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Lei Laohu\'s whole body surged with Qi-Blood like a rainbow, bursting forth from his body, all over him lingered the ferocious aura of a recent breakthrough. Having received a Shen Yuan Elixir from Jia Sichun, he had progressed from the Third Layer of the Shentong Realm to the Fourth Layer.

His combat strength had increased several-fold from before.

It was the perfect moment for him to retaliate in high spirits and redeem his previous disgrace.

"Rest assured, Jia," Lei Laohu respectfully said. "I\'ll bring Fang Qingzhu to you right away!"

Jia Sichun said, "Don\'t harm the beauty, but as for the others," his eyes flashed with a cold light, "if they dare to obstruct, kill!"

"Yes!"

Lei Laohu strode towards Xiao Yi and the others with the confident gait of a despot.

"Eh? Isn\'t that the Black Tiger Gang\'s Leader Lei? What is he up to?"

"They say when the Zhang Family was just annihilated, Lei Laohu knelt in front of Xiao Yi\'s residence begging for forgiveness. How come he\'s now siding with that Jia?"

"He\'s probably looking to avenge his past humiliation. They say this Jia is from the Mysterious Rank Academy at the Royal Martial Arts Academy, with a deep background. With such a powerful patron, Lei Laohu naturally need not fear Xiao Yi anymore!"

Amidst the murmuring.

Lei Laohu arrived in front of Xiao Yi and Qingzhu, looking proud and indifferent. His gaze was cold as he regarded Xiao Yi, madness for revenge flashing in his eyes: "By Jia\'s order, I\'m to take Fang Qingzhu to serve him!"

"How dare you!"

Elder Yan\'s expression darkened as he angrily reprimanded.

Lei Laohu stared down Elder Yan without fear, raising his mangled left hand and feigning a fist salute in the direction of Jia Sichun, casually saying, "Elder Yan, consider carefully. This is what Jia wishes. Are you sure you want to oppose him?"

"You..." Elder Yan\'s face turned unsightly.

Jia Sichun was not only backed by the Royal Martial Arts Academy, but his family background was also terribly strong.

Even Elder Yan dared not offend him too much.

As Elder Yan hesitated, Xiao Yi spoke indifferently, "You really are tired of living!"

Instinctive fear flickered deep within Lei Laohu\'s eyes, but upon thinking of Jia Sichun\'s support and his newfound strength having broken through to the Fourth Layer of the Shentong Realm and having received a martial skill from Jia, he felt full of confidence.

"Hmph, I am no longer the same Lei Laohu as before. I have successfully stepped into the Fifth Layer of the Shentong Realm with Jia\'s help and acquired a third-grade high-level fist technique. I won\'t be at a disadvantage even against you!"

Lei Laohu arrogantly declared, "Xiao Yi, if you know what\'s good for you, hand over Fang Qingzhu to Jia. Perhaps you can then clutch at life and maintain a semblance of it. Otherwise, this day next year will be your day of remembrance! If you doubt it, we can settle this with a fight!"

Xiao Yi\'s fingers slightly curled up, forming a sword-finger gesture, ready to make a move.

Suddenly stepping forward, Zhao Yu bowed respectfully, "Xiao, such trash does not deserve to be on the receiving end of your hands. Please allow me to sever his head!"

Taken aback, Xiao Yi looked at the earnest expression on Zhao Yu\'s face and nodded. "Granted!"

Whoosh!

Zhao Yu let out a breath, ecstasy spreading across his face.

With Xiao Yi\'s permission for him to step forward, it indicated that he was regarded as one of Xiao Yi\'s own.

Lei Laohu eyed Zhao Yu standing in front of him, squinting, "Zhao Yu, has your brain been squeezed by a door? Behind me stands Jia, a student of the Mysterious Rank Academy of the Royal Martial Arts Institute, with a background both powerful and formidable. And yet you choose to stand with Xiao Yi?"

Slowly drawing his longsword, Zhao Yu spoke calmly, "Jia Sichun? He\'s not even qualified to carry Xiao\'s shoes... Enough talk, it\'s time to die!"

"Since you seek death, don\'t blame me for it!"

Lei Laohu snorted coldly, "Barbaric Bull Power Fist!"

He leapt into the air and charged ferociously towards Zhao Yu.

This set of moves, known as the "Barbaric Bull Power Fist," was a third-grade high-level fist technique he had bought from Jia Sichun with over a decade\'s accumulations of the Black Tiger Gang, far stronger than any martial skill he had previously mastered.

