115: Chapter 115 Even your father couldn't protect you

That fat man, known as the "Young Master", was the only son of the city lord of Wangjiang City, Pan Long.

Relying on his father's power, he was used to lording over others in this city and had never been contradicted like this before.

Especially right when he was about to enjoy his "delicacy".

He looked at Zhao Ruoan walking step by step.

The flesh on his face twitched, and anger surged up, suppressing the momentary palpitation from just a moment ago.

"Are your fucking ears deaf? This Young Master told you to get lost!" Pan Long cursed, pointing at Zhao Ruoan's nose.

The few playboys by his side also chimed in to stir up trouble.

"Where did this bumpkin come from, daring to meddle in Young Master Pan's business? Tired of living, are you?!"

"Kid, kneel down now, kowtow three loud heads to Young Master Pan, and break one of your own arms, and maybe you can still keep your dog's life."

"How dare you take more than a second look at a woman Young Master Pan has set his eyes on? Don't want your eyes anymore?"

Zhao Ruoan's footsteps did not stop, and he didn't even spare half a glance for those clamoring fellows.

His gaze had fallen on Pan Long from beginning to end, and that look was frighteningly calm, just like looking at a dead man.

Pan Long was creeped out by his gaze, and an unprecedented sense of crisis gripped his heart.

"What the fuck are you all standing around dazed for?!"

He roared outwardly strong but inwardly weak at the guards he brought along, "Get him, this Young Master! Break his legs! Throw him out to feed the dogs for me!"

Those guards were also people from the city lord's mansion. Usually, following Pan Long, they hadn't done fewer bad deeds, and their hands were stained with blood.

Although they felt that Zhao Ruoan's Aura was a bit off, on the territory of the city lord's mansion, who would they be afraid of?

Receiving the order, four robust-looking guards grinningly drew the sabers at their waists and flanked Zhao Ruoan from four directions.

"Kid, in your next life, keep your eyes open wider when you are reincarnated!"

The leading guard slashed down with his blade, the edge carrying the sound of the wind, aiming straight for Zhao Ruoan's shoulder.

If this strike landed solidly, half of an ordinary person's body would have been dismantled.

The innkeeper and waiters in the restaurant were all so frightened that they closed their eyes, unable to bear watching the bloody scene that followed.

The young girl caught by Pan Long screamed even more in fright.

However, Zhao Ruoan did not move at all.

Just at the moment when the blade was about to fall, he merely raised his right hand casually and extended two fingers.

The index finger and middle finger.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound of metal clashing.

Everyone was stunned.

That heavy and powerful steel saber was steadily pinched by those two seemingly fair and slender fingers.

The blade's edge was a mere three inches away from Zhao Ruoan's shoulder, yet it could no longer advance even a fraction of an inch.

"Wha... What?!"

The slashing guard's eyeballs were practically popping out.

He exerted all his strength, wanting to pull the blade back, but the blade body was as if welded dead by iron pliers, motionless.

How is this possible?

Is this kid a monster? Pinched my full-strength slash with two fingers?

Zhao Ruoan looked at him, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, carrying a trace of mockery in that smile.

"Your strength is too small."

He said indifferently.

Then, his fingers exerted a slight force.

"Crack!"

A crisp snap.

That saber forged from refined steel unexpectedly broke into two sections from the middle!

The broken half of the blade swept a cold light through the air, and with a sound of "puf", faster than when it came, it stabbed into the guard's thigh.

"Ah——!"

The guard let out a shrill scream, clutching his bleeding thigh, and collapsed heavily onto the ground.

The entire main hall was dead silent.

Everyone was stunned by this unbelievable scene.

The remaining three guards who were about to rush up froze in place as if cast with an immobilization spell, the grimaces on their faces turning into panic.

Pan Long and his group of bad companions were even more frightened until their faces turned pale, their mouths open wide enough to stuff an egg in.

"I... Did I see wrong? He broke the knife with his fingers?"

"Is this something a human can do? He is a Cultivator! Definitely a Cultivator!"

"It's over, Pan Long has kicked a steel plate this time..."

Zhao Ruoan ignored those people's shock and flicked his fingers.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three sounds of breaking through the air.

Three chopsticks placed on the table transformed into three black lights, accurately hitting the knees of the other three guards.

