"Rong Haodong, what do you want?"
Hearing Rong Haodong's words, Yang Ce's expression turned extremely grim.
"What do I want? Don't you understand?"
Rong Haodong chuckled, "Because of you and Shen Lang, this young master has been humiliated repeatedly. Shen Lang hasn't arrived yet, so I'll collect some interest from you now."
"If the renowned King of Nanling were to become a eunuch, and there were videos to prove it, it would surely be a sensation, wouldn't it?"
Rong Haodong laughed sinisterly and perversely. "Don't worry, this young master majored in photography in college. Although I don't have a camera now, I can still capture epic shots with my phone."
With that, Rong Haodong took out his latest smartphone, opened the camera, started recording, and then said to the old monk, "Master, I'm ready. Now, begin your performance."
"Young Master Rong, rest assured, I will not disappoint you."
The old monk let out a hearty laugh. Then, a thin, long, and narrow knife slid out from his sleeve. He said to Rong Haodong, "Young Master Rong, before I entered the Buddhist order, I worked at a pig farm, specializing in castration. Although I haven't done it in years, my skills are still quite adept."
As he spoke, the old monk looked at Yang Ce and said, "Don't worry. The blade in my hand has castrated countless pigs. It's sharp enough to cut through iron, and blood does not stain its edge. I guarantee it will be over without any pain."
After speaking, the old monk took a step towards Yang Ce, his smile chillingly terrifying.
"This is too much. I will never surrender passively."
Seeing the old monk approaching, Yang Ce, who had lost a leg, did not choose to wait for his doom. With a fierce shout, he drew a Desert Eagle from his waist and emptied its magazine at the old monk.
Yang Ce's movements were swift, but the old monk's reaction was even faster. In an instant, he brandished his small knife, deflecting all the bullets aimed at him to the ground.
"Swoosh—"
After knocking down all the bullets, the old monk flicked the small knife from his hand. The next second, the knife pierced Yang Ce's intact ankle, causing Yang Ce to instantly fall to his knees.
"What King of Nanling? In front of this humble monk, you are no different from those pigs waiting to be castrated. No, there is a difference. They can struggle, but you can't even do that."
With that, the old monk placed his left hand on Yang Ce's head, pressing him firmly to the ground. Then, with his right hand, he quickly pulled the small knife from Yang Ce's ankle, eliciting a pained cry from Yang Ce.
However, just as the old monk raised his knife to strike Yang Ce, he suddenly felt a chill blow from behind. Turning his head, he saw an arrow carrying a fierce killing intent flying towards him.
"Hmph—"
The old monk snorted at the sight. Then, he quickly thrust his small knife forward. The next second, the incoming arrow was sliced in half mid-air by the knife, falling to the ground.
"Who is it? How dare you cause trouble at this moment? Are you tired of living?"
Seeing the arrow on the ground, Rong Haodong roared in anger.
Because of this sudden arrow, the old monk's actions were interrupted, and Rong Haodong's filming was also disrupted. His anger was understandable.
However, when Rong Haodong looked at the person who shot the arrow, he was utterly stunned. "Yang Junlin, you trash, how dare you interfere? Are you tired of living?"
Indeed, the one who shot the arrow at the old monk was none other than Yang Ce's son, Yang Junlin.
Yang Junlin was seen holding a recurve bow, with a quiver on his back containing twenty to thirty arrows. His eyes were resolute, and he looked at Rong Haodong, saying, "Rong Haodong, let my father go."
"Let your father go? Kid, who do you think you are, trying to negotiate with this young master?"
Hearing Yang Junlin's words, Rong Haodong burst into laughter. "There are fewer than five people in the entire Dragon Country qualified to negotiate with this young master, and you're not one of them."
"I didn't plan to deal with you, you trash. But since you've come to my doorstep, this young master won't let you go either, especially since you are the mastermind behind my humiliation."
"Master, castrate this kid too. I want to see him live like a dog for the rest of his life."
"Whoosh—"
As soon as Rong Haodong finished speaking, before the old monk could reply, Yang Junlin suddenly drew an arrow from his quiver, nocked it, drew the bowstring, and aimed at Rong Haodong's throat. He shouted, "I may not be qualified to negotiate with you, but my arrow should be. Rong Haodong, if you don't want us to perish together, release my father now."
"Threatening this young master?"
Hearing this, Rong Haodong looked at Yang Junlin and sneered, "Do you really think a bow and an arrow are enough to threaten this young master into releasing him? How naive."
"Son, hurry and leave. You're no match for them."
Seeing Yang Junlin appear, Yang Ce's face changed drastically. He shouted, "Run, run now!"
Yang Ce had witnessed the old monk's terrifying power. Over a hundred people were like ants in his hands. Yang Junlin was no match for the old monk.
Suddenly, Yang Ce remembered the master's prophecy, and his expression grew even more grim.
"Leave? Don't even think about it. Since you're here, you can stay."
The old monk sneered at this. He then charged out rapidly, blocking Rong Haodong, and flicked his dagger. The blade cut through Yang Junlin's bowstring, and the tip of the blade pierced Yang Junlin's shoulder.
"Ah—"
With his shoulder pierced by the blade, Yang Junlin fell to the ground, letting out a painful cry.
"Rong Haodong, don't hurt my son. I beg you, don't hurt my son."
Seeing his son fall, Yang Ce pleaded with Rong Haodong.
"No one can say no to this young master. What this young master wants to do, no one can stop."
Rong Haodong looked at Yang Ce and said with a smile, "I originally wanted to torture you and let your son watch. Now, I've changed my mind. It's more interesting to torture your son and let you watch."
"Master, castrate this kid. Let Yang Ce watch closely."
Rong Haodong waved his hand and said to the old monk.
"Understood. I will resolutely follow Young Master Rong's instructions."
The old monk sneered coldly, then walked towards Yang Junlin. He quickly pulled out the small knife from Yang Junlin's shoulder and then fiercely swung it down towards the area between Yang Junlin's legs.
Seeing this, Yang Ce screamed hoarsely, "No—"
"Swoosh—"
As Yang Ce's voice rang out, a black sword suddenly flew in, precisely striking the dagger from the old monk's hand and knocking it to the ground.
"Who is it?"
Seeing someone disrupting his good deed, Rong Haodong roared.
But before Rong Haodong's words had even fallen, an old man in black had already rushed forward. He kicked the old monk, who hadn't reacted yet, flying away, and then helped Yang Junlin up.
"Grandpa Feng, you're here?"
Seeing the old man in black, Rong Haodong was overjoyed. Yang Ce also saw hope, his eyes lighting up.