116: Chapter 116 Even the City Lord Has to Kneel

"Bang!"

The doors of Wangjiang Tower were kicked open by someone.

A middle-aged man wearing brocaded robes and a majestic expression strode in aggressively, leading a large troop of guards clad in heavy armor and holding long spears.

The newcomer was precisely Pan Hong, the City Lord of Wangjiang City.

As soon as he entered, his gaze swept across the entire scene.

When he saw his precious son, Pan Long, kneeling on the ground with his Face swollen like a pig's head, and all four of his guards wailing on the ground with broken legs, a surge of anger shot straight to his crown.

"Long'er!"

Pan Hong cried out in alarm and rushed over in three steps taking two.

"Dad! Dad, you're finally here! If you didn't come, your son would have been beaten to death!"

The moment Pan Long saw his dad, tears and snot instantly poured down. He hugged Pan Hong's thigh and began to howl in tears.

"Who is it! Who did this!"

Pan Hong lifted his son up, feeling heartache beyond measure as he looked at the slap marks on his Face. He turned his head, his gaze looking as if he wanted to eat someone alive, and sternly demanded.

Pan Long extended his plump finger and pointed at Zhao Ruoan, who was still squatting there.

"Dad! It's him! It's this wild brat who popped out from nowhere! Not only did he beat me, but he also crippled our four guards!"

Pan Hong's gaze shot toward Zhao Ruoan like a sharp sword.

He saw that Zhao Ruoan was wearing ordinary cyan martial attire, with two pretty little servant girls standing behind him. He looked just like a wealthy Young Master out on a journey, with not a shred of a Cultivator's spiritual power fluctuations on his body.

"A mere Mortal, yet you dare to run amok in my Wangjiang City?"

The anger burning in Pan Hong's heart grew even fiercer.

As a City Lord and also a Cultivator at the Ninth Stage of the Qi Refining Stage, he was supreme within the territory of Wangjiang City.

For so many years, no one had ever dared to disrespect his Face like this and beat his son publicly.

"How bold of you!"

Pan Hong pointed at Zhao Ruoan and shouted sternly, "Committing violent assaults in broad daylight! Do you have any regard for the law in your eyes? Do you have me, the City Lord, in your eyes at all!"

The guests in the restaurant, upon seeing the City Lord arrive personally and bring so many guards, were all frightened into shrinking into the corners, not daring to let out a single breath.

They all looked at Zhao Ruoan with sympathetic gazes.

Although this young man had powerful strength, a mighty dragon ultimately cannot suppress a local serpent.

Having beaten the City Lord's son, and now with the City Lord personally leading troops here, he was likely in grave danger now.

However, Zhao Ruoan acted as if he hadn't heard Pan Hong's angry shouts. He leisurely stood up and dusted off the non-existent dust on his clothes.

He raised his eyelids, glanced at Pan Hong, and spoke in a calm tone.

"You are his dad?"

Pan Hong was stunned, not expecting this brat to still dare be so arrogant in front of him.

"Audacious! Having seen this City Lord, why do you not kneel!"

A guard captain beside Pan Hong sternly reprimanded.

Zhao Ruoan laughed, laughing very happily.

"Kneel?"

It was as if he had heard some cosmic joke, "In this world, the person capable of making me kneel has not yet been born."

He turned his head to look at Pan Hong, a trace of playful amusement in his gaze.

"I actually feel that the person who should kneel is you."

"Arrogant!"

Pan Hong was completely infuriated, "This City Lord sees that you are tired of living! Men!"

He waved his large hand.

"Take this villain down for me! If there is any resistance, execute without mercy!"

"Yes!"

Dozens of guards behind him shouted in unison, raising the long spears in their hands to form a battle formation, closing in on Zhao Ruoan step by step.

Although most of these guards were Mortal soldiers, they were well-trained and full of Evil Qi. Moreover, there were seven or eight Cultivator guards at the Early Stage of the Qi Refining Stage mixed among them.

The battle formation formed by dozens of people connected their Aura into one. Even a Cultivator at the Late Stage of the Qi Refining Stage, if trapped within it, would be worn down to death alive.

A cruel, cold smile appeared on Pan Hong's Face.

