Dragon God Supreme

“Bastard! Even hitting the waiter!” Liu Qingyang roared furiously, his fierce gaze sweeping toward the person who had acted.

“That’s too much!” Ling Xiaoxiao said coldly, as she instantly darted out.

“Swoosh!”

“Slap slap slap!”

Ling Xiaoxiao appeared like a specter, her jade hand radiating purple light as she frantically slapped the man’s face. All those present failed to notice until they heard the sound of the slapping.

Only when they heard the sound of the slaps did the geniuses present realize what happened, and their faces showed utter shock.

In the blink of an eye, the man’s face had swollen up like a pig’s head.

“Bang!”

“Puh!”

With one palm strike, Ling Xiaoxiao unleashed a terrifying force that sent the man spewing blood from his mouth. His body flew straight out of the second floor of the tavern, his life or death uncertain.

“You’re useless, picking on the weak–is that what a man does?” Ling Xiaoxiao said with disdain.

Everyone was in shock, staring at Ling Xiaoxiao with eyes wide in amazement.

The movement technique Ling Xiaoxiao had used was exactly the same as Feng Wuchen’s, unbeknownst even to the top geniuses.

At this moment, they finally realized that Feng Wuchen and his group were no ordinary people.

“Xiaoxiao, well done!” Liu Qingyang shouted again, excitedly.

“Brat, let’s go outside and fight!” Young Master Yang glared at Feng Wuchen, his killing intent sky-high.

“No need!” Feng Wuchen responded coldly, truly disgusted by the haughty arrogance of these coddled geniuses.

He used his instant movement technique once more, and in the blink of an eye, Feng Wuchen had arrived.

“Boom!”

“Puh!”

Young Master Yang hadn’t noticed a thing, and by the time he realized what was happening, Feng Wuchen’s fist, filled with domineering power, had already struck his chest. With a booming sound, the punch and its tyrannical force made Young Master Yang spit blood and sent him flying out from the second floor of the tavern.

“What kind of movement technique is this?” Young Master Yang roared furiously in his mind.

Although Feng Wuchen hadn’t used True Yuan with that punch, it was still incredibly fearsome–even Young Master Yang, at the Fourth Layer of the Heavenly Human Realm, was forced to spit blood.

“Hiss…”

The terrifying speed and power made everyone in the tavern gasp in cold fear, their eyes fixed on Feng Wuchen in terror.

Young Master Yang, who was at the Fourth Layer of the Heavenly Human Realm, had been sent flying by a single punch from Feng Wuchen–what terrifying strength was this?

The alarming strength demonstrated by Feng Wuchen deeply intimidated them.

Feng Wuchen’s cold gaze swept across the geniuses as he said indifferently, “If anyone else wants to step up, feel free to stand out!”

The first and second floors were deathly silent, nobody daring to speak. Wang Yue was so scared that he was shaking all over. His previous haughtiness and arrogance had long since been replaced by fear.

“Let’s all attack together, there’s no way we can’t deal with this kid!”

“That’s right! This kid is too arrogant! He doesn’t take us seriously at all!”

Several geniuses tried to suppress their fear and shouted angrily, seemingly having a good relationship with Young Master Yang.

Regrettably, aside from this few, nobody else dared to speak out.

Even the top geniuses didn’t intend to get involved, as after all, they didn’t know Young Master Yang.

Upon hearing this, Liu Qingyang sneered mockingly, “Those who don’t want to die can give it a try!”

“Kill that kid for me!” At that moment, from the lower floors of the tavern, the enraged roar of Young Master Yang could be heard, frightening the pedestrians on the street into trembling trepidation.

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