Everyone was stunned by what they saw. How many years had it been since such a direct conflict had occurred in Xiaoyao Tower?

The key point is that one of them is the son of Prime Minister Sun. How could that outsider be so tough and directly confront him head-on?

Many people began to feel sorry for him. Offending Sun Ji like this in Yi County was like courting death unless you were the heir of the Prince of Yan.

Some of the older people would whisper to the younger ones around them: "A moment of patience brings peace, and taking a step back opens up a vast sky. This person's behavior may have felt good on the surface, but he will most likely pay the price with his life. You should take this as a warning in the future."

Listening to the murmurs below, Sun Ji's head was buzzing. He didn't realize what was happening for a long time until he felt something strange in his mouth. He subconsciously spat something out, and when he looked at his palm, he saