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  "Mr. Chen, are you alright?"

  The middle-aged man with a big bald head glared at Ling Hao and Han Yexiang, threateningly saying: "Miss Han, no matter what status the Han family has in Longhua, if you don't apologize to Old Man Chen today and beg for his forgiveness."

  "I guarantee that all families in Longhua City will unanimously oppose the Han family."

  "Not bad, Miss Han, representing the Han family, don't you know what kind of identity Old Man Chen is? Still not kneeling down to apologize to Old Man Chen."

  Another middle-aged man with a cold face scolded angrily.

  Chen Lao was ridiculed on their own turf, saying that going out is the fault of these landlords.

  Back in Kyoto, Old Chen just needs to make a few rounds and he will definitely be able to make these small families from Longhua City unable to leave with their tails between their legs.

  A hundred years of foundation destroyed in an instant.

  It's pointless to consider which family is more important, the Han or the Chen.

  Ling Hao stood with his hands behind his back, gazing indifferently at everything, and did not rush to speak.

  He really wants to see what kind of tricks these people can come up with.

  And what's with this Chen guy, what kind of identity does he have that makes people so apprehensive?

  "Can Song Bo and Tian Bo represent all families in Longhua City?"

  Upon hearing the two men's rebuke, Han Yexiang's chest heaved with anger, and she said coldly: "If this old man had informed me in advance, not only would I have given him this room, but even if I had to buy out this entire place for him, I wouldn't have hesitated."

  "Are families from the capital no longer bound by etiquette once they arrive in the countryside?"

  Han Ye-shuang said this, she really is ready to go all out.

  Using Han Jia to threaten her, these people really thought wrong.

  Even if grandma knew, she would never blame her.

  If it were the master of the Kyoto Chen family who came today, Han Yesong would still have to be considerate. A steward, put bluntly, was just a dog bullying the Han family into nothingness.

  But Han Yexiang knew Ling Hao's temper.

  If they lose face here today, the relationship that the Han family and Ling Huan have built up with great difficulty will be completely destroyed.

  "Miss Han, let's just forget it."

  Tang Ming and Nie Hu exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with boundless worry.

  Kyoto, Chen's home.

  These four words represent a huge force under the emperor's feet.

  Those forces are entrenched and intertwined, covering the country, offending them will not bring good results.

  Han Yexiang was the heir of the Han family, intelligent and clever, but today she didn't know why she would be so worked up over Ling Huan.

  Ling Hao is strong, but he's just one person, and it's absolutely impossible for him to go against the entire Chen family.

  "If you two mention retreat again, then from now on, consider that I have never met you."

  Ling Hao opened his mouth, his voice indifferent.

  Someone shat on my neck and I'm still expected to hand them toilet paper, what the hell is this humiliation.

  "This..."

  Nie Hu and Tang Ming smiled wryly and shrank their necks.

  Ling Hao's words were already quite extreme, what else could they say, at most they would just make a hole in the sky.

  "Kid, you're a bit too arrogant, throw him down there for me."

  A man surnamed Song with an unpleasant gaze beckoned to his subordinates, and more than a dozen burly warriors standing behind him instantly charged towards Ling Hua.

  A young man in his early twenties is nothing but a nobody in their eyes.

  "Get out!"

  Ling Hao's eyes locked onto several people, his feet unmoving, as he exhaled a stream of pearls. Suddenly, a thunderous voice burst forth from his mouth, shaking the room with its deafening sound.

  The bulletproof glass nearby shattered in an instant and fell like ice flowers.

  Those more than ten people who rushed up were even more miserable.

  Each of them was pale-faced, with fresh blood remaining in their mouths, eye corners and noses.

  "Killing with a single breath, Yuan Shen realm."

  "Could it be a Yuan Shen Realm Master?"

  Tian surname middle-aged man stared at all this, with a surprised expression.

  Han Ye Shuang was already one of the top geniuses in Longhua City at just over twenty years old and half a step into the Yuan Shen stage.

  The young man in front of him was only in his early twenties and was also a Yuan Shen realm master.

