These words could only be described as arrogant.

Who was Qingyao Daoist?

The undisputed master of Qiyun Road!

This title was not self-proclaimed; it was universally acknowledged. In other words, the entirety of Qiyun Road recognized his strength.

To not even put him in one's eyes?

Heh…

It was one thing for a young man to be arrogant, but to be so over-the-top was simply to be ignorant of one's own limits, making a complete fool of oneself.

"Haha!" Qingyao Daoist threw his head back and laughed heartily as he stepped forward.

BOOM!

With a single step, the floor beneath him exploded. A web of fine cracks shot out from under his foot, spreading in all directions. Amid the thunderous roar, the entire building seemed to tremble.

BOOM! BOOM!

Each step was an earth-shattering detonation. The cracks raced across the floor and up the walls, causing every window to burst into shards.

"This…"

Everyone present was terrified. They felt as if they were in the eye of a hurricane, the swirling waves of pressure threatening to tear their bodies apart. Many collapsed to the ground, shaking uncontrollably.

Is this… is this the power of Qiyun Road's number one master? It's terrifying!

「Downstairs.」

A crowd of reporters, who had long been waiting at the hotel entrance with cameras and microphones, were startled by the massive explosions from above. They all looked up.

CRASH!

Large sheets of glass rained down, shattering at their feet. As they scrambled back in fear, they raised their cameras to capture the scene.

"Look, the walls are cracking!"

"What in the world is happening up there? Is the building going to collapse?"

"Do you even have to ask? Qingyao Daoist must be furious."

"…"

If the hotel entrance hadn't been sealed off, they would have charged upstairs to get the story firsthand. But now, all they could do was guess and wait silently for the outcome.

「Upstairs.」

Qingyao Daoist continued his advance. The floor was now a landscape of rubble. A few waiters cowered in the corners, shivering in terror.

"I, Qingyao Daoist, have cultivated for decades. Now, at the peak of the thirteenth level, I may not be able to cover the sky with a single hand, but I am not some little bastard you can despise," he declared, walking with his hands clasped behind his back. At that moment, he truly possessed the aura of a transcendent being. "You killed my disciple, severing my lineage, and today you openly injured my junior brother. If I don't teach you a lesson, my anger will never be appeased!"

Qingyao Daoist advanced slowly, his burning gaze fixed on Chen Yang.

"Yang Hu, slap him!"

The sudden command echoed through the room. Confused, everyone instinctively looked toward Chen Yang. They saw him casually wiping the corner of his mouth with a wet napkin before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it slowly.

BOOM!

In the blink of an eye, a terrifying pressure, surging like a tidal wave, erupted from Chen Yang.

In that instant, it felt as if the very world had changed color.

BANG! BANG!

The glasses on the tables exploded one by one. The already shattered floor buckled and burst again, turning into fine dust.

Qingyao Daoist, his leg still raised mid-step, found he couldn't put it down. His entire body tensed, and a bone-deep chill washed over him. Finally, the number one master of Qiyun Road felt an immense force envelop him. His legs felt as if they were filled with lead, rendering him completely immobile.

It was as if a mountain was crushing him.

"AH!" Qingyao Daoist roared, his eyes bloodshot and looking as if they would split open with rage. Veins bulged on his forehead. Where was the slightest trace of his earlier calm and spirited demeanor? "You… how can you be this strong?!"

His body began to bend, his legs trembling violently. His voice was hoarse.

"I'm even stronger than you imagine."

Qingyao Daoist was speechless.

Yang Hu picked up a flat plate from a nearby table, weighing it in his hand to test its feel. A malevolent smirk spread across his face as he slowly walked toward Qingyao Daoist.

"Boy, what… what do you think you're doing?" Qingyao Daoist snarled.

SMACK!

Yang Hu swung the plate with all his might, smashing it against Qingyao Daoist's face with a deafening crack.

"You're courting death!"

