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In this situation, with so many lives already lost, Zhao Yang remained resolute in his wager with the middle-aged man. If he could walk out of the tavern, the man would take his own life right there.
A flicker of resentment flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, quickly fading away. He tried to appear amiable as he said, "Friend, I believe what happened earlier was a misunderstanding. It was my fault for not recognizing your worth. Please, let us discuss this at my family's home, and my elders will surely compensate you for your losses."
"Compensate?" Zhao Yang chuckled lightly. "If we hadn't won against you, would you still be so generous? You’ve lost dozens of capable hands today. Do you expect us to visit the Wang family and then have you capture us all? Do you think we're fools, or is it just that your brain isn't functioning properly? Don't you find this line of reasoning laughable?"
At this point, despair washed over the middle-aged man. He thought to himself that he was truly going to die today. He replied, "If you don't believe me, that's fine. I genuinely invite you to visit my family."
Zhao Yang responded, "Whether you're sincere or not is secondary; I am definitely going to the Wang family today."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man's face lit up with hope. After all, Zhao Yang was still young; once he entered the Wang family, he would undoubtedly meet his end at the hands of those from Xuanfo Temple. However, Zhao Yang's tone shifted abruptly as he added, "But our wager still awaits your fulfillment. If you don't act soon, you won't have another chance."
"You!" The middle-aged man was infuriated.
Zhao Yang didn't even glance at him but turned to a few young members of the Wang family who had been immobilized by him. "You lot, whoever can kill him in the shortest time will earn his freedom."
As soon as he finished speaking, a burly young man from the Wang family charged at the middle-aged man. Terror filled the man's eyes as he exclaimed, "Jier! I'm your uncle; you can't kill me!"
"I'm sorry, Uncle, but if I don't kill you, I'll die!"
With that, Jier struck down towards the middle-aged man's crown. A scream echoed through the air when another young man intervened; a gleaming silver spear shot forth with crimson light and pierced through Jier. This newcomer then smashed Jier's head with a punch before soaring into the air without hesitation and shooting the middle-aged man dead with a single thrust of his spear. The entire process was fluid and seamless, prompting Zhao Yang to applaud in approval.
Zhao Yang clapped his hands and nodded in satisfaction. "You may leave now."
Without a word, the young man turned and fled. He understood that he had provoked a wrathful killing machine. Behind him echoed the screams of former companions as he set his sights on escaping toward the Wang family.
Moments later, within the Royal Fortress of Heavenly Harmony City, a group of people gathered in the conference hall, their eyes filled with fierce anger and humiliation.
"Hmph! What a bunch of useless fools! A single practitioner at the Divine Transformation Stage and another at the Nascent Soul Stage could wipe out all of you, who usually pride yourselves as geniuses capable of taking on ten opponents? Even your shadow guards, who were secretly protecting you, have fallen?" A burly man, standing eight feet tall, angrily questioned.
"Third Uncle, that person seems to be able to see through everything invisible. From my observations, it appears he has everything under control; challenging opponents beyond his level is definitely not an issue. Moreover, he looks refined and gentle, but when he strikes, he is incredibly ruthless. Several of my younger cousins and uncles died at his hands. I implore the family head to take charge," said a young man who had been released by Zhao Yang, looking towards the Wang Family Head seated at the front of the hall.
The Wang Family Head nodded, his long hair cascading down as his eyes narrowed slightly, seemingly contemplating a strategy.
"Reporting to the family head, our Wang family's three-hundred-year foundation boasts countless experts at the Foundation Establishment Stage, over a hundred at the Divine Transformation Stage, and ten at the Nascent Soul Stage. Even if that person had three heads and six arms, he would still be outnumbered. Besides, we have our shadow guards and the Heavenly Joy Sect as our backing. How dare these two ride over our Wang family's heads and tarnish our reputation? They must be punished severely to set an example; otherwise, any random cat or dog will come to bully us in the future!" said an old man with shifty eyes from below.
The Wang Family Head opened his eyes wide and stood up to address everyone: "Killing two practitioners is insignificant; the key issue is that one claims to be a disciple of Datong and the other a disciple of Consort of Rain. If either claim is true, it could lead to major trouble!"
"Hmph! The disciple of Datong Zen Master must be a monk; that young man has long hair—how could he possibly be a monk? Furthermore, how could a disciple of Consort of Rain mix with Datong's disciple? Why would they even come to Heavenly Harmony City? The Heavenly Joy Sect has been reclusive for thousands of years and has never interacted with any sects in the cultivation world. Are they here just for leisure? I suspect it's mostly false!" said a young man from the Royal Family's Third Generation.
The Wang Family Head nodded: "Even if it's not false, so what if they are truly disciples of Datong and Consort of Rain? Young people are ultimately still young. Not to mention Consort of Rain's combat power nearing immortality; I've long wanted to meet Datong Zen Master."
"Ha! You really aren't afraid of speaking too boldly!" A voice came from behind them. The members of the Wang family turned to see a young man and woman walking side by side. "My master hasn't gone on a killing spree for fifty years; I didn't expect that a small family like yours in Heavenly Harmony City would want to challenge him. As his disciple, if I don't teach you a lesson, it would be unreasonable!"
The speaker was Zhao Yang. He walked alongside Liu Rou without anyone from the Wang family's servants or guards being able to stop them. Hearing the Wang Family Head express intentions to confront Datong Zen Master made him laugh; it was not only amusing that the Wang family considered themselves significant in the cultivation world while being so ignorant of their own capabilities but also sad that after living peacefully for several years, they felt invincible until someone put them back in their place.
"Are you the pair who killed members of my Wang family?" asked the burly Third Uncle.
Slap!
A heavy slap echoed through the air, landing squarely on the face of the third master, causing his teeth to scatter across the floor as he spat blood, unable to speak. The one who struck him was not Zhao Yang, but Liu Rou. After delivering the blow, she immediately turned to Zhao Yang with a sweet, affected tone and said, "Zhao Yang, darling, my hand hurts from slapping him!"
Her demeanor was alluring and enchanting, her big eyes sparkling with feigned innocence.
"What? You dare to hit my wife and hurt her hand? None of you are leaving today!" Zhao Yang feigned fury, pointing at all the Wang family members in the hall.
The Wang family members were speechless.
"You two lowlifes, do you think this is a game?" questioned a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance. "You’re asking for death without knowing your place!"
This middle-aged man held an exalted position within the Wang family. He had been raised with a sense of superiority since childhood, mingling only with the elite and speaking in an official tone. He looked down on others from his lofty perch; in his eyes, apart from the family head and a few close friends, everyone else was beneath him. Thus, he was infuriated by Zhao Yang's antics.
"Truly, you refuse to take the path to heaven and instead barge into hell!"
"Today, you two will find it impossible to escape. Even if the Consort of Rain herself came, she couldn't save you!"
A group of people hurled insults at Zhao Yang. This scene caused him to momentarily lose focus as memories flooded back—he recalled being cornered and nearly killed by his uncles in the Zhao Family's council hall when he was very young. A fierce glint suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"Kill them!" The Wang Family Head could no longer contain himself; today's events had left him humiliated. In decades of managing the family business, he had never faced such disgrace at the hands of a young man.
"Darling, watch how I beat them up!" Zhao Yang turned to Liu Rou, who looked at him with admiration. They exchanged smiles before he took decisive action.
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