"Ah! My leg!"

"The leg is broken! My leg is broken!"

Screams rose one after another.

The three guards followed in their companion's footsteps, clutching their legs and rolling and wailing on the ground.

From beginning to end, Zhao Ruoan didn't even move his footsteps by half an inch.

In a snap of the fingers, he crippled four elite guards of the city lord's mansion.

This level of strength had already exceeded the cognition of all Mortals present.

The two little girls, Qiuyin and Xiamo, looked at their Young Master's calm and composed appearance, their eyes full of little stars of worship.

Young Master is too amazing!

Only then did Zhao Ruoan resume his steps, leisurely walking up to Pan Long, who had already been frightened silly.

He lowered his head, looking down at the fat man who was a head taller than him.

"Now, can we have a good talk?"

Pan Long trembled all over like a sieve, and bean-sized cold sweat rolled down from his forehead.

He finally understood what kind of existence he had provoked.

This was not someone he could afford to offend!

"Se... Senior..."

His voice was trembling, entirely devoid of his previous arrogant Aura, "It... It was me who was blind and failed to recognize Mount Tai, offending Senior! I beg Senior to spare my life! I beg Senior to spare my life!"

As he spoke, he was about to kneel down.

"Wait."

Zhao Ruoan spoke.

Pan Long's movement stiffened, looking at him incomprehendingly.

Zhao Ruoan didn't look at him, but turned sideways instead, saying to the middle-aged man still kneeling on the ground in a daze and the young girl trembling behind him: "You guys come over."

The father and daughter walked over tremblingly.

Zhao Ruoan pointed at them, and then said to Pan Long: "The target you should beg for mercy from is not me."

Pan Long was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted.

Without saying another word, he turned around and knelt down toward that pair of father and daughter with a "thud" sound.

The sound of those knees hitting the floor was so loud that everyone's heart skipped a beat.

"Uncle! Miss! It was my fault! It was my heart clouded by lard! It was me who wasn't human!"

Pan Long said while using both hands alternately, fiercely slapping his own face.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

That sound was loud and crisp, making his group of drinking buddies feel their hearts race with panic.

When had they ever seen Pan Long in such a pathetic state?

"I beg you adults to be magnanimous and let me go like a fart!"

Where had the young girl and her father ever seen such a spectacle? For a moment, they were so frightened and at a loss that they retreated repeatedly.

Zhao Ruoan watched this scene with little expression on his face.

He turned his head to look at Pan Long's friends who were equally frightened until their legs went weak.

"And you guys."

Those playboys gave a start, scrambled to kneel down, and kowtowed desperately toward that pair of father and daughter.

"We were wrong! We shouldn't have chimed in!"

"We won't ever dare again! I beg the young lady to spare us!"

For a time, in the main hall of Wangjiang Tower, a patch of people knelt down, and the sounds of begging for mercy and kowtowing were endless.

The innkeeper and waiters were dumbfounded watching this.

Are these still those overbearing and untouchable Young Masters of officials from usual days?

In front of this young man, how come they were even more submissive than grandsons?

Right at this moment, outside the restaurant, a sudden flurry of rapid and dense footsteps came over, mixed with the clanging sound of armor colliding.

"The City Lord's Mansion Guard! Make way quickly! Make way quickly!"

Hearing this voice, Pan Long, who was kneeling on the ground, flashed a trace of imperceptible joy in his eyes.

His dad had come!

His savior had arrived!

His confidence instantly returned in his heart.

No matter how powerful this kid was, would he dare to go against the entire city lord's mansion?

His dad was the local emperor of Wangjiang City, raising hundreds of Cultivator guards under his command, among whom there were no lack of experts in the Qi Refinement Stage!

Thinking of this, his kowtowing motion stopped, and his back straightened up a bit secretly.

Zhao Ruoan naturally noticed this little action of his and also heard the commotion outside.

The corner of his mouth curved into a cold sneer.

"What? Thinking your dad is here, so you think you're hot stuff again?"

Pan Long's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Zhao Ruoan squatted down, patted his fat face, his voice very light, yet carrying an unquestionable chill.

"I'm telling you, today, let alone your dad, even if the King of Heaven came, he wouldn't be able to save you."