Wang Wenwu and Wang Ya walked behind a silver-haired middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was wearing a snow-white Taiji suit embroidered with a golden dragon and a pair of black cloth shoes. He had his hands behind his back.
The aura he exuded made it hard for the crowd to breathe.
Zhuo Bufan remained unmoved in her chair, as if she did not see the man at all.
Suddenly, someone shouted, "Isn't that the boss of Xinping County, Heibao?"
"No, there's also Ye Beiliang from North City."
"Brother Dadong from South City is also here."
It turned out that there were three other men behind Wang Wenwu. All of them looked like tigers and wolves. One look and anyone could tell that they were the big shots who held great power.
Chu Tian frowned and said, "I didn't expect Yang Qi to recruit the other big shots as soon as he came back. This is going to be difficult."
He could only take a gamble and pin all his hopes on Zhuo Bufan.
Why did so many big shots suddenly come to Blue Valley City? Now, hundreds of spectators were puzzled. Even the mayor would have to bow down to the combined power of this group of people.
And these people seemed to regard the middle-aged man with snow-white hair standing in the middle as their leader. His status was the highest among them.
"You are Zhuo Bufan? The one who chased my brother away and injured my nephew? "Yang Laoqi stared at Zhuo Bufan with eyes as sharp as an eagle's.
He was like an eagle hovering in the air that had found its prey underground.
Chen Qingai, Zhang Tongtong, Qin Yecang, Zhang Yue, Xu Yong, Jiang Lang, and the others looked at Zhuo Bufan with surprise and confusion.
These people are here for Zhuo Bufan?
"Who is this kid? Why are so many big shots flocking to him? "
"Looks like I've offended them. I'm probably dead this time."
"There are so many big shots here. Any one of them is capable of reaching the heavens. Even if Lord Chu Tian is protecting him, I'm afraid he won't be able to protect him."
Zhang Tongtong's little face was filled with anxiety and worry. She reached out her little hand and tugged at the corner of Zhuo Bufan's shirt. She asked weakly, "Brother Bufan, what happened?"
"I'm fine." Zhuo Bufan gave her a faint smile, picked up the teacup, put it to his lips, and took a sip. Then, he slowly put it down.
Yang Qi and the others widened their eyes in anger. This guy was too arrogant. There were so many big shots here, but he didn't even put them in his eyes.
"Zhuo Bufan, you're too arrogant." A middle-aged man in a suit stood out from the crowd. It was Yang Laoba. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Zhuo Bufan.
Yang Laoba was still pushing a wheelchair. A crippled young man was sitting in the wheelchair. It was his son, Yang Tiancheng.
Ever since Yang Tiancheng was crippled by Zhuo Bufan, he immersed himself in wine, women, and drugs. He used them to numb himself. Even in his dreams, he wished he could chop Zhuo Bufan into minced meat.
"Zhuo Bufan, you're still pretending. Today, my Seventh Uncle is back. It'll be the day you die." Yang Tiancheng's eyes were filled with ferocity. He gripped the armrests so hard that his knuckles turned white.
Only then did Zhuo Bufan put down the teacup. He raised his head slowly and said lightly, "I've let you go once. How dare you come back?"
"Zhuo Bufan, you're so arrogant." Yang Qi finally couldn't stand it anymore. From the beginning until now, Zhuo Bufan had treated him like air.
"If you cripple yourself now, I'll let you leave." Zhuo Bufan looked at him calmly and said.
His words were like a grenade thrown into a calm lake. Yang Qi, Wang Wenwu, Wang Ya, Yang Laoba, and Yang Tiancheng were all shocked.
Everyone thought that Zhuo Bufan was either crazy or extremely arrogant.
"Seventh Uncle is a Level Two Covert Power master. How dare you!" A young man beside Yang Qi shouted angrily.
Zhuo Bufan glanced at him and sneered, "Duan Shanhe, you broke one of your arms. I let you leave Jinling City. I gave you a chance, but you don't know how to take it."
Duan Shanhe's face had the expression of a fox assuming the tiger's might, and he said sinisterly, "Zhuo Bufan, you ruined my plans and even made me cut off one of my arms. I came back today to seek revenge from you."
"Trash." Zhuo Bufan shook his head with disdain.
"What did you say?" Duan Shanhe glared at Zhuo Bufan.
Zhuo Bufan said, "I'm not targeting you. I'm just saying that everyone here is trash. Come at me together."
"You're courting death." Yang Qi was so angry that he could no longer maintain his demeanor. He was furious that Zhuo Bufan dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.
At this moment, an abrupt voice rang out, "Yang Qi, go and die."
A figure suddenly dashed towards Yang Qi, holding a shiny dagger in his hand. The dagger gleamed coldly under the light. Before Yang Qi's lackeys could react, the person was already close to him.
Zhuo Bufan frowned, "Chen Min?"
Yang Qi let out a cold snort from his nostrils. He stood there motionless, like a statue. Chen Min's eyes were burning with rage as she stabbed her dagger into Yang Qi's waist.
"Bam!" A crisp sound rang out. Chen Min was stunned. The dagger in her hand broke into two.
Zhang Tongtong and the audience, who were close by, saw the scene clearly. The dagger had only cut through his clothes and left a shallow white mark on his waist.
"You can't even be considered a master with your little tricks. How dare you try to avenge your father!" Yang Qi's eyes were bright. He shook the mana around his waist.
Chen Min felt a strong rebound. Her arm went numb. She flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the crowd below.
At that moment, Zhuo Bufan flew out. He grabbed Chen Min's waist with one hand and spun around to land on the empty ground.
Chen Min looked at Zhuo Bufan's handsome face. Her heart raced and she blushed.
Zhuo Bufan didn't look at her. He stared at Yang Qi and said, "What kind of master are you to bully a girl?"
"Damn it, Zhuo Bufan. Seventh Master's Tiger Roar Golden Bell Shield and Dragon Roar Iron Shirt have been trained to the highest level. Even a dagger can't pierce through them. Hurry up and kneel!" Duan Shanhe yelled.
Wang Wenwu and Yang Laoba already had a victorious smile on their faces. With Seventh Master's suppression, no matter how strong Zhuo Bufan was, he couldn't do anything.
"Then take a palm strike from me." Zhuo Bufan gathered his True Yuan in his right hand. He suddenly shot up five or six meters and fell down. "Thousand Buddha Palm."
A huge pressure fell from the sky. As a martial artist, he trained his muscles, bones, skin, and muscles. When he reached the Inward Jing stage, his five senses would be sharpened.
Yang Qi's expression changed. The coldness in his heart seemed to be able to freeze his body. His sixth sense told him that if he took this attack head-on, he would die for sure.
At this critical moment, Yang Qi grabbed Duan Shanhe and threw him at Zhuo Bufan. Duan Shanhe's eyes were filled with fear. As a result, Zhuo Bufan's palm landed on his body and he exploded on the spot.
As for Yang Qi, he took advantage of the time when Zhuo Bufan's power dissipated. He raised his hand and threw a punch at Zhuo Bufan with all his strength.
He knew that if he didn't give it his all, he would be the one to die today.
At this moment, Zhuo Bufan's face showed disdain. He raised his hand and infused his True Yuan into his fist. When the two fists collided, an invisible wave spread out. The people around them couldn't sit still and fell to the ground.
Zhuo Bufan gently flipped backward and landed on the ground with the tips of his feet. He looked at Yang Qi calmly.
At this moment, Yang Qi was knee-deep in the ground. There were large cracks all around him. He was bleeding from his seven orifices. His eyes were filled with pain, fear, and more than anything else, regret.
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