Just as a fight was about to break out, Liu Tianyuan slammed the table.
He scolded Mountain Tai.
"Retreat, and mind where you are."
Mountain Tai still wanted to argue, but Liu Tianyuan interrupted him.
"Mountain Tai, have you forgotten why we came here today? Dealing with Yang Qing is our top priority; don’t lose sight of the main issue."
"Once we’ve dealt with Yang Qing, you can have a good fight with this lad and make our Dragon Martial Arts Hall proud!"
Mountain Tai nodded and, at the same time, glared threateningly at Zhang Xiaoshan.
"I’ll let you jump around for a bit. Once Yang Qing is dealt with, you’ll be next."
"Fine, I’ll be waiting."
Zhang Xiaoshan responded with a nonchalant grin, clearly not taking Mountain Tai’s words to heart.
Mountain Tai, with his Qi Condensation cultivation, was about thirty-two or thirty-three years old, not bad indeed, which explained his arrogance. Sadly, in the eyes of Zhang Xiaoshan, at the Late Stage of Qi Transformation, Mountain Tai was no different than an ant.
"Kid, you’re here now, but you’re only allowed to watch, not interfere and trouble Master Liu."
Apart from Baldy Liu, several other local thugs immediately distanced themselves from Zhang Xiaoshan, seeing he had a grudge against Dragon Martial Arts Hall.
Zhang Xiaoshan smirked dismissively. Read full story at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝕟𝕖𝕥
"I came here today for two things: to retrieve the charity funds for our village and to save Baldy Liu’s life. As for the rest of you, I couldn’t care less."
"As long as your so-called formidable Master Liu can defeat Yang Qing, I have no intention of lifting a finger."
He pulled out a chair and sat down in a neglected corner.
"Hmph, talking big, trying to seem profound."
The group did not take Zhang Xiaoshan seriously.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
A heavy thumping sound arose from downstairs, as if a heavy object was continuously being dropped on the floor, and the sound was getting louder and closer, as if it was coming upstairs.
"President Yang of the Sanhe Gang has arrived."
A small underling rushed up to report the situation urgently.
His expression was filled with extreme fear, clearly terrified.
Right after, a figure appeared from around the staircase corner.
About five feet ten, thin and with a very ordinary face, he looked like a scaffolder or a steel worker one could find anywhere on a construction site.
But on his slight shoulders, he was carrying a massive black coffin.
The coffin weighed at least five hundred pounds, yet on his shoulder, it seemed as light as a sack of rice weighing thirty or forty pounds.
"What incredible strength."
All the local tough guys upstairs went pale, their expressions filled with fear and legs trembling.
Even Liu Tianyuan, sitting on the Taishi Chair made of Huanghuali wood, studied the coffin-carrying man several times, his expression first stern and then relaxed.
"His aura is weak. Does it match the rumors of the Half-step Qi Transformation Realm?"
Liu Tianyuan pondered inwardly, his expression growing ever more natural and relaxed.
With this observance, it would be easy to take down this man tonight.
Zhang Xiaoshan instantly discerned Liu Tianyuan’s thoughts.
A grimly satisfied smile spread across his face.
Liu Tianyuan was right; the aura Yang Qing was displaying now was indeed slightly distant from the Half-step Qi Transformation.
But in truth, he was a true Qi Transformation Expert.
Zhang Xiaoshan could clearly see within Yang Qing’s Dantian a fully-formed leopard-shaped True Qi, not quite focused, but already possessing much of its essence.
This indicated that Yang Qing had recently entered the Qi Transformation Realm, his state just wasn’t very stable yet.
But to defeat Liu Tianyuan, who was only at Half-step Qi Transformation, would be like taking candy from a baby.
Zhang Xiaoshan had thought earlier that if both were at Half-step Qi Transformation, today might indeed be interesting; but since that was not the case, the outcome was now clear.
"I’ll see how you handle this later."
Zhang Xiaoshan glanced at Liu Tianyuan, Liu Xinran, and those foolish local thugs, his eyes filled with mockery.
At that moment, Yang Qing threw the coffin off his shoulder, creating a dull thud as it hit the ground, and the marble floor even cracked.
The dazed crowd was jolted awake.
Baldy Liu, Little Braids, and One Ear nearly cried from fear.
They had heard of the formidable President Yang of the Sanhe Gang, but had not anticipated the terror would be this extreme; the two sides were not even in the same league.
However, with Liu Tianyuan present, they felt somewhat reassured.
They all looked at Baldy Liu.
Clearly, among them, Baldy Liu’s word still held some weight.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Baldy Liu, then, could only stiffen up and move forward.
He cleared his throat twice, took a deep breath, and bravely said,
"President Yang, we’ve come here today to dine together as you requested. What, what are you doing with a coffin?"
Yang Qing sneered menacingly,
"Of course, it’s for anyone who doesn’t obey me, to screw their heads off and stuff them inside."
"Who wants to be the first to lie down in it?"
His fierce gaze swept over the few men, scaring them to the point of being paralyzed with fear.