At Chen Yang's call, the utterly stunned waitress jolted. It took her several long moments to regain her senses before she hurried away.

The rest of the crowd, however, seemed to have been petrified. They stood like statues, frozen in place, their wide eyes a mix of endless terror and shock.

What… What in the world just happened?

That was the number one master of Qiyun Road, the junior brother of the Qingyao Daoist! He wasn't some random Joe. With his formidable combat strength, he was one of the most powerful people around! And yet… he was gravely injured and sent flying by a simple wave of the hand? You wouldn't even beat a dog like that! It has to be an illusion! This must be an illusion, right?

In their minds, they had pictured this arrogant young man being miserably stomped under Sun Wen's foot, ground into the dirt again and again. But what they saw instead was the distinguished junior brother of the Qingyao Daoist being defeated in a single move. He didn't even have a chance to fight back. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it even on pain of death.

GULP.

Many people swallowed hard, their eyes fixated on Chen Yang.

Who on earth is this guy?

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.

Yu Xiaoguang's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, and he stumbled back several steps.

THUD.

He only stopped when he bumped into a table, staggering awkwardly.

Is that… is that the Thirteenth-Rank Thousand-Faced Yama? Yes, it must be! Otherwise, how could a Twelfth-Rank like Sun Wen be so utterly powerless before him?

Of everyone there, Sun Wen was the most shocked.

A dignified Twelfth-Rank Fist Master, swatted to the ground like a fly? The shock and disbelief were so immense that he found himself cursing Li Changqing's entire lineage. That bastard set me up!

COUGH, COUGH.

Sun Wen coughed up mouthfuls of blood as he struggled to his feet and slowly started walking toward the banquet hall's exit. His heavy footsteps were the only sound echoing in the vast banquet hall. No one could have imagined that the proud junior brother of the Qingyao Daoist would end up in such a state.

Yang Hu crossed his arms, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Hey," he said casually, "did my boss say you could leave?"

Sun Wen spun around, his cold gaze fixed on Yang Hu. "What? You want to keep me here? Do you have any idea who I am?"

Yang Hu shook his head. He truly didn't know. But then again, even if he did, what difference would it make?

Sun Wen sneered, brimming with arrogance. "The number one master of Qiyun Road, the Qingyao Daoist, is my senior brother. He's at the Qingyao Daoist Temple right now! So, I ask again, do you still want to keep me here?!"

"So, you're the Qingyao Daoist's junior brother," Yang Hu chuckled. What was that saying? Enemies certainly have a way of finding each other. First, the Qingyao Daoist made that outrageous demand for Chen Yang to kneel before him within three days. Now this Sun Wen shows up on someone's behalf, immediately demanding that others kneel. They were truly fellow disciples—just as arrogant and disdainful as one another. Unfortunately for them, they ran into Chen Yang. One wrong move, and the entire lineage of their Qingyao Daoist Temple could be wiped out.

"Good that you know!" Sun Wen snarled, his face twisting. He glanced at Yang Hu, then fixed his stare on Chen Yang. "I don't care who you are. Soon enough, you'll be kneeling before me, and then I'll deal with you properly!"

"Oh?" Yang Hu's interest was piqued. He slowly drew his pistol, wiped the barrel with his sleeve, and chuckled. "I'm very curious. How exactly do you plan on dealing with us?"

CLICK.

The crisp sound of the slide being pulled back echoed through the hall.

Sun Wen was speechless, as was everyone else. The room fell so silent that the sound of breathing and heartbeats became deafeningly clear.

Sun Wen's expression flickered. "You wouldn't dare touch me," he said coldly. "My senior brother is—"

BANG!

The sudden gunshot made everyone's heart leap. The bullet tore through Sun Wen's right thigh. He clutched his leg, his face contorting as cold sweat poured down his brow.

They… They actually dared to shoot?!

Yang Hu blew on the pistol's smoking muzzle and slowly walked toward Sun Wen. "Stop bringing up your senior brother. Or do you really think his name alone can deter us?"

"My senior brother is the number one master of Qiyun Road!"

THWACK!

Yang Hu smashed the butt of his gun against Sun Wen's forehead. Sun Wen collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

I'm a Twelfth-Rank Fist Master, for crying out loud! How did I end up like this?

"Call Qingyao Daoist," Chen Yang said indifferently after glancing at the time. "Tell him I don't have time to go to the Qingyao Daoist Temple. He has half an hour to get here."

His words sent a shockwave through the crowd.

The Qingyao Daoist rushed back to Qiyun Road from his travels because his disciple was killed. Upon his return, he immediately announced that the killer had three days to present himself at the Qingyao Daoist Temple. In other words… he's the one who killed Wu Yanting!

In an instant, every eye in the room was fixed on Chen Yang.

This guy has been completely unfazed from the start, and the power he's shown is terrifying. Who is he? Does he not even take the Qingyao Daoist seriously?

Everyone sucked in a sharp breath, a wave of anticipation washing over them. They couldn't wait for the Qingyao Daoist to arrive.

Yang Hu crouched in front of Sun Wen, tapping him with the gun. "Here, now's your chance. Call your senior brother."

"Fine! You'll all get what's coming to you!" Sun Wen was surprised but quickly broke into a ferocious grin. "Just you wait! All of you, just wait!"

I've seen people court death before, but never someone this desperate for it! Yang Hu thought.

Sun Wen hastily pulled out his phone and dialed the Qingyao Daoist's number.

"Junior Brother, is the matter settled?" a deep voice asked as soon as the call connected.

"Senior Brother, I've been injured," Sun Wen said, staring at Yang Hu with a venomous glare. "The person who killed Wu Yanting is here. He wants you to come to the hotel within half an hour. It seems if you don't come, he won't let me go."

"Hahaha!" The Qingyao Daoist laughed on the other end. "Has it been so long since I've made an appearance that people now dare to threaten me on my own turf in Qiyun Road? Tell him I'll be there shortly."

Sun Wen nodded. "Alright, Senior Brother. I'll be waiting."

CLICK.

He hung up and said with a sinister tone, "My senior brother will be here soon. I hope you're ready."

「Meanwhile.」

「At the Qingyao Daoist Temple.」

An old man in a plain white robe, with a gaunt face and a large, red nose, tossed his phone aside. "People are so forgetful," he chuckled, shaking his head. "If I don't make a ruthless example out of some of them today, I suppose they'll forget how unforgiving the Qingyao Daoist can be. Brother Bairan, are you interested in coming along?"

Opposite him stood an old man in black brocade, his hands clasped behind his back. It was Li Bairan, the Patriarch of the Li Family and Li Si's grandfather. He and the Qingyao Daoist were old friends, and he had naturally come to visit upon the Daoist's return.

"I'm free anyway, so I'll go with you," Li Bairan said with a smile. He too was curious to see just who would have the audacity to disregard the number one master of Qiyun Road and openly challenge him.

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