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Chapter 166 Why are you yelling so loudly?

The atmosphere suddenly froze for a moment.

Whether it was important figures like Meng Zhenhu and Wang Xu, or anyone else present, they all looked astonished.

"Has this kid lost his mind?"

"Can't he see that even the Pavilion Master obeys this Miss Murong?"

"No way, how dare this kid? Who gave him the courage to provoke us?"

Many people were dumbfounded, their expressions towards Li Wudao filled with strangeness.

Li Nanzhi's pretty face changed slightly, and she then covered her forehead with her hand in a bitter expression.

She realized that her cousin was the type who wouldn't suffer a loss, the kind who would proudly face even someone with a powerful background.

However, such a tough stance will inevitably bring disaster upon oneself, with the disadvantages outweighing the advantages.

"Haha, what a stupid kid. Even I, the Minister, have fallen for this girl. Does he think he's special?"

Miao Mingda, who had just been severely reprimanded, was stunned for a moment, but secretly sneered in his heart.

Having held a high position for many years, how could he not see that the girl in the gorgeous dress was no ordinary person?

Even Xiang Leping, who was on par with the heads of several major families in the capital, was extremely respectful in front of this girl, which shows how terrifying the power behind her was.

But Li Wudao, like a fool, dared to provoke the other party at this critical juncture. What else could it be but courting death?

He could almost picture Li Wudao being ordered to be severely beaten, following in his footsteps.

Just thinking about it makes me feel so good!

Little did they know that Xiang Leping, the head of the pavilion, and Du Peng, the manager, were also involved.

At this moment, however, his face was solemn, and he subconsciously moved closer to Murong Qinglan. He showed almost no anger, but rather a tense atmosphere as if facing a formidable enemy.

Just as expectant eyes were fixed upon them.

But Murong Qinglan was slightly taken aback. Instead of getting angry as everyone had expected, she smiled and said in a pleasant voice:

“If Young Master Li wants to kill him, I will not stop him. I am just afraid that the blood will be splattered everywhere and affect your mood.”

At this point, her beautiful eyes flashed, and she continued, "If Young Master Li could grant me this favor, I can arrange a 30% discount on all expenses for today. How about that?"

Upon hearing this, Li Wudao was somewhat surprised.

He had expected the other party to get angry or say something threatening, but he didn't expect them to be so gentle and give him a lot of face.

Since that's the case, there's no need to fight to the bitter end.

"Very well, for Miss Murong's sake, I will spare his life for now."

Seeing that Li Wudao had relented, Meng Zhenhu and the others were about to show their joy.

"Crack!"

But then Li Wudao exerted a little force with his foot, directly shattering several of Meng Yan's meridians, and then kicked him in front of Meng Zhenhu like a football.

"My cultivation level... No! You... You're ruthless!"

On the cold floor, Meng Yan felt a sweet taste in his throat and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood. His face twisted with resentment and malice before he fainted.

Wow!

The whole audience changed color.

No one expected that Li Wudao would still dare to make a move under these circumstances.

Moreover, he readily deposed the son of the Marquis of Zhennan, showing he truly had no intention of leaving himself a way out.

"Yan'er!"

Upon detecting that Meng Yan's cultivation had been crippled, Meng Zhenhu's refined face instantly turned ashen, his eyes turning red as he said, "Boy, you're provoking me!"

Even though he was always cautious and meticulous in his dealings, he could no longer suppress his rage and murderous intent.

He repeatedly injured and humiliated his only son.

Today, they even brazenly crippled his cultivation right in front of him. Their arrogant attitude was something he could hardly tolerate.

"Why are you yelling so loudly?"

Li Wudao picked at his ear: "I'm just collecting some interest, look how anxious you are. If it weren't for Miss Murong's sake, your precious son would be dead long ago."

At this point, he changed the subject, and said with a faint sneer, "Besides, so what if I provoke you? What can you do to me?"

At the mid-stage of King Martial realm, he posed absolutely no threat.

"You...you're asking for death!"

Meng Zhenhu's face was visibly flushed.

Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone a ruthless marquis who kills without blinking an eye. How could he tolerate a young boy repeatedly provoking him?

He couldn't care less about anything else at the moment, and angrily stepped forward, unleashing a powerful palm strike with intense killing intent.

"boom--"

The powerful palm strike caused the air to ripple, making people's ears ring.

It is conceivable that if this palm strike were to land on a mortal body, it would instantly shatter into pieces, leaving no trace of the deceased.

"Cousin, watch out!"

Li Nanzhi's beautiful eyes trembled, and she exclaimed in surprise.

It should be noted that the Marquis of Zhennan's strength is unmatched in the Great Yu Dynasty; even his father, Prince Rui, is inferior to him.

Most importantly, it is rumored that when the Marquis of Zhennan makes a move, he is ruthless and decisive, leaving no one alive or severely injured.

Although she believed in Li Wudao's talent and strength, she couldn't help but feel a little worried at this moment.

"They've taken the bait..."

Li Wudao's lips curled slightly, and he was about to strike swiftly and seize the opportunity to kill.

Just then, Murong Qinglan frowned slightly and said softly, "Elder Cui."

Immediately afterwards, an old servant in a gray robe appeared out of thin air beside the girl and bowed slightly.

"Block him."

"Yes."

The gray-robed old servant responded, then expressionlessly leaped into the air, effortlessly deflecting Meng Zhenhu's attack and forcing the latter back more than ten steps.

"High-level Martial King!"

Feeling the slight numbness in his arm, Meng Zhenhu's expression was uncertain, his fist clenched tightly in his sleeve.

With just one strike, he was at a disadvantage. This unassuming old man in gray robes was at least a peak Martial King.

"To have such a powerful figure as her protector, this girl with the surname Murong is probably a key figure in the Imperial Treasure Pavilion..."

Meng Zhenhu felt a dark cloud hanging over him.

He couldn't understand why Murong Qinglan turned a blind eye to Li Wudao's rule-breaking, while he was targeted instead.

The whole place was in dead silence; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned by the old servant in the gray robe's strength, staring blankly for a long time before they came to their senses.

"From this moment forward, anyone who dares to cause trouble within the Imperial Treasure Pavilion will be considered to have challenged the Imperial Treasure Pavilion, and will bear the consequences!"

Murong Qinglan glanced at Meng Zhenhu, whose face was pale, and her words were icy.

Yu Bao Ge is a force second only to first-class sects, how could it be coerced by a small dynasty or family?

Do a few powerful and influential families even deserve to be treated like dirt?

Hearing this blatant threat,

Wang Xu, Meng Zhenhu, and the others, who had been so aggressive and murderous just moments before, were now all silent and dared not utter a single word of dissent. They were clearly intimidated by the powerful presence of the gray-robed old servant.

Seeing that all these so-called important figures in the capital had wilted, Murong Qinglan gently shook her head, then instructed Xiang Leping, who was waiting to the side:

"Master Xiang, please treat Young Master Li well and do not neglect him."

With that, she swayed her graceful waist, turned and left lightly, leaving everyone with a beautiful silhouette that left them with endless imagination.

"Miss Murong, please wait."

Suddenly, a figure blocked their way.

It was none other than the Second Prince, Li Sheng.

He stood there with a warm smile on his lips, head held high, trying to present his best self.

She glanced at him, a hint of displeasure in her eyes: "Who are you, and why are you blocking my way?"