Zhou Zishu waved at Zhang Chengling, and said, “Come here, tyke.”

Zhang Chengling threw himself into his embrace without a word, even more intimate with him than his own biological father.

Feng Xiaofeng screeched, “What are you to him?”

Zhou Zishu hugged Zhang Chengling’s shoulders, and tilted his head to take an eyeful of Feng Xiaofeng. Looking at his appearance, he felt very peeved, and so challenged him with a languid air, “Do you not even recognise me, shortie?”

Feng Xiaofeng flew into a rage. This time, without even waiting for him to speak, the Gaoshan slave gave a low roar and charged towards Zhou Zishu. His physique was gigantic; for each step he took, it was as if he troubled the earth to quake thrice with it. Surging towards him like a tsunami, he had a meteor hammer almost as large as a person’s head in his hand, intending to pulverise Zhou Zishu into mush.

It was as if he treated every person who dared to insult Feng Xiaofeng as an enemy who had slain his father. The relationship between these two was truly odd.

However, in a flash, Zhou Zishu was already no longer where he had been standing, bringing Zhang Chengling with him along the way. The meteor hammer slammed into the floor, making a crater in the stone slates.

Gao Chong watched with a clinical eye off to the side, and felt that this person’s qinggong seemed to have reached a level unsurpassed by any, to be able to reach this sort of speed even while lugging a person around.

Having missed, the Gaoshan slave swept his hammer out horizontally once more in a woosh. Zhou Zishu timed his chance well, tapping the tip of his shoe, once, lightly on the chain, and rose another two feet, then made use of the hammer coming in his direction and added a kick to its head. No one knew how much force was in that kick, but regardless, when they had all finally registered it happening, that meteor hammer had already swung one round, and was heading straight for its master.

The Gaoshan slave’s physique was not nimble, rendering him unable to avoid the hammer; under duress, he could only hug himself tight, retract his head, and turn himself sideways with difficulty. With a loud bellow, he absorbed the blow with his shoulder, his entire person sent flying by his hammer, crashing to the floor.

Feng Xiaofeng shrieked, as if that meteor hammer had struck him personally. In the moment, he no longer cared about the others, flinging himself forward to check on his Gaoshan slave first. The Gaoshan slave’s shoulder had been shattered on one side, but since he was, after all, sturdier than others, he was still alive and conscious. He curled into an enormous ball on the floor, soundless, a pair of eyes gazing at Feng Xiaofeng in pain.