Primordial Cultivator - Chapter 362: Exclusive Massage

Yang Wei’s announcement was like a sharp arrow, piercing through every skin and fiber from the Purple Scorpion Sect.

Not only did Yang Wei humiliate them, but he was also sneering at their strength.

They were powerful cultivators as well in their sect and to be called a training partner for him to test out his new moves, they were infuriated.

“Hmph, I shall beat the crap out of him.” One of the disciples could no longer endure the humiliation as he tried to rush onto the stage.

However, Elder Jang quickly stopped him for a moment.

“Disciple Di Zhou, don’t let anger get to you. Du Chen suffered a miserable defeat because he underestimated the power of Yang Wei.” Elder Jang said.

“This disciple understands what to do, Elder Jang. I will fight with my full power.” Di Zhou replied as he exuded a profound aura.

Seeing his determination, Elder Jang nodded his head.

“Good, smother the crap out of Yang Wei. No one can survive after humiliating our Purple Scorpion Sect.” Elder Jang shouted.

With that said, Di Zhou kicked the ground as he propelled himself toward the stage.

“I’ll be your opponent, Yang Wei.” Di Zhou said in a menacing tone.

Yang Wei chuckled softly as he glanced at Di Zhou.

“And who are you?” Yang Wei asked. “Actually, never mind, I have no interest in knowing your name since you’ll be leaving the stage fairly soon.”

Di Zhou was enraged when Yang Wei didn’t even bat an eyelid on him.

He was stronger than Di Chen yet Yang Wei still gave him zero respect.

“Go to hell!” With anger brimming his eyes, Di Zhou had quickly forgotten the words Elder Jang had said as he charged after Yang Wei.

‘Haa… this is why I love cultivators. Always caring about their superficial face and being humiliated angers them to no end.’ Yang Wei laughed inwardly as he easily dodged Di Zhou’s strike.

Di Zhou continued to attack Yang Wei to no end, and occasionally, he would try to poison Yang Wei.

Alas, everything was futile since Yang Wei’s resistance to poison had increased dramatically after fusing with Zhu Wenqian’s Saint Blood.

Thus, even if Di Zhou’s poison somehow landed on Yang Wei, it would quickly get purified.

‘Why are all my moves not working?’ Di Zhou cursed silently as he tried to increase his power forcefully to destroy Yang Wei.

The crowd was also cheering extremely loud when they finally saw an action-packed fight.

Time slowly passed by, and Yang Wei hadn’t even received a scratch.

In fact, Di Zhou’s stamina could be visibly seen decreasing with each passing time.

Meanwhile, Yang Wei’s stamina was still filled to the brim as this kind of fight was a piece of cake for him.

After all, the training from Senior Fan Ping could be described as hellish.

However, the hellish training method had worked perfectly as Yang Wei had turned stronger than before.

“I guess it’s time for me to attack, right?” Yang Wei smirked cheekily as he flicked his hand.

Spiritualized Spears soon appeared at his will.

Di Zhou started panicking when he witnessed the spiritualized spear. He had seen how much Du Chen had struggled against it, so he wouldn’t dare to treat the technique lightly.

“Damn it, I’ll kill you.” Di Zhou screamed as he retrieved a pill and consumed it.

Yang Wei snickered coldly when he saw that.

“Aiyah, the Purple Scorpion Sect are truly shameless. Unable to defeat me with their own strength so now they have to rely on pills to fight. If others don’t know, they would have thought the Purple Scorpion Sect only has sick disciples.” Yang Wei laughed wickedly.

He was returning the words Du Chen had uttered previously back to them.

“Let’s go Senior Brother Yang Wei. Slaughter the heck out of the Purple Scorpion Sect.”

“Senior Brother Yang Wei is too awesome. The Purple Scorpion Sect is now a laughing stock.”

The Swift Feather Wind Sect disciples cheered loudly as they witnessed Yang Wei getting revenge for them in a grand and mighty manner.

The momentum of Yang Wei was so fierce that even the crowd got all agitated as they began screaming and cheering for Yang Wei.

“Thank you everyone for the support.” Yang Wei cupped his fist toward everyone while ignoring Di Zhou.

