"Uncle..."
Zhang Shihao, who was on the verge of fainting, burst into tears when he heard that familiar voice. He felt a deep sense of grievance mixed with extreme rage.
"Let go of my nephew. I'll only say this once."
Zhao Heilong strode forward. When he saw Zhang Shihao—his left arm clearly crushed and his mouth stained with blood—his eyes turned vicious and terrifying.
"Did you hear that, you bastard? Let me go right now!"
Seeing his uncle approach quickly, Zhang Shihao endured the excruciating pain and shouted viciously.
*Swish!*
The hearts of everyone present tightened once again, their expressions filled with shock and disbelief.
Because right under their gaze, Bai Feng glanced at Zhao Heilong and directly raised his foot, bringing it down on Zhang Shihao's right calf.
This was undoubtedly a blatant provocation and humiliation!
"What are you doing? Let him go at once!"
Matriarch Xu's expression was panicked. She finally lost her composure, looking involuntarily at Bai Feng as her voice trembled.
"You little bastard, if you touch my nephew again, I guarantee you'll regret ever being born."
Seeing the other party openly ignore and provoke him, Zhao Heilong's expression grew even gloomier and more terrifying.
*Crack!*
Accompanied by a hair-raising sound of breaking bones, Bai Feng answered Zhao Heilong with his actions.
With his right calf now also snapped, Zhang Shihao passed out instantly, his face crumpled in agony.
*Boom!*
The very next second.
An overwhelming fury erupted instantly from Zhao Heilong's entire body. He leaped forward and threw a vicious punch straight at Bai Feng's face with blinding speed—a move entirely intended to kill with a single blow.
He never expected this little bastard to dare snap his nephew's right leg right under his nose.
Looking at the young, cold face inches away, Zhao Heilong's eyes were filled with ruthless murderous intent, holding nothing back.
Intent on landing a fatal strike, Zhao Heilong saw the young man raise his arm, but he didn't pay it any mind at all.
*Slap!*
A terrifying force struck his cheek. Zhao Heilong was completely dazed, and before he knew it, his body was completely out of his control as he was sent flying high into the air.
*Bang!*
After flying backward several meters, Zhao Heilong crashed heavily onto the ground, spitting a mouthful of crimson blood.
Silence!
A deathly silence. Everyone, including Matriarch Xu, stood frozen in shock, dumbfounded and wondering if their eyes were playing tricks on them.
Originally, seeing Zhao Heilong make his move, they were all certain that Bai Feng would be beaten to a cripple—that was beyond doubt.
Yet to see Zhao Heilong instead slapped flying, crashing into the ground and even coughing up a striking mouthful of bright red blood...
This far exceeded their expectations, leaving their minds shaken and utterly unable to calm down!
Zhao Heilong, an Earth Realm Martial Artist, had been sent flying with a single slap!
While the crowd watched in horror, Matriarch Xu and her entourage turned pale as paper, their eyes filled with despair!
The powerful figure Old Master Xu had spoken of had not sent the Xu family soaring to new heights; instead, he had plunged them into an abyss.
A full minute later, Zhao Heilong struggled to raise his head, his expression one of utter shock.
He too had never expected that his sure-kill strike would fail, only for him to be batted away by a single slap of the other's hand.
In an instant, a wave of frenzied rage surged back into Zhao Heilong's eyes.
"You little bastard, how dare you blindside me. Die..."
Zhao Heilong scrambled up using both hands and feet, his mouth stained with blood, his eyes brimming with a terrifying murderous intent as he resembled a berserk black bear.
This time, Zhao Heilong's expression was savage and ruthless, embodying a towering, terrifying god of death.
With one hand clenched into a fist aimed straight at Bai Feng's chest, and the other shaped into a blade chopping toward Bai Feng's throat, he launched a two-pronged attack targeting both of Bai Feng's vital spots.
"Daring to provoke Zhao Heilong, that kid is really done for this time."
"Indeed, Zhao Heilong is thoroughly enraged. The Xu family is in deep trouble now, too."
...
The crowd murmured among themselves once more. Although they were certain this young man named Bai Feng was a dead man, the fact that an Earth Realm Martial Artist like Zhao Heilong had been slapped away still left them deeply perplexed.
*Hum!*
Just as Zhao Heilong's fist and palm-blade were about to strike, a fierce sense of crisis suddenly gripped his heart.
In a fraction of a second, he saw the young man raise his right hand. A blur appeared once again, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.
At that moment!
Though consumed by rage, Zhao Heilong maintained his utmost vigilance as he threw his iron fist straight at that blur, while his palm-blade—aimed at Bai Feng's throat—maintained its trajectory, merciless and sharp.
*Swish!*
When his fist struck empty air, Zhao Heilong's expression changed instantly. He instinctively pulled back to dodge, but it was already too late.
*Slap!*
Accompanied by a resounding slap, Zhao Heilong crashed heavily into the ground once again, blood pouring from his mouth as half of his cheek caved in.
"How is this possible?"
"Simply impossible!"
Looking at Zhao Heilong lying on the ground, having been slapped flying twice in succession and suffering such severe injuries that he had passed out cold, the crowd stared with wide eyes, their minds utterly shaken.
Who could have guessed that the once fierce and notorious underground king of Ning Province—an Earth Realm Martial Artist like Zhao Heilong—would end up looking like a pathetic, beaten dog today?
