The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 164 - 161: In the Name of the Qin Family!

"Drag her back!"

Seeing Zhou Yun had gone completely mad, Qin Jun furrowed his brow and commanded the martial artists.

"Yes, Mr. Qin!"

As he spoke, an early-stage Dark Energy martial artist shot forward like an arrow released from its bow.

"Get back!" As the martial artist moved, so did Qin Fan.

He scoffed with arrogant derision.

His body flickered, becoming a fleeting shadow. He sidestepped the lunging Zhou Yun, spun around, and delivered a precise kick to the martial artist’s abdomen.

If it hadn’t been for Zhou Yun’s venomous words, Qin Fan might have considered letting her be dragged away. But some words seal one’s fate. From the moment this shrew opened her mouth, she was doomed!

BANG!

A dull thud resounded from the martial artist’s stomach. He didn’t even see Qin Fan’s movement before his body went light, and he was sent flying straight out the door.

"We’ve run into an expert! Attack!" Without waiting for Qin Jun’s command, the other martial artists stiffened and shouted in unison. A moment later, they cast all else aside in the narrow space. With a WHOOSH, they formed an encirclement and lunged at Qin Fan.

"Trash who’ve barely entered the realm of Dark Energy dare to act so high and mighty? You’re like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—utterly overestimating your own strength!"

Qin Fan sneered with contempt. He gave them no chance to get close. His body spun in a sudden, violent blur.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

In the blink of an eye, the sounds of impact filled the small hall. One by one, the martial artists—some at the peak of Ming Energy, others in the initial stage of Dark Energy—were sent flying out the door with muffled groans.

The experts Qin Jun had brought had become trash, sent tumbling into the stairwell in less than three breaths! In that fleeting moment, Qin Jun saw nothing clearly. His so-called experts had become a complete joke.

After repelling the martial artists, Qin Fan didn’t even spare Qin Jun a glance. He turned and shot out a hand, grabbing Zhou Yun, who was stunned speechless by the turn of events. He raised his other hand and viciously slapped it across her face, which was so well-maintained it could have belonged to a woman in her thirties.

SLAP—!!!

The crisp sound shattered the dead silence.

Blood immediately began to seep from the corners of Zhou Yun’s mouth. The side of her face where the slap had landed started to swell rapidly.

"Tell me," Qin Fan said with a cold laugh, "what gives you the right to wish me dead?"

"You, you, you—!" Caught in a sudden wave of terror, Zhou Yun forgot the searing pain, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at Qin Fan.

Is this that same useless coward, more timid than any woman? Or is this all a dream, a hallucination?

"It seems you’re still not awake," Qin Fan said, before slapping her again with all his might.

CRACK!

This time, blood didn’t just seep from her mouth; it sprayed out!

"Fan!"

"Fan!"

"Damn it, stop!"

Qin Chu, his wife, and Qin Jun all cried out at once.

"WAAAH—!!!" Zhou Yun burst into tears. She felt half her face go completely numb. Her mouth twitching, she shrieked, "Qin Jun, are you a man or not?! Are you?!"

"Don’t be so anxious. I’ll settle the score with each and every one of you. And I’m starting with you! Kneel. Kneel before my mother!"

With an indifferent chuckle, Qin Fan mercilessly dragged Zhou Yun forward, wrenching her around by the back of her neck to face Wei Shuying.

"My dear second aunt, try to remember. Think back on all those years in the Qin household. Think about how you treated my mother! Surely you haven’t forgotten!" Qin Fan’s lips curled into an icy smile. He growled, "Kneel!"

"In your dreams! In your dreams! Qin Jun, you’re not a man! This bastard crippled our son’s leg, and now your wife is being humiliated, and you just stand there! You’re not a man! You’re not a man!" Zhou Yun struggled futilely, screaming hysterically.

"Fan, what is going on? What in the world is happening?! Second... Mr. Qin, what could have possibly happened to make you show up at our door?!"

This sudden, nightmare-like scene left Qin Chu utterly bewildered. He trembled as he shouted his questions, his voice filled with anxiety and confusion.

"Qin Fan!!!" Qin Jun roared, his knuckles cracking as his hands clenched into fists. "In the name of the Qin family, I’m warning you—you are courting death!"

Oh?

Qin Fan let out a derisive chuckle. He turned his head. "The name of the Qin family? Are you trying to scare me?" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

After another scornful laugh, he tightened his grip on Zhou Yun’s neck, showing no mercy despite her being nearly fifty years old. "Kneel!" he commanded.

"Fan, that’s enough! Enough! Let go, please let go! What on earth happened? Can’t you just tell us clearly? Please!" Wei Shuying was frantic. Her whole body trembled violently as she rushed forward to pry Qin Fan’s hand away.

She knew all too well what the name "Qin family" represented in Jiangzhou. And now, her son was recklessly torturing Zhou Yun. He was about to bring the sky crashing down!

"Mom, have you forgotten all those years? When we were kicked out of the Qin family, when I was called a useless coward... I didn’t hate them for that. I really didn’t! What I hate is how the Qin family treated you and Dad. How this bitch once used a formation to torture you, how she cut you with shards of glass, how she framed you time and time again! All of her evil deeds... I know you haven’t forgotten, and I could never forget! Today, since she came knocking on our door, she will kneel before you and repent! Repent!"

As he spoke, the flames of rage and resentment he had buried deep in his heart finally erupted.

He turned from Wei Shuying back to the woman in his grasp. "Are you going to fucking kneel or not?!" Qin Fan roared, his hand forcing Zhou Yun’s head down.

"Qin Fan, if you have the guts, then kill me! Me, kneel to scum like you? In your dreams!" Seemingly clueless about the price of her defiance, Zhou Yun shrieked, her voice thick with blood.

"No, no, Fan! Listen to me, let go! Please, let go!" At this critical juncture, Wei Shuying had no time to reminisce. Terrified, she tugged frantically at Qin Fan’s hand, on the verge of tears.

The Qin family was not an entity they could afford to provoke; she had always kept that fact in mind. Did she hate the Qin family? Yes. She hated them with every fiber of her being. But she knew that no matter how deep the hatred ran, it had to remain hidden.

She never expected Qin Fan to court death like this—first the conflict with Qin Shuai at Fushan Yunju, and now torturing Zhou Yun in such a manner. Wei Shuying didn’t dare to even imagine the consequences.

"You won’t kneel? Is that it? Fine, I’ll help you!" Ignoring his mother’s frantic pulling, Qin Fan sneered.

He lifted his foot and kicked the back of Zhou Yun’s knees with vicious force.

THUD!

A heavy sound echoed as her body hit the floor.

With a piercing scream, Zhou Yun fell helplessly to her knees. As she fell, Qin Fan finally let go, pulled away by Wei Shuying.

"Qin Chu, very good. Excellent. This is the fine son you’ve raised! Qin Shuai is still lying in the hospital with a crippled leg and a shattered knee, and now my wife, Zhou Yun, is being tortured by your good son! From this moment on, I, Qin Jun, declare a feud to the death with your family! This won’t end until one of us is dead!"

Faced with Qin Fan’s sudden and terrifying display of skill, Qin Jun restrained the last shred of his reason and didn’t charge forward. But the veins on his neck bulged, thick and savage, and every muscle in his face twitched uncontrollably.

After his hysterical, savage roar, he pulled out his phone.