"Damn it! Just a bunch of punks like you, daring to meddle with our Young Master? Brothers, get 'em!"
At Cui Zhao's signal and command, he charged ahead at the exact same time, leading a pack of Yanhuang Guards who rushed forward like ravenous wolves and ferocious tigers.
The two factions plunged into a chaotic brawl, and the entire Tianxiang Pavilion instantly descended into total pandemonium!
Dozens of people clashed, erupting like a tempest.
"Crash, bang, smash...!"
Both sides traded blows, each intent on knocking the other out, paying no heed to their surroundings.
In the blink of an eye, cups and dishes shattered, tables and chairs overturned, and countless attending guests shrieked as they scrambled for cover, leaving the main hall in utter ruin.
What should have been an upscale gathering had somehow turned into a mindless free-for-all, clearly impossible to continue.
As the host of this gathering, Su Mei bit down hard on her pristine teeth, her peach-blossom eyes losing all their charm, a frosty glaze seemingly condensing within them.
She had originally thought Chu Ying was just blowing hot air, but never imagined this fellow would actually go through with it, turning hostile faster than flipping a page in a book.
This completely caught her off guard.
Throughout the past few years, as her fame soared, she had traveled far and wide.
Arrogant playboys, haughty nobles, cold and aloof scholars... what kind of men hadn't she seen?
Among them, no matter how self-important t…
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