Yang Zisong’s face instantly turned grim as he said coldly, "Zhao, this is not your Song Family’s place. If you dare to make trouble again, do you believe I won’t let you leave through this door?"
Zhao Ya sighed lightly, "After all is said and done, you’re still not willing to come and take it?"
"What a joke. Just because you tell me to come over, I should? Why should I listen to you?" Yang Zisong sneered.
Zhao Ya nodded, "Alright then, since you’re not willing to come over, I’ll bring it to you."
With that said, Zhao Ya took a step forward, his whole body darting toward Yang Zisong like an arrow from a bowstring.
The manor guards of the Yang family were shocked. Some stood in front of Yang Zisong trying to block Zhao Ya’s way.
To this, Zhao Ya didn’t even throw a punch, he just charged straight through.
Ever since he began practicing the Golden Body Technique, Zhao Ya’s strength had been increasing day by day. Although he didn’t throw a punch, just relying on his body, he was like a human tank, knocking all the people blocking him flying away.
Seeing that he was about to reach Yang Zisong, at this moment, someone shouted loudly.
"How dare you, rascal!"
With the voice, a figure rushed into the scene at a fast speed, throwing a punch directly at Zhao Ya.
This punch was extremely powerful, as if it was going to crush Zhao Ya with one blow.
Zhao Ya, however, did not dodge or evade, and likewise formed his hand into a fist, throwing a punch.
With a dull thud, the two fists collided solidly together.
The newcomer grunted and then staggered back three steps.
In contrast, Zhao Ya only had a slight shoulder tremble, making it clear who was stronger and who was weaker.
It was at this time Zhao Ya clearly saw who the newcomer was.
This was a middle-aged man, robust, with a square face, exuding quite an extraordinary aura.
And from the punch just now, he should also be a Martial Artist of the Third Realm.
However, at this moment, the man’s expression was extremely unsightly, staring at Zhao Ya with shock and apprehension in his eyes.
He was the Yang family’s Commander of Guards, named Zhou Chuan.
Just a moment ago, he heard from his subordinates that people from the Song family were causing trouble at the gate, so he hurried over.
Coincidentally, upon arriving at the front courtyard, he saw Zhao Ya rushing toward Yang Zisong, and in a moment of urgency, he shouted, then charged into the scene and exchanged a punch with Zhao Ya.
He originally thought that even if this punch couldn’t take the young man’s life, it would force him back.
Unexpectedly, it was he who was shaken back instead.
At this moment, Zhou Chuan only felt his fist burning, his whole arm slightly numb, becoming more and more shocked in his heart.
When did the Song family have such a young expert?
"And who are you?" Zhao Ya said coldly.
This middle-aged man had rushed into the scene and thrown a punch as soon as he arrived; had it been someone else, they might already be lying down, so naturally, Zhao Ya had no good impression of this Zhou Chuan.
"I am Zhou Chuan, Commander of Guards of the Yang family. Who are you?"
"Coincidentally, I am also a Commander of Guards, but of the Song family!" as he spoke, Zhao Ya raised his hand and pointed at Yang Zisong hiding behind Zhou Chuan.
"Step aside, I have a matter to discuss with him."
Zhou Chuan sneered, "Do you think that’s possible?"
Just as he finished speaking, Zhao Ya had already rushed close to him.
Zhou Chuan’s pupils shrank instantly.
Because Zhao Ya’s speed was too fast, so fast that he almost couldn’t react.
However, being a Third Realm expert after all, he still had strength.
Zhou Chuan’s left leg suddenly lifted, carrying the sound of the wind as it kicked toward Zhao Ya’s right waist.
This kick was powerful and fierce; if it really hit Zhao Ya, he would either die or be crippled.
Zhao Ya, however, didn’t even blink, his body leaned forward, gently stretched his arm, catching Zhou Chuan’s shoulders in the nick of time, then performed the Great Stone-Throwing Hand.
Boom!
With a loud crash, Zhou Chuan was slammed onto the ground, making the whole doorway tremble.
Zhou Chuan wasn’t one to hold back, fainting on the spot.
This scene shocked everyone.
Especially Yang Zisong, who was almost scared to the point of stumbling to the ground.
When Zhao Ya turned around to look at him, Yang Zisong hurriedly said, "I... I’ll take it, I’ll take it, alright?"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Ya shook his head, "You’re too late. Earlier I asked if you’d take it and you didn’t. Now, to take it, you’ll have to pay a price!"
As he spoke, Zhao Ya grabbed Yang Zisong by the collar.
Yang Zisong, scared pale, shouted, "You’ve hit so many people already, can’t you just not hit me?"
"It’s the easiest thing!"
With that, Zhao Ya raised his hand and gave Yang Zisong a slap.
Smack!
The slap was extremely loud, and Yang Zisong’s face instantly became red and swollen.
"Ah ah ah I’m the young master of the Yang family, don’t you fear igniting a dispute between our two families by acting like this?"
Zhao Ya, however, didn’t pay any attention to these words, raising his hand to give another slap, then said calmly.
"These two slaps are on behalf of my family’s eldest young miss, and besides, you need to get it straight, it’s your Yang family who wants to ignite a dispute. I don’t believe you concocted this thing on your own."
Yang Zisong, beaten until he was black and blue, his gaze wandering after hearing Zhao Ya’s questioning, stammered and dared not speak.
Zhao Ya released his grip, tossing him on the ground as if discarding trash, then threw the betrothal contract onto him.
"I’m really curious about what benefits the Hong family promised you, to make you do such things. The principle of common danger evidently you guys truly don’t understand!"
