Bi Zhachao's expression was grim. He hadn't expected that despite his advances, Yang Qingqing still showed no interest in him in that regard. Not only that, but she was leaving!
"What if I don't let you leave?" Bi Zhachao looked at Yang Qingqing, his voice chillingly cold.
In his heart, he felt he had already lowered himself considerably. He hadn't anticipated Yang Qingqing completely disregarding him, which made him feel he had lost face, hence his attitude turned more aggressive.
The moment these words were spoken,
The atmosphere in the entire hall instantly froze.
Yang Qingqing's previously feigned expression shifted, becoming unsightly. Anxious and furious, she longed to vent her anger but worried about the situation escalating uncontrollably. She secretly fretted, *Why hasn't my brother arrived yet?*
Before Yang Qingqing could say anything, a voice abruptly cut through the air, "You, Young Master Bi, are quite arrogant, aren't you? If others disagree, you resort to acting recklessly with your strength and status. Do you think this is your backyard?"
"Who are you?" In the next moment, Bi Zhachao saw a figure who had appeared in the banquet hall without anyone noticing.
Yang Qingqing, on the other hand, leaped joyfully into the newcomer's embrace, exclaiming excitedly, "Brother, you're finally here!"
"It's alright now," Yang Feilong said softly, stroking Yang Qingqing's head to comfort her.
Seeing Yang Qingqing's demure posture, Bi Zhachao felt his heart bleed. Yang Qingqing's demeanor towards the newcomer and towards him was vastly different, a disparity that was too immense. "You're Qingqing's brother?"
"To be precise, this is my husband," Yang Qingqing stated coldly, before Yang Feilong could answer.
With her brother here, she felt empowered again. Her brother was, in her heart, omnipotent.
Bi Zhachao, seeing Yang Qingqing's proud expression, felt an urge to vomit blood. His face darkened. "Kid, do you know who I am?"
"Who are you?" Yang Feilong asked indifferently.
"The young master of the Bi family, a second-rate family in the Spirit Realm!" It wasn't Bi Zhachao who answered, but Yan Chao.
Yan Chao's gaze towards Yang Feilong was not friendly either. This whole affair was his own doing, and while Bi Zhachao wouldn't trouble him now, what about later? If the aftermath of this incident didn't go well, it was hard to say!
*Slap!*
A crisp sound suddenly echoed, followed by a figure being sent flying in a sorry state. It was Yan Chao.
"You..." Yan Chao coughed up blood, looking at Yang Feilong with a mixture of shock and indignation.
He had just seen Yang Feilong wave his hand and slap him across the face from a distance. He had wanted to block it, but the moment the thought arose, he was sent flying.
He was a cultivator at the peak of the Venerable Martial Realm. Without even touching him, this person had slapped him away. Was the gap between them that vast? And why did he hit him!
"You're talking to your master, why are you, a dog, acting on your own?" Yang Feilong said with a cold smirk.
Bi Zhachao's face turned as black as charcoal. Yan Chao was his subordinate. As the saying goes, you don't even hit a dog without looking at its owner. This fellow had dared to hit his subordinate in front of him, completely disregarding him!
"Kid, you're too arrogant! You dare to hit my man!" Bi Zhachao gritted his teeth, staring at Yang Feilong, a cold, resentful anger flashing in his eyes.
"Arrogant?" Yang Feilong scoffed, "How does it compare to you? Moreover, not only am I going to hit your man, I'm going to beat you up too!"
As he spoke, he put his arm around Yang Qingqing and walked towards Bi Zhachao.
At this moment, the faces of everyone else turned pale, especially Yan Lili. She trembled slightly. When her brother was hit, her heart felt cold. Was Yang Qingqing's boyfriend this powerful?
He was one of the young masters of the Bi family, Bi Zhachao!
Such a formidable figure, and this person didn't even seem to care.
"Kid, do you really think you, from the mere mortal world, dare to challenge me? I'll tell you..." Bi Zhachao sneered repeatedly, feeling disdained by Yang Feilong, which infuriated him to the point of trembling.
However, before he could finish speaking, Yang Feilong's palm struck out through the air.
Seeing this, Bi Zhachao was practically furious. *Do you think I'm Yan Chao? Still trying to slap me!*
But the slap was too fast. He wanted to resist, even to retaliate and slap Yang Feilong away, but the moment he had this thought, the palm of condensed energy from Yang Feilong struck his cheek. Although it was just an energy palm, it sounded like a real hand slapping his face, *snap*.
And an energy palm hitting the face hurt even more!
*Puff!*
Bi Zhachao vomited blood and was sent flying backward, several of his teeth knocked out.
"My heavens..."
"This guy actually knocked down Young Master Bi!"
"How dare he?"
"Isn't Young Master Bi at the ninth level of the Innate Realm, a prodigy ranked among the top ten of the Dragon-Phoenix Rankings in the Spirit Realm? How could he be so easily defeated?"
"Who is this boyfriend of Yang Qingqing? He's just from the mortal world, why is he so powerful?"
"......"
At this point, the place was in an uproar, and many people's eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets!
Bi Zhachao was stunned by the blow. Not only did this person dare to hit him, but he hadn't even been able to dodge it?
In the next moment, the pain on his cheek pierced his soul. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared in rage, "Kid, I want you dead!"
He, the son of a second-rate family, might not be much in the Spirit Realm, but in the mortal world, a place he thought he could easily crush under his feet, he was being utterly humiliated and abused like this. How could he stand it?
*Boom!*
He reached out, and with a flash of light, a weapon appeared in his hand. It was a Spirit Artifact longsword. Wielding the Spirit Artifact longsword, he charged at Yang Feilong in his rage, his killing intent surging.
"Young Master Bi is enraged!"
"Is this Young Master Bi's strength? So powerful!"
"It's like thunder's wrath! This kid is finished!"
"Young Master Bi was just caught off guard earlier. Now that he's angry, no one can stop him. This fellow is going to die without a burial place!"
"This is the price of offending the young master of a second-rate family from the Spirit Realm!"
However, the excitement of these onlookers lasted for less than a breath before turning into horror. Yang Feilong looked disdainful, formed a fist with his five fingers, and threw a punch. It was a world-shattering punch that effortlessly destroyed all the sword energy, and its residual force struck Bi Zhachao's body without losing momentum.
*Bang!*
In the next moment, Bi Zhachao's body was sent flying violently backward, crashing through tables, plates, wine glasses, and other items in the banquet hall, creating a scene of utter chaos.
Finally, Bi Zhachao's body slammed into the wall, creating a human-shaped hole in it.
"That's all..." Yang Feilong pouted, his voice cold.
The entire hall fell silent.
*Puff!*
Bi Zhachao, who was by the wall, was naturally not dead, as Yang Feilong hadn't intended to kill him. But hearing these words, he choked and spat out a mouthful of blood, trembling with rage, almost dying of anger.