was reputed to be the genius who had the highest chance of breaking through the third chain.    

His life had just begun, and before he could even show it, he had already died in Cloud City, and his limbs had been crippled.    

He was very powerful, and was far more resilient than ordinary people.    

These people were demons, abnormal beings. Their fists were painful and heart-wrenching, but they wouldn't hurt his true foundation.    

He did not know how many punches he had received. There was not a single part of his body that did not feel pain.    

He even suspected that all of the bones in his body had shattered.    

"Let me go... quickly let me go..."    

He shouted weakly.    

Even so, he did not reveal his true identity.    

The biggest reason was that he didn't dare to say it.