After finishing this sentence, Zhao Ya glanced at the luxurious Yang family manor before him, coldly chuckled, then turned to his subordinates and said.
"Let’s go!"
Then he swaggered away.
The Yang Family’s guards and manor guards did not dare to stop him.
What a joke, even Commander Zhou Chuan was lying on the ground unconscious, who would dare to cause trouble?
It wasn’t until Zhao Ya had gone far that Yang Zisong suddenly seemed to remember something and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Someone, carry me to see my father!"
The Yang Family was once again in a flurry of activity, meanwhile, Zhao Ya and his men returned to the Song Family.
Along the way, these Song Family guards looked at Zhao Ya as if he were an immortal.
When Zhao Ya first became the guard commander, these guards didn’t dare to say anything on the surface, but in their hearts, they were a bit unconvinced.
In their view, how could a young lad, barely out of diapers, even with some skills, qualify to be the commander of a house?
Until today, Zhao Ya punched open the Yang Family’s gate, knocked their guard commander unconscious in front of everyone in the Yang Family, and then slapped Yang Zisong twice.
This series of actions could no longer be described as just showing off dominance; it was downright oozing it everywhere.
Only then were these guards completely won over by Zhao Ya.
Upon returning to the Song Family, Zhao Ya reported the events at the Yang Family to Song Linqing and Song Peiwan.
When he mentioned slapping Yang Zisong twice in public, before Song Peiwan could say anything, Song Linqing was already laughing heartily.
"Hahaha, well done! That brat deserved it."
Song Linqing was extremely pleased, feeling like a weight had been lifted from his chest.
As for whether they would offend the Yang Family...
From the moment the Yang Family sent the letter of divorce, it no longer mattered whether they were offended or not.
On the side, Song Peiwan wasn’t too excited but just smiled at Zhao Ya, her eyes flickering as if pondering something.
After Song Linqing finished laughing, Zhao Ya said, "Patriarch, I suspect the Hong Family instigated this, but I don’t know what conditions they offered the Yang Family to make them do such a foolish thing."
"Now that the Song and Yang Families’ alliance has become a pipe dream, I believe the Hong Family will soon make a move, so we must prepare in advance and be on guard."
Hearing Zhao Ya’s words, Song Linqing nodded, "I understand all of this, Yang Sansi is shortsighted and easily swayed by the benefits from the Hong Family, which is not surprising."
Yang Sansi is the patriarch of the Yang Family, Yang Zisong’s father.
"Although our Song Family isn’t as strong as the Hong Family, if the Hong Family thinks of us as meat to be carved at will, they’re sorely mistaken."
With that, Song Linqing patted Zhao Ya on the shoulder, "Come, I’ll take you to a place."
Zhao Ya followed Song Linqing to the central area of the Song Family Manor.
This place was heavily guarded, and even as the guard commander, Zhao Ya wouldn’t be able to enter without a passage order signed by the patriarch.
Led by Song Linqing, Zhao Ya passed through layers of checkpoints and finally arrived in front of a courtyard.
This courtyard was quite large, with two martial artists in black armor standing at the entrance.
Upon seeing these two warriors, even the battle-hardened Zhao Ya couldn’t help but be startled.
Because these two had burly physiques, and although their strength seemed to only be in the Second Realm, the murderous aura surrounding them was as if it were tangible.
Moreover, their armor was solid and intricate, definitely not ordinary items.
Clearly, these two were seasoned warriors; although their Martial Dao realm was not too high, Zhao Ya believed their combat power would be exceptionally formidable.
Upon seeing Song Linqing, the two Black Armored Warriors nodded slightly and then stepped aside.
After entering the courtyard, an even more astonishing scene unfolded.
This vast courtyard was filled with many constructions resembling large sheds.
Many people were coming and going, evidently very busy.
"This is our Song Family’s exotic beast breeding greenhouse, come!"
Song Linqing led Zhao Ya into one of the large sheds.
Despite it being the dead of winter outside, the temperature inside was very high.
Inside the greenhouse, a space was sectioned off with a fence, covered with black things.
At this moment, these black things were slightly wriggling.
Upon closer inspection, the wriggling things underneath were actually earthworms.
Zhao Ya realized that the earthworm dried meat he previously ate came from here.
Although Song Linqing arrived, those busy in the greenhouse paid him no heed and continued with their work.
Song Linqing did not disturb them but instead spoke with a hint of pride, "Ya, these greenhouses are our Song Family’s greatest wealth, and these people here enjoy the best treatment, which they certainly deserve."
Zhao Ya nodded, but there was still doubt in his heart.
These exotic beast breeding greenhouses were indeed a significant asset, and surely the Hong Family was coveting the Song Family because of this.
But now, thinking about how to deal with the Hong Family, relying solely on this wouldn’t be enough.
Seeming to notice Zhao Ya’s doubt, Song Linqing smiled, "Let’s go, I’ll take you to another place."
Beyond the exotic beast breeding greenhouses was a large building.
Even before entering, Zhao Ya could hear faint shouts from inside, as if someone was training.
Zhao Ya’s heart stirred, and he followed Song Linqing into the building, once again being taken aback.
This building was very spacious with a thick stone-paved floor, making it clearly a martial arts training ground.
And on this training ground, there was a small team of Black Armored Warriors practicing.
This squad consisted of no less than forty to fifty people, each with a heavy murderous aura and superior armor like the two standing guard at the gate.
When they assembled into a formation, their imposing manner was downright nerve-wracking.
Song Linqing wore a slightly entranced expression and said proudly, "Do you see? Standing before you is the Song Family’s greatest reliance, the existence that makes various powers wary, the Song Family’s Black Armor Army!"