“As much as I want to give my thanks even further, I still need to thrash my opponent. Thus, my gifts to you people in return is a spectacular finish.” Yang Wei promised the crowd as he snapped his finger.

A powerful surge of energy erupted from Yang Wei as he activated his movement technique.

With an explosive step, Yang Wei quickly closed the distance between him and Di Zhou.

“Good night, little kid.” Yang Wei smirked as he slammed his palm at Di Zhou’s stomach, causing the inside of his internal organs to swirl around.

Di Zhou vomited a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying back.

His figure collided with the stage and just when he was about to be knocked off the stage, Yang Wei appeared behind him as he kicked his back extremely hard.

BAM!

Di Zhou was once again knocked back onto the stage as he started rolling around.

“Sorry, but the crowd doesn’t want to see a victory like that. I would rather beat you into a pulp than let you off the stage that easily.” Yang Wei chuckled as he stretched his neck slightly.

Di Zhou gnashed his teeth in anger as he tried to get back up on his feet.

Alas, the damage done by Yang Wei had caused him to be unable to stand up.

The palm strike Yang Wei did to his stomach was still churning at this moment and he felt an excruciating amount of pain.

With Di Zhou laying on the floor, Yang Wei decided to give him a good massage.

“Here’s a special message created exclusively for the Purple Scorpion Sect… The shoe massage.” Yang Wei said as he stomped his shoe at Di Zhou’s face.

Grinding his teeth off with his shoe, Di Zhou’s face soon turned into a bloody mess.

The scene was extremely gory but the crowd was more excited by such a scene than terrified.

After all, they had never expected to see Yang Wei being this ruthless and cruel toward his opponent.

Not to mention, it was satisfying to put the arrogant Purple Scorpion Sect down a notch.

Powerhouse Sect?

What a joke. In front of Yang Wei, the Purple Scorpion Sect could only cower beneath him.

Sometime later, Di Zhou had lost consciousness due to the constant torture from Yang Wei.

“The winner is Yang Wei.” Grand Elder Huo quickly announced as he utilized some of his spiritual qi to create some distance between Yang Wei and Di Zhou.

If it weren’t for Meng Yan, Grand Elder Huo would have long stopped the fight to prevent further damage and injuries.

Meanwhile, Elder Jang quickly dashed toward the stage as he checked on Di Zhou’s injuries.

Although Di Zhou was still breathing, he was barely hanging on a thin line.

“Yang Wei, how could you be this vicious.” Elder Jang roared as he glared at Yang Wei.

Yang Wei shrugged his shoulders.

“Vicious? How do you expect one to hold back their strength when they are in a competition?”

“Don’t give me that crap, Yang Wei. Di Zhou had already lost when he was about to be knocked off the stage. Yet, you forcefully kicked him back on the stage to humiliate him and inflict even more damage.”

“Old man, your words are truly hilarious. You had just said he was ‘about to’… that means Di Zhou is still on the stage and I will not relax until the winner has been announced.”

Elder Jang twitched his mouth as he really wanted to strike against Yang Wei.

However, he dared not to make a move because he could tell Grand Elder Huo would definitely stop him.

The scene had turned awkward when Elder Jang didn’t know what to do next.

Suddenly, a new voice intervened and Yang Wei couldn’t help but smile blissfully at this person.

“Elder Jang, if your sect could not afford to witness your disciples getting destroyed. You might as well forfeit here and not waste anyone’s time.” Jing Feng said calmly as she appeared behind Yang Wei.

“You-” Elder Jang pointed his finger angrily as he wished to strangle Jing Feng to death.

Although there was no evidence of their grand elder’s death being related to Jing Feng, Elder Jang was pretty sure that Jing Feng was the murderer of their sect during the mysterious realm.

Thus, whenever he saw Jing Feng’s face, he would remember their debt of blood.

Meanwhile, Jing Feng ignored the fierce glint from Elder Jang as she cupped her fist toward Grand Elder Huo.

“Grand Elder Huo, I suggest you disqualify the Purple Scorpion Sect since their elder is a sore loser. Time and time again, he had threatened and even tried to attack my disciples after suffering a major defeat.” Jing Feng said, purposely provoking Elder Jang.