This utterly defied everyone's expectations, sending shockwaves through them!
In that instant!
The crowd's gaze toward Bai Feng finally shifted. This young man was not foolish at all; he possessed genuine, terrifying skill.
"Uncle..."
Having just regained consciousness, Zhang Shihao opened his eyes only to see his uncle Zhao Heilong slapped flying and knocked out cold on the spot. Panic instantly seized him.
The wild bastard he had despised from the bottom of his heart turned out to be even stronger than his uncle, who was just a step away from becoming a Heaven Realm Martial Artist.
"What... what are you going to do..."
Seeing Bai Feng walking toward him once again, Zhang Shihao's voice began to tremble, and he even forgot about the pain in his body.
"Where did you get that pendant?"
Retrieving another piece of jade pendant from Zhang Shihao's pocket, Bai Feng asked coldly.
"The Xu family gave it to me."
Without a moment's hesitation, Zhang Shihao hurriedly looked toward Matriarch Xu and her group, terror filling his eyes.
"I'm talking about the other one."
Bai Feng cast a chilling glance at the Xu family. Matriarch Xu had actually given his fiancée Xu Shuyin's engagement token to someone else; she was truly beyond stupid.
"I don't know either. My dad made me wear it all the time, saying it wards off evil and brings good luck."
Zhang Shihao blurted out quickly, completely stripped of his previous arrogance and bravado.
"Call and ask now, or your remaining legs will be broken too," Bai Feng said slowly, sounding entirely serious.
"My... my hands are broken..." Zhang Shihao burst into tears of terror, frantic and panicked.
Right now, let alone making a phone call, he couldn't even pick up a phone.
"Young Master Zhang, don't worry. I've already contacted Patriarch Zhang, and he said he'll be right here."
Standing at the edge of the crowd, Liu Rong spoke up hurriedly. Before Zhao Heilong had arrived, he had already contacted Zhang Shihao's father, Zhang Wei.
"Daring to lay a hand on my son, I want to see who has the guts."
Just as Liu Rong's voice trailed off, a dignified and resonant voice echoed, and a group of people appeared at the entrance of the banquet hall.
Seeing Zhang Wei—the middle-aged man striding in with an imposing aura—the crowd quickly quieted down, their eyes filled with even greater dread and respect than when they had seen Zhao Heilong.
After all, although Zhao Heilong was the underground king of Ning Province, in front of his brother-in-law, Zhang Family Patriarch Zhang Wei, he behaved like an obedient grandson.
"Dad, save me..."
Seeing his father's familiar face, panic gripped Zhang Shihao's heart, and his tone grew increasingly frantic.
As Zhang Wei stepped into the banquet hall and took in the scene before him, his expression turned instantly gloomy.
He had never imagined that his son would have one leg and both arms broken by someone, while his brother-in-law Zhao Heilong was sprawled on the floor unconscious, with half his face caved in and his mouth covered in blood.
"Who are you?"
Zhang Wei fixed a grim gaze on Bai Feng, his tone carrying a potent pressure that made the surrounding crowd hesitant to breathe too heavily.
"Where did this pendant come from?"
Without answering Zhang Wei, Bai Feng held up the pendant he had taken from Zhang Shihao's neck and asked coldly.
"Kid, no matter who you are, there are consequences you cannot bear—and your friends and family even less so."
Seeing the pendant in the other's hand, a flash of ferocity crossed Zhang Wei's eyes as his tone grew colder and more majestic, leaving his implication unsaid.
*Crack!*
Bai Feng raised his foot, placed it on Zhang Shihao's remaining leg, and brought it down hard before looking coldly at Zhang Wei.
Instantly, Zhang Shihao passed out once again, without even a chance to scream.
*Swish!*
The onlookers were chilled to the bone, their hair standing on end.
"You..."
Zhang Wei flew into a rage, his dark face turning instantly livid. The opponent was brazenly arrogant and overbearing.
"I bought that pendant for a hefty price from the Tuoba Family in Ning Province."
Seeing the other's foot drift toward his son's left arm, Zhang Wei's eyelids twitched violently despite his fury. He wanted to charge forward at once, but ultimately held back.
This young man was a madman who could not be judged by ordinary logic!
"Brother-in-law... he is an Earth Realm Martial Artist..."
Helped to his feet, Zhao Heilong regained consciousness and called out to warn Zhang Wei from behind.
Feeling as though his inner strength had been entirely drained, Zhao Heilong burned with frustration and rage.
"Young man, don't think you can run amok just because you're an Earth Realm Martial Artist. The reason the Zhang Family has remained the top prestigious clan in Fengcheng is with the consent of the Tuoba Family of Ning Province.
Zhao Heilong becoming an Earth Realm Martial Artist, as well as that pendant, are both connected to the Tuoba Family.
Moreover, the eldest young master of the Tuoba Family will arrive in Fengcheng this afternoon. I advise you to give me a satisfactory explanation right now."
Zhang Wei gave Bai Feng a deep look, laying out the Zhang Family's true trump card.
The Tuoba Family mentioned by Zhang Family Patriarch Zhang Wei boasted two Heaven-tier Martial Artists and was a genuine top-tier martial arts clan in Ning Province.
A truly terrifying behemoth!
In that instant, everyone present felt cold sweat break out along their spines!
Matriarch Xu and her group felt their knees go weak, trembling violently as despair flooded their eyes.