Chapter 272: I’m Rod, Knight Rod!

At this moment, the entire place was eerily quiet—only people’s panting could be heard. For a long time, there was no other sound at all, aside from the panting and the wails of that guard.
“Who… who the hell are you! How dare you resist? Damn it, someone, kill him!” After regaining his composure, the young man shouted loudly, filled with rage. No one dared to defy him—such things were absolutely unacceptable.
Suddenly, the scene became chaotic. The remaining seven guards abandoned the old man and the girl and rushed at Rod and his two companions with fierce expressions.
“It seems we’re in trouble!” Rod muttered with a bitter smile, glancing at Melon and Rubio. They too looked helpless. Since it was inevitable, they decided to act.
A single glance said it all. The three of them moved the moment the guards lunged at them like wolves, vanishing from sight in an instant!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Several dull thuds echoed, followed by the guards flying backward as if their strings had been cut, crashing heavily to the ground and screaming in pain.
Rod and his companions reappeared where they had been. Only then did everyone realize that these seemingly ordinary guys were actually fierce fighters. The looks in the young man’s eyes turned mocking—he had provoked the wrong people, and now he would see what happened.
The young man’s face turned red with panic and anger. All eight guards had been dealt with in the blink of an eye. He knew well the strength of his own guards, and what it meant for them to be defeated so easily!
This proved that the three men before them were incredibly powerful—each of them at a divine level, especially that middle-aged man in his fifties and the silent youth! They had effortlessly taken care of his guards, and that strength spoke volumes. Faced with such power, he became furious.
“Damn you bastards! Get up quickly! Kill them! Hurry up and kill them!” When rage overtook his reason, the young man appeared like an idiot in everyone’s eyes. With such obvious strength right before him, how could he still be so overconfident? Wasn’t that asking for trouble?
The girl, on the other hand, looked at Rod and his companions with curiosity, her eyes shining with wisdom. A faint smile played on her lips as she clenched her fists, cheering for them.

“Bang bang bang…” The poor guards, who had just gotten up ready to charge forward, were thrown back again before they could even understand what had happened, crashing to the ground and wailing in pain. They didn’t even know how or by whom they had been attacked.
“You… are you seeking death? Do you know who I am? Do you know who we are? Do you really intend to become enemies of Hanbing?” The young man panicked but finally calmed down in the face of overwhelming strength and shouted loudly.
“Kneel down and beg for mercy now—surrendering will spare you some suffering. Otherwise, don’t blame this young master for being merciless. By then, Hanbing City will put you on the blacklist, and not even your ancestors will be able to save you!” he roared.
“Does that mean the entire main combat faction of the demon race, or even the entire demon race or the Dark Source, will become our enemies, leaving us with no place to hide?” With a cold sneer, Rod asked in confusion.
“You’re sensible. If you beg now, maybe this young master will be kind enough to let you go!” Looking at the guards crawling toward him, the young man’s eyes flashed with cruelty as he spoke indifferently, regaining his aloof demeanor.
The people around him couldn’t bear to watch any longer. How could such an idiot appear here? Were all these second-generation heirs idiots? They said whatever came to mind, not understanding anything others said. Could it be they were mocking him? They couldn’t even tell from his obvious tone.
“Hehe, do you want to cry and beg for mercy?” Even Rod found it amusing and asked. He had seen idiots before, but never one this foolish.
“You’re sensible!” nodding, the young man said with satisfaction.
Hahaha… Suddenly, someone in the crowd couldn’t hold back and started laughing. Turning around, they saw it was the girl. She had already noticed Rod’s unusual tone and, seeing the young man’s smug expression, finally lost it.
“Young master… he… he’s mocking us!” the guards also mustered their courage to say firmly.
“What? He…?” Realizing what was happening after the guards pointed it out, the young man’s face turned pale. He understood what was going on and, realizing he had been mocked, his face turned red as he pointed at Rod, trembling with rage, on the verge of exploding.
“Kill him! Kill him! I want him dead!” Overcome by fury again, he shouted loudly.

But sadly, given their inferior strength, those guards seemed utterly helpless in the eyes of Rod and the others. In the blink of an eye, they were all eliminated, rolling on the ground and wailing—creating a rather chaotic scene.

