Zhang Xiaohao led the two women towards the Yinuo Qianjin Club.
Leaving a crowd of spectators, jaw-dropped in shock.
"No way! The legendary bodyguards of Yinuo Qianjin, who can take on ten guys as if it were merely a game and each of them experienced fighters, just got dropped to the ground like vegetables? That’s way too weak!"
"Has the security at Yinuo Qianjin seriously declined? Were they really sent packing by this pretty boy?"
"Damn! Was Brother Guang also finished off like a dead dog? Am I still dreaming?"
A group of people vigorously rubbed their eyes, speaking in disbelief.
Zhang Xiaohao led the two women into the Yinuo Qianjin Club.
Just as they entered, soft clapping arose from a sofa.
A handsome young man with delicate features was calmly sitting on the couch, legs crossed. Behind him, two beautiful young girls massaged his shoulders and back.
Around him stood four elderly men.
The men stood there like towering, strong pine trees, their backs ramrod straight, exuding massive aura and cold, merciless eyes firmly fixed on Zhang Xiaohao.
It seemed they were ready to pounce at a command and capture Zhang Xiaohao.
Zhang Xiaohao stopped in his tracks, looking at him with interest.
"My friend, not bad at all! You dare to run wild here at Yinuo Qianjin. You’re neither the first nor the last! But to knock out those guards and even that bald Martial Monk, then making it here! You’re indeed the first in years," said the young man with a composed tone.
He casually picked up a glass of red wine from the coffee table and started sipping it elegantly.
"Sigh! It’s not that I’m too strong, it’s just that the trash present here are way too weak. I barely exerted any effort, and a mere fart of mine knocked them out!" Zhang Xiaohao spread his hands, speaking rather helplessly.
"Ah! Save me, Young Master Baiyun! These three wretched creatures, they disabled Brother Guang and the others, and even trashed the reputation of Yinuo Qianjin. They even insulted Young Master Baiyun, saying he is the progeny of a lesser breed. They said he’s nothing but a drop of fluid splashed on the wall by the Second Lord, and unknowingly pushed back inside by the mistress!" Wu Limei said venomously.
"Shut your damn mouth!" Zhao Ling’er scoffed.
Her right foot snapped out, planting her sharp high heel into Wu Limei’s face, embedding it in her mouth and leaving a bloody hole.
"Ah..." A wretched scream burst forth immediately. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚫𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚫𝕟𝕖𝕥
Wu Limei rolled on the ground in agony, like a beaten dog.
"Hmph! You’re all too arrogant! You dare to strike in front of me, beat my people, and think I’m invisible?" Murong Baiyun sneered.
"Air? You’re giving yourself too much credit. With your look, you’re hardly more than a fart! Want me to drop one for you to chase?" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged and said.
"Impudent youth!" an old man with white hair scoffed.
With a step, he unleashed an overwhelming aura befitting a Martial Artist at the Peak of Control Realm, pressuring Zhang Xiaohao and the other two without even sparing Wu Limei.
Meanwhile, Murong Baiyun sat nonchalantly, enjoying the massage from the two young girls, savoring his wine, utterly indifferent to Wu Limei’s life or death.
"Sigh! Old man, you’re already so old. Instead of sitting at home waiting to die, you’re out here acting tough. Aren’t you afraid the wind might break your old back?" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged.
Competing in aura? That’s just laughable.
When he was in the early stages of the Control Realm, he was not afraid of the oppressive aura from the great powers of the Cycle Palace Realm.
Now, already in the Late Stage of the Control Realm, would he fear the oppressive aura of a mere Peak of Control Realm Martial Artist? He was thinking too much!
Standing calmly in his spot, with arms crossed, he looked on with amusement, as if watching a monkey perform.
Even Zhao Ling’er and Zhou Yating, under his domineering aura, couldn’t feel the oppressive aura of the white-haired elder.
On the other hand was Wu Limei, just an ordinary person.
Under the immense oppressive aura of the white-haired elder at the Peak of Control Realm, the sounds of cracking and popping emitted from her body, like beans being fried, buzzing loudly.
Her face contorted, as if enduring great pain, writhing on the ground like a bitch, trying to scream but unable to make a sound.
"Eh! How is this possible? I, as a Peak Control Realm embodiment of truth, with all the might of my aura bearing down, not to mention a mere mortal like you, even a martial artist of the same realm would have to step back, youngster, why are you not afraid?" the white-haired elder said, frowning.
"Ah! Ling’er, you tell him the reason," Zhang Xiaohao shrugged and said.
"Time is a butcher’s knife, so sharp when it slices through people! You’re washed up, old man. I advise you to retire! The bodyguard business is far too dangerous. Be careful, or a strong wind might snap your back and send you to your grave!" Zhao Ling’er seriously said.
"Ah! Damn it! You wretched girl, how dare you insult me, you should die!" the white-haired elder said menacingly.
With a tap of his foot, his body shot towards Zhao Ling’er like an arrow, attacking her swiftly.
"Husband! This old dog insulted me; I want you to crush his balls!" Zhao Ling’er said, feeling aggrieved.
"Don’t worry! This old dog dared to insult you, I will not only crush his balls but also pull out his dog teeth!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a cold expression.
"Big talk! All of you, die for me!" the white-haired elder shouted angrily.
With a swing of his fist, a massive black fist force burst from his fist, engulfing Zhang Xiaohao and the others, violently attempting to obliterate them.
Looking at this, he intended to annihilate all three of them in one strike!
"Such grandeur! Kneel down, old dog!" Zhang Xiaohao roared.
A daunting and vast aura, like Mount Tai, bore down solely on the white-haired elder.
Even as a Peak Martial Artist of the Control Realm, the white-haired elder was still overwhelmed in face of Zhang Xiaohao’s vast aura, like smoke.
His knees buckled, and he fell to the ground.
His face filled with horror, eyes wide open, he strained to look up at Zhang Xiaohao, his gaze thick with terror, seemingly unable to believe that he had been so easily suppressed.
"Old dog! How dare you insult my woman, off with your dog teeth as a taste!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
His right foot kicked fiercely, his toes flashing with golden True Qi, violently striking the elder’s face.
All of his teeth were kicked out, with blood staining the corners of his mouth.
"Ling’er, didn’t you say you were displeased with him? Want to wreck his balls? Well, this one is for you!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.