Dongshan provincial capital.
Su Ming Villa.
Ever since Jiang Lan left with the people from Black Dragon Hall, Su Ming was the only one left in the villa.
Su Ming has been meditating and practicing these days to consolidate his cultivation at the sixth level of the Golden Core.
On the night of the fourth day, Su Ming suddenly received a call from Heilong.
The base camp of Heilongtang Provincial City was attacked!
The few grandmasters who stayed at the base camp were all injured.
The rest of the people are now scattered in various cities in southern Henan, and it is too late to go back for support.
Now only Su Ming was the closest, and he had no choice but to ask Su Ming to take action.
After Su Ming hung up the phone, he directly used his flying sword, disappeared, and rushed towards the Zunhuang Entertainment Club.
Eleven o'clock in the evening is supposed to be the busiest time in the nightclub.
But at this time, the Zunhuang Entertainment Club was extremely quiet.
In the club, everyone gathered in the bar on the first floor. The guests and waiters who came for leisure and entertainment were all trembling as they looked at the unkempt old man on the stage.
The old man moved a sofa from somewhere, crossed his legs, and clasped his smelly feet with a look of enjoyment.
"Old guy, do you know where this place is? If you dare to come here to cause trouble, do you know what the consequences will be?"
At the bottom of the stage, a young man with a pale face and blood stains on the corner of his mouth pointed at the old man on the stage and shouted with gritted teeth.
The old man put his clasped fingers under his nose and smelled it, with a look of enjoyment on his face: "A master in his twenties, he is extremely talented. In time, his achievements in martial arts will surely surpass me."
"pity!"
The old man suddenly changed the subject and his eyes became cold: "It's a pity that your fate is not good. Being an enemy of my old man is destined to kill your talent in the cradle!"
As soon as the voice fell, his five fingers turned into claws and he swooped towards the young man in the audience.
The young man seemed to be lifted up by his neck, his feet lifted off the ground and suspended in the air.
When the people around saw this scene, their eyes widened in disbelief.
The two of them are so far apart, one is on stage and the other is off stage, so why are they floating?
Could this be a magic show arranged by the club?
Or are they making a movie?
But if we are shooting a movie, where is the camera?
And this fight scene is too real, right?
Under everyone's surprised gazes, the young man's body drifted towards the old man.
His face turned from pale to red. If it weren't for the support of his master-level cultivation, he would have been suffocated by now.
"How come you, such a bad old man, dare to run wild on my territory? I think you are used to living a comfortable life and want to be abused, right?"
Just as the young man's body floated above the stage, a discordant sound came from outside the door.
Everyone present turned their heads and looked in the direction of the gate at the same time.
I saw a young man with his hands in his pockets walking towards the inside.
"Who is this? If you dare to talk to that old man like that, it seems he will be in trouble this time!"
"Another young man in his twenties, he must be the same as the previous one. He thought he had some skills and could see everything, but in the end he was beaten by the old man?"
"What does it mean to have some ability? That one is a martial arts master! Such a young martial arts master is naturally arrogant! If he hadn't met this old monster, I'm afraid not many people would be able to do anything to him."
"What a pity! These young masters will all fall into the hands of this old man today."
"..."
While everyone in the audience was talking quietly, the old man on the stage also looked at the young man who was walking towards him.
He squinted his eyes and observed the young man for a long time, but he didn't feel a trace of zhenqi fluctuations in his body, and his brows couldn't help but frown slightly.
There is no real energy fluctuation at all. Isn't he a warrior?
He is not a warrior, but he has the courage of Tathagata, how dare he yell at me like this, the old man?
"Old guy, considering your age, I'll give you a chance."
As the young man walked, he said: "Let him go now and get out of here. I can forget about today's events."
"hehe!"
When the old man heard this, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers! Tell me, old man, to get out? I don't know where you got the confidence to dare to talk to me like this!"
"My confidence?"
Su Ming stretched out his right hand, looked at it, and then waved his palm directly towards the stage.
"Snapped!"
The next second.
A loud slap resounded throughout the entire audience!
On the stage, the old man's mouth was cracked, his expression was dull, and his face was full of disbelief.
The young man floating above the stage, under the influence of this slap, escaped from the old man's control and fell onto the stage, gasping for air.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Su."
After taking a few breaths, the young man cupped his fists and thanked the young man.
This young man was none other than Su Ming, who came over after receiving the call from Black Dragon.
He waved his hand and said calmly: "Now is not the time to talk about this. Please organize your manpower and evacuate the crowd here."
"Yes, Mr. Su."
The young grandmaster nodded, immediately came down from the stage, organized the club staff, and began to evacuate the crowd.
These people were originally forcibly detained here. When they heard that they could leave, they rushed towards the door one by one.
"Did I let you go?"
An old and powerful voice sounded at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful pressure instantly filled the entire bar.
The people who were running towards the gate suddenly felt as if the floors above them were all pressing down. Their legs were weak and they had no strength to take another step forward.
"Old man, you are shameless, right?"
Su Ming said lightly, raised his hand and slapped the old man on the stage in the air.
"Snapped!"
The old man's body turned in a circle and then fell down on the stage.
The pressure was completely eliminated by this slap.
Everyone at the scene breathed a sigh of relief, and each of them quickened their pace, running towards the door as if running for their lives.
"How can it be?"
"How can this be?"
The old man who collapsed on the stage looked at the ceiling and murmured with a lifeless look on his face.
He had already entered the Grandmaster realm decades ago.
Now that he has reached the Great Perfection state of the Grandmaster, there are few opponents in the world.
Even if Zhao Wuji from the Martial Arts Alliance was in front of him, he would have the confidence to fight him.
But he never expected that one day he would be brutally raped here by a young man who looked to be only in his twenties!
What kind of cultivation is he?
Why can't I feel a trace of zhenqi fluctuation on his body, but I can't avoid his attack?
In front of him, it was like meeting a college student's toddler, completely helpless?