He had already decided that no matter what background this brat had, he must die today!

He would use this person's blood to wash away the humiliation of the City Lord's Mansion and to tell everyone who the Dominator was in Wangjiang City!

Pan Long also climbed up from the ground, hiding behind his father and staring resentfully at Zhao Ruoan.

"Brat! You're dead! Once my dad catches you, I'm going to slice you into a thousand pieces! And those two little servant girls of yours, this Young Master will make them unable to live and unable to die!"

Upon hearing these words, Qiuyin and Xiamo turned pale with fright and instinctively gripped the corners of Zhao Ruoan's clothing tightly.

Zhao Ruoan gently patted their hands, signaling them to rest assured.

Then, he raised his head, looked at the closing battle formation, and shook his head.

"Truly... ignorant of life and death."

He softly sighed.

The next second, an invisible yet mountain-heavy Aura suddenly erupted from his body!

This Aura was not spiritual power, but a pure coercion originating from the level of life.

It was the Aura naturally emitted by the Physical Body and Divine Soul that had undergone a complete metamorphosis after cultivating the Great Dao Scripture with a Ninth-grade Immortal-class talent.

"Boom!"

The entire Wangjiang Tower felt as if it had been fiercely grasped by an invisible giant hand!

The air solidified.

Sound disappeared.

Everyone felt as if their hearts were pinched by a cold hand, making even breathing difficult.

The fierce expressions on the Faces of the guards who were charging forward instantly froze.

They seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, letting out muffled grunts one after another as the long spear weapons in their hands dropped to the floor with a clatter.

Immediately following that, a dramatic scene occurred.

With Zhao Ruoan at the center, the legs of those dozens of guards—whether they were Mortals or Cultivators—all went weak, and with a series of heavy thuds, they knelt down in unison like dumplings dropped into a pot!

Their Faces were pale, their entire bodies trembled like a sieve, and their eyes were filled with extreme fear, as if they had seen the most terrifying existence in the world.

They wanted to stand up, but found that their bodies simply refused to obey. A shudder originating from the depths of their Soul deprived them of even the courage to raise their heads and take a glance at Zhao Ruoan.

With a single thought, a hundred soldiers knelt!

In the entire main hall, apart from Zhao Ruoan and the two servant girls behind him, the only one who could still stand was the City Lord Pan Hong.

But his appearance at this moment was no better than those kneeling guards.

His legs were trembling, his Face was completely drained of color, and his teeth were chattering.

He stared fixedly at Zhao Ruoan, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"You... You..."

He wanted to say something, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked, unable to utter a single word.

The moment that coercion erupted just now, he, a Cultivator at the Ninth Stage of the Qi Refining Stage, felt as though he were a flat boat amidst raging waves, about to be crushed into smithereens at any moment.

What kind of power was this?

Spiritual Pressure? No! Ten thousand times more terrifying than Spiritual Pressure!

This was simply not a power that a Cultivator in the Qi Refinement Stage could possess!

Foundation Establishment? No! Even in the Foundation Establishment Stage, it was impossible to make all his elite guards kneel relying solely on Aura!

Golden Core!

Only a Golden Core Old Ancestor!

Only a legendary Golden Core Old Ancestor possessed such terrifying might!

He... he actually wanted to make a move against a Golden Core Old Ancestor?

Thinking of this, Pan Hong's liver and gallbladder were practically scared to the point of splitting.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

Zhao Ruoan looked at him, slowly walking over.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Every step felt like it was stepping on Pan Hong's heart.

Finally, he walked up in front of Pan Hong.

"Now, do you still think I am arrogant?"

Zhao Ruoan's voice was very calm, but heard in Pan Hong's ears, it was like demonic sounds coming from the Nine Netherworlds.

Pan Hong's psychological defense completely collapsed at this moment.

With a thud, his both knees heavily knelt onto the ground.

His kneecaps collided with the hard bluestone floor, producing a dull sound.

The City Lord of Wangjiang City, the supreme local emperor in this city, knelt just like that in front of everyone.

He knelt cleanly and neatly, without a shred of hesitation.

"Senior... spare my life!"

Pan Hong buried his head deeply into the ground, his voice filled with endless fear and remorse.