Blood trickled from the corner of Qingyao Daoist's mouth, several teeth having been knocked out. His eyes blazed with fire, and his face twitched uncontrollably. He, the revered master of Qiyun Road, respected by thousands, was being slapped in the face with a plate in front of everyone.

The wicked smile on Yang Hu's face deepened, and a wave of immense satisfaction washed over him.

I just wonder how many hits this plate can take? Who cares!

SMACK!

He swung again.

"You've got some thick skin, old man," Yang Hu remarked, dropping the porcelain fragments. He then lifted his foot, pulled off his shoe, and once again slapped it across Qingyao Daoist's face.

SMACK!

At that moment, everyone's heart pounded in their chests, their scalps tingling.

This is the number one master of Qiyun Road… reduced to being slapped in the face with a shoe sole without even a chance to fight back? This…

The entire scene felt surreal, like a dream.

Even an adult disciplining a child wouldn't be this humiliating, would it?

"I swear, I will tear you to pieces!" Qingyao Daoist roared with all his might.

"Kneel."

Chen Yang slowly rose to his feet and pressed his right hand down.

Though he fought against it with every fiber of his being, Qingyao Daoist's knees buckled. Under Chen Yang's unwavering gaze, he crashed to the floor. The floorboards shattered beneath his knees, forming two deep craters.

SMACK! SMACK!

As if addicted, Yang Hu swung the shoe left and right.

"AHH!" Qingyao Daoist howled like a madman, his eyes looking as if they would explode from their sockets. "How dare you humiliate me like this! You won't live for much longer!"

He snapped his head up, staring daggers at Chen Yang. "You just wait."

"Yang Hu, step back," Chen Yang said, waving a hand as he walked toward Qingyao Daoist.

"Alrighty!" Yang Hu wiped the blood from the sole of his shoe on Qingyao Daoist's robes before stepping aside.

The oppressive force that had immobilized Qingyao Daoist vanished.

BOOM!

The moment the pressure vanished, Qingyao Daoist shot to his feet. He raised his fist, which carried a fierce gale, and thrust it straight at Chen Yang's chest. "Go to hell!"

The full power of a peak thirteenth-level master erupted from him. A pale, purple-gold light enveloped his body as he bore down on Chen Yang with overwhelming momentum.

Chen Yang simply raised his hand, curled his fingers, and took a single step forward, grabbing his opponent by the neck.

"With such pitiful cultivation, what good is your anger?" Chen Yang lifted him up as if he were a chick, exhaled a puff of smoke, and spoke with chilling indifference.

Qingyao Daoist struggled violently, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks. The rage that had clouded his mind began to clear, and his flushed face was overcome by absolute terror.

"You… how are you so strong? Who in the world are you?"

Chen Yang smiled. "A dead man doesn't need to know."

In an instant, Qingyao Daoist's face turned ashen.

BOOM!

With a slight flex of his forearm, Chen Yang threw Qingyao Daoist like a sandbag. He smashed through a wall and plummeted to the street below.

SPLAT!

He crashed down right in front of the reporters with a heavy, wet thud.

"AHH!"

Screams of terror ripped through the tense atmosphere below.

"Is that… is that the guy who challenged Qingyao Daoist?"

"No, that's not him! This is Qingyao Daoist! I saw him once two years ago!"

"Dead… Is he dead?"

"…"

After the initial shock, many recognized the lifeless body as none other than the number one master of Qiyun Road, Qingyao Daoist. The great master of Qiyun Road… was killed? Just like that?

More importantly, from the state of his face, it was clear he had been slapped repeatedly with something.

How… how was this possible?

CLICK! CLICK!

As their wits returned, the reporters furiously snapped photos, uploading them to their news agencies as fast as they could.

Upstairs.

Chen Yang wiped the blood from his hand. His indifferent gaze slowly turned to Li Bairan, who stood frozen in place, utterly dumbfounded.

Li Bairan trembled from head to toe, his face a deathly white.

"…"

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