Forceful and overwhelmingly fierce.

However...

Zhao Yu, on the other hand, appeared indifferent. Holding the longsword, he suddenly sidestepped, "Tiger-Slaying First Sword!"

Swish!

This sword strike, launched from below to above, barely forced Lei Laohu to dodge by tilting his body. Calm and composed, Zhao Yu immediately followed with the next move: "Tiger-Slaying Second Sword!"

This sword came slashing diagonally from top to bottom.

Lei Laohu felt a chill all over. Instinctively stepping to the side, he retreated backward.

But just as he retreated, a breath of death had already struck from behind.

With a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, Lei Laohu was chilled to the bone with fright.

Zhao Yu had unknowly positioned himself behind him, "The Third Sword of Subduing the Tiger!"

Swish!

A single sword thrust, and even ghosts and gods were startled.

Thrust!

That thrust pierced through Lei Laohu\'s throat, and he knelt on the ground, clutching his throat, trembling all over. Zhao Yu watched him coldly, "Both are third-grade high-level martial arts. Yours was bought from the Black Tiger Gang with more than a decade of savings, while mine was something Xiao discarded because he didn\'t think it was good enough!"

Thrust!

Lei Laohu spurted a mouthful of fresh blood.

Did the martial skill he spent more than a decade\'s savings on actually amount to less than the trash Xiao Yi didn\'t even want?

Ah...

Lei Laohu roared unwillingly, and with a loud boom, fell on his back, breathless in death.

Zhao Yu put away his longsword under the awe-struck gaze of the crowd and stood before Xiao Yi, stating respectfully, "Xiao, I have not failed your expectations!"

"Well done!"

Xiao Yi nodded with a smile, then his gaze shifted to Fang Jin and Jia Sichun.

The two had left their seats at the moment of Lei Laohu\'s death.

"Here, take him back!"

Xiao Yi kicked Lei Laohu\'s corpse to Jia Sichun\'s feet.

"Useless trash, a disgrace..."

Jia Sichun, with an angry face, struck out with his palm, smashing Lei Laohu\'s body into mincemeat. He looked up, locked eyes with Xiao Yi, and sparks flew, their glares clashing in the air with fiery intensity.

"Brother Jia, don\'t get angry. I\'ll kill him momentarily to vent your anger!"

Fang Jin let out a long howl, his figure soared to the sky, and in an instant, he was on the arena stage, looking down coldly at Fang Qingzhu, "Qingzhu, it\'s your fortune that Brother Jia thinks highly of you. If you serve Brother Jia well, I will not only give you the position of family heir, but I will also plead for mercy on your behalf to spare the life of the dog, Xiao Yi. How about that?"

Fang Qingzhu coldly responded, "The position of family heir is already mine, Hexu, it\'s yours to give away!"

"Oh? So you are keen on battling me? I\'m not afraid to tell you, I\'m a cultivator of the Second Layer Spiritual Power Realm and have even awakened my Innate Divine Ability. You\'re just a cripple with a damaged dantian. Are you sure you want to fight me?"

Fang Jin laughed heartily, his words laced with a nauseating smugness, "Or are you planning to have a husband and wife team-up and come to die together?"

"You\'re not worthy to make Brother Xiao Yi take action!" Fang Qingzhu coolly replied.

Swish!

Her figure flashed, and she leapt onto the arena stage, her face indifferent, "Begin!"

"Hahaha, you should make the first move. If I start, you won\'t even have the chance to react!" Fang Jin was full of pride.

"Oh!"

Fang Qingzhu just responded with a sound.

The next second.

Her figure vanished from Fang Jin\'s sight.

"What? Where is she?"

Fang Jin was utterly befuddled, then suddenly, a burning pain spread across his face.

Smack!

Fang Jin spun around like a top, was flung ten meters away, tumbled for several turns, and crashed down from the arena stage.

Hiss!

The crowd gasped, their faces aghast, "What... what just happened?"

"Such speed, wasn\'t Fang Qingzhu\'s dantian supposedly ruined? How... how does she have such strength and speed?"

Fang Jin was slapped into a state of complete confusion.

Fang Qingzhu walked to the edge of the arena stage, looking down with scorn at Fang Jin, mocking with a cold laugh, "Still thinking of challenging Brother Xiao Yi? Do you think you\'re worthy?"