  When did Yuan Shenjing masters become so worthless?

  They brought people who rarely experienced a siege.

  Enter Tao, Earthly Bane, Heavenly Executioner.

  A martial artist starts training at six years old and with talent can barely reach entry level by eighteen.

  Those with innate talent can reach Di Sha, those without peer in their innate talent can reach Tian Gang.

  A 20-year-old Yuan Shen Jing master, unheard of.

  "No wonder he's so fearless and talented, wherever he goes, he'll be treated like a treasure."

  Tian surname middle-aged secretly measured in his heart, his eyes dimly scanned over Ling Hao's body with even more surprise.

  At this time, Ling Hao was like an ordinary person, as if he had never made a move.

  If it weren't for the wind and clouds surging in through the shattered window, he would never have believed that it was Ling Hao's arm just now.

  These days, I heard that in Longjiang City, there is a young master who is unmatched. This should be him.

  He is just too young.

  Chen Lao was a member of the Chen family, and no matter how talented or highly cultivated he was, offending the Chen family was like gambling with the King of Hell for one's life.

  Not just Tian.

  Ling Hao let out a mouthful of air and severely injured more than ten martial artists. The expression on Song's face turned extremely gloomy.

  Like the sky before a heavy rain shower.

  At this age, reaching the Yuanshen realm, if it's not stopped now, in the future, he will become a great enemy.

  Moreover, now with Old Chen backing him up, he has something to rely on.

  "Kid, you indeed have the capital to be arrogant, but arrogance in front of Chen will push you into an endless abyss."

  Chen Lao was secretly shocked in his heart.

  They also have Chen family juniors who reached the Yuan Shen realm at this age.

  So he was just startled for a moment before scolding.

  "What Mr. Chen said is right, boy, kneel down and apologize to Mr. Chen, otherwise don't think about leaving the hotel today."

  A middle-aged man with the surname Song echoed in agreement and then beckoned with his hand, whereupon over ten young men from the Song family rushed forward.

  "If you all want to die, then Ling will be your tomb."

  Ling Hao swept his gaze over the middle-aged man with the surname Song, his words slow, but his figure had already disappeared like a ghost.

  Boom! Boom!

  Bang!

  In the blink of an eye, Ling Hao's figure had reappeared in front of Old Man Chen.

  But those who rushed up were red in the face, and every one of them had a sunken chest.

  Just now, there were also bursts of rib fractures sounds.

  More than a dozen powerful warriors of the Di Sha Realm were slaughtered by Ling Huan without him even breaking a sweat.

  Killing these people doesn't bring much sense of accomplishment.

  So Ling Hao's move was just to break these people's ribs and render them useless.

  He lightly clapped his palms, and Ling Hao said with a teasing tone: "Surnamed Song, the ancestors of the Song family wouldn't dare to be so arrogant in front of me, do you think these small shrimp can cause any harm to me?"

  Longhua City surnamed Song, must be the family of Song Chusheng, the Song family.

  Ling Hao's mind turned slightly and he already knew.

  He had an appointment with the Song family's ancestors, but as soon as he set foot in Longhua City, he was provoked by the Song family again.

  This time, it seems like Song's family is going all out.

  A martial arts family, Ling Hao had never taken it seriously before.

  In the tomb, Song Chu was killed like this.

  If middle-aged people still don't know what's going on, Ling Hao doesn't suggest letting the middle-aged person in front of him reunite with Song Chuyi.

  "Our ancestors?"

  The surname Song's face changed, and he immediately looked ugly: "Could it be that you are going to kill Song Chuyi?"

  Song Chuyu is dead, this is no secret, and many people in the Song family have also lost their lives.

  The curved knife forged by Lao Zu was also taken away.

  This is a very embarrassing thing.

  Lao Zu returned and said that he had an appointment with a young man ten days later.

  Could it be the young man in front of me?

  The person with the surname Song seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly turned pale.

  If it's true, then he has kicked an iron plate.

  Even Lao Zu couldn't easily defeat him, yet he's ridiculously letting his subordinates die.

  (End of chapter)

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