Then, Rod slowly walked toward the young man. He despised those who pretended to be strong by relying on others’ power. It was fine to be arrogant if one had strength, but to be so arrogant under the protection of one’s family was disrespectful to everyone. It was better to live as a pampered young master—being weak didn’t matter as long as the family supported you. But what shame would it bring to run out and cause trouble? Wasn’t that just inviting suffering?

“You… what do you want? Do you know who I am? I’m from the York family of Frost City. My father is the clan leader, and this York Town is also part of our family’s territory. If you offend me, no one can save you!” Feeling Rod’s icy gaze, the young man shouted as he backed away.

The York family! The scene instantly became chaotic. The York family was among the top three powerful clans among the pro-war factions, even comparable to the royal forces of the demon opposition—truly a great clan with immense power and countless strong members! After the destruction of the Purple Wing Thunder Eagle clan, almost all its members joined the York family.

The young master and deputy clan leader of the York family held extremely high status. Looking at Rod, some people felt a hint of concern—offending the York family might indeed mean trouble ahead.

Even the old man and the girl saw a glint in their eyes when they heard this name, and their gazes toward the young man changed slightly.

“The York family?” Rod was slightly surprised as he said indifferently. Truth be told, he didn’t know this family at all. So naturally, he wasn’t intimidated by its name! Even if he had known, he wouldn’t have feared it. After all, he had once dared to offend both the Purple Wing Thunder Eagle clan and the Nash family alone. How could the York family scare him now?

“You… get away! Don’t come here! Go away quickly!” As Rod kept approaching, the young man shouted loudly.

“Slap…” A crisp slap silenced the entire scene. All that remained was everyone staring at Rod in shock.

He actually acted—delivering a fierce slap to the young man. The resistance of a holy-grade warrior was nothing worth mentioning in his eyes now.

Covering his face, the young man seemed somewhat stunned, unable to believe it was real. Yet the burning pain on his face told him it was true. The scornful and amused looks from those around him made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

“I’ll fight you to the death!” Having been pampered since childhood, he had never experienced such treatment and immediately went berserk.

“Slap…” But everything happened too suddenly—another fierce slap landed on his face, forcing him to stop in his tracks!

“One slap is to tell you not to be arrogant in the future. Another is to warn you not to bully others using your power. And the last slap…” Rod slowly looked at his own hand and said, “The last slap is to make you understand that there are people you cannot offend, no matter how powerful your family is!”

With a crisp sound, the young man was flung flying.

“Overestimating oneself!” He muttered under his breath, feeling several guards approaching from all sides. They were truly reckless, a bunch of ignorant fools! In an instant, he kicked them away one after another.

“You… wait and see! I’ll make sure you die without even a place to be buried!” After being slapped three times, the young man seemed to come to his senses. Holding back his anger, he knew he was no match for this man and turned to retreat, seeking help.

“Let’s go. We should leave now!” Just as Rod was about to move forward again, Melon pulled him back and whispered. Their main goal was to reach Ice City quickly; they didn’t have time to waste on the road. More importantly, Ice City was under the control of the York family. If things escalated, they would face many troubles. Right now, if they delayed and failed to reach Ice City on time, their plans for the Netherworld would be ruined—it wouldn’t be worth it.

Nodding, Rod signaled that he knew what to do. He turned to the young man and said, “Remember, I’m Rod, Knight Rod. If you’re interested, you can come find me. Oh, and bring those guys from the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles along. I heard they’re also in Ice City!” With that, Rod turned and headed upstairs to rest for the night—they still had a long journey ahead the next day.

“Rod, Knight Rod!” The young man muttered, his tone shifting from coldness to surprise. He stared in shock at the man who had disappeared from his sight, a hint of terror flashing in his eyes.

Not only him, but everyone around who was watching was also shocked. Rod, Knight Rod—how many Rods are there in this source of darkness? Only one, Knight Rod, and there’s only one of that kind. So it was him, the one who’s been portrayed as so legendary? He appeared here? That boy actually offended Knight Rod? For a moment, everyone’s gaze toward the boy carried a hint of mockery.
He’s not dead—consider him lucky. After all, even the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles were wiped out. The York family is likely in trouble now as well.