In the arena, countless powerful and influential figures from Jiangcheng were so shocked that their eyelids twitched wildly.

Some of the wealthy second-generation heirs witnessed firsthand the ferocity and domineering nature of the night wind that night.

Hearing Zhang Kun's words, he was so shocked that he almost fell off his chair.

Where did Zhang Kun come from?

Why are you in such a hurry to go and die?

"I just can't stand this little punk putting on airs!"

"I want to go out and teach him a lesson!" Without saying another word, Zhang Kun walked towards Ye Feng.

It’s over! It’s over!

Not only Chen Shouan, but everyone else covered their eyes in fright.

Just then, a figure suddenly rushed in from outside the main hall.

His face was filled with fear and anxiety, and his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat due to his tension.

"stop!"

"Dad! What brings you here?" Zhang Kun laughed even more unrestrainedly when he saw his father.

His father was the underground emperor of Jiangcheng, and no one in the entire city dared to touch a hair on his head.

This fostered Zhang Kun's arrogant and domineering personality.

"Dad! I was just about to teach this arrogant brat a lesson!"

"Alright! Now that you're here, you can teach them a lesson!" Zhang Kun said with a smile.

These words nearly scared Zhang Yuanbiao to death.

He rushed over and slapped Zhang Kun across the face with his backhand.

The powerful aura sent Zhang Kun flying.

"Dad! Why...why did you hit me?"

"Mr. Ye!"

"Forgive me for my poor discipline!"

"This unfilial son almost caused a terrible disaster!"

Zhang Yuanbiao's legs trembled, and he almost knelt down, but remembering his identity as the Emperor of Jiangcheng, he quickly steadied himself.