After surviving my ordeal, I learned that the school beauty had given birth to twins for me.

Zhang Biao walked forward triumphantly, reaching out a hand to grab Sanhua's neck.

His hands were black and dirty, with dirt under his fingernails, and he was about to touch the calico hair.

"You dare!"

"Don't touch the flowers!"

The two children became anxious.

They remembered their father saying that they should not use magic in front of ordinary people, and that they should not let others know that they could cultivate.

But now Huahua is about to be kidnapped by the bad guys, the old man has been pushed away, and the bad guys want to kill Huahua, so they can't care about anything else!

The brother and sister exchanged a glance, both seeing anxiety in each other's eyes.

At the same time, they calmed themselves down and, following the method their father had taught them, mobilized the warm energy in their dantian, channeling all their spiritual energy to their right hands, and forcefully pushed against Zhang Biao's outstretched hand!

They had only just broken through to the first level of Qi Refining, and this was their first time fighting someone. They were so nervous that their hands were shaking, their eyes were wide open, and they were using all their strength.

I got too nervous and my hand slipped.

Two faint, invisible streams of spiritual energy shot out in a flash, but missed Zhang Biao's hand.

It struck the half-burnt Soul-Locking Talisman in Zhang Biao's other hand, which was still partially burned.

"puff--"

The half of the Soul-Locking Talisman, still emitting black smoke, encountered the purest spiritual energy released by the two children.

It was like snow meeting boiling water; without even a spark, it burned completely, leaving not a trace of ashes.

As soon as the talisman broke, the cold, evil aura that had been clinging to Sanhua vanished without a trace.

"Meow!!"

Sanhua screamed, her limbs went limp, and she tumbled and scrambled off the rock.

Like a little cannonball, it darted into Niannian's arms in a flash, trembling like a leaf, its little head burying itself deeper into Niannian's embrace.

Its claws gripped Nian Nian's clothes tightly, it was so scared it almost lost its soul.

Zhang Biao's outstretched hand grasped at nothing, and he stood there stunned.

He blinked, looked at his empty hands, then at the ashes of the burnt talisman on the ground, and then at the two children holding the cat, completely bewildered.

What happened?

Where is the talisman?

What happened to the soul-locking talisman he bought for five thousand yuan?

How did it suddenly burn out?

Did those two little brats do this?

impossible!

How could two little brats possibly break a master's talisman?

Zhang Biao was both shocked and furious; the fat on his face trembled. Pointing at the two children, he was so angry that he could barely speak.

"Fine...fine! You two little bastards, daring to ruin my plans!"

He was genuinely furious; five thousand yuan!

That's his monthly living expenses!

That's it!

Zhang Biao's eyes reddened. He pulled a switchblade from his pocket, snapped it open, and pointed the gleaming blade at the two children, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace.

"I think you're all tired of living! Today, I'll take care of you and this dead cat together!"

The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, looking particularly frightening.

The two children hugged the cat and took two steps back, but they weren't afraid at all.

They are little monks trained by their father, so they are not afraid of such bad people.

And their dad is right behind them; he'll protect them.

When the surrounding residents saw that Zhang Biao dared to point a switchblade at the child, they immediately erupted in anger.

"What are you doing! You even dared to use a knife!"

"Beat him up!"

"Call the police! Quickly dial 110!"

A few young men, who were on their way home for dinner, saw this and immediately came over with their bicycle locks and beer bottles.

Several retired old men also picked up their canes and small stools, and a dozen or so people gathered around, firmly protecting the two children and Sanhua behind them.

The community security guard also ran over with a rubber baton. Seeing the situation, he immediately took out his phone to dial 110, his hands trembling.

This involves threatening a minor with a weapon; it's a serious case.

Zhang Biao panicked the moment he saw the dozen or so people surrounding him, along with the gleaming sticks and beer bottles.

He's a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong. He usually only dares to bully old men and women or cats. When he encounters a tough opponent, he's more cowardly than anyone else.

But having already made the promise, he couldn't just run away. He could only brandish his switchblade with bluster, shouting louder than anyone else:

"Let me tell you! I know magic! The master I found is very powerful! Whoever comes up here, I'll curse their entire family! I'll make sure your family is destroyed and your family is wiped out!"

He was shouting loudly, but his legs were shaking so badly that his flip-flops almost fell off.

Just as he was shouting the loudest, spittle flying everywhere, he suddenly felt a tightness on the back of his collar.

He felt like a chick being lifted up, his feet instantly leaving the ground. It was as if an iron clamp was gripping the back of his collar, making it impossible for him to move or even breathe.

Zhang Biao kicked wildly in the air like a turtle being hung up, and the switchblade in his hand clattered to the ground.

He turned around with difficulty and saw the young man in the white T-shirt standing behind him, one hand gently lifting the back of his collar.

His face was calm, but his eyes were as cold as ice, looking at him as if he were a dead man.

"You...you let me go!"

Zhang Biao was both shocked and frightened. He flailed his arms and kicked his legs, trying to break free, but the hand was as if it were made of iron, and he couldn't move it at all.

How come he didn't notice how strong this young man was?

He weighed over 150 pounds, and he was lifted up so easily by one hand?

Shen Yu frowned slightly.

He pointed a knife at his child right in front of him and even tried to abuse cats and harm people.

Do you really think he's dead?

He applied a slight pressure with his fingers.

"Click."

A crisp cracking sound.

Zhang Biao's wrist, which was holding the knife, was dislocated and hung limply to one side.

"ah--!!!"

Zhang Biao let out a bloodcurdling scream, so loud that even the cicadas in the trees were startled and flew away.

He was in so much pain that his face turned pale, cold sweat poured down his forehead like rain, and tears and snot streamed down his face.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

"He pointed a knife at my child right in front of me."

Shen Yu's voice was flat and emotionless, but to Zhang Biao, it was more terrifying than a ghost's scream.

"Who gave you the guts?"

"I was wrong... I was wrong, brother..."

Zhang Biao immediately cowered, his face contorted in a grimace, almost wetting himself in fear.

"I'll never do it again... I was blind to your greatness... Please let me go... I'll never come to this neighborhood again... I'll never abuse cats again..."

He finally understands now.

This young man is a tough nut to crack.

The two children were able to break his talisman, so they must have been taught by this young man.

The meager skills he learned from the old man selling goods were not even worthy of carrying his shoes.

Shen Yu ignored his pleas for mercy.

Such people talk a good game, but once released, they'll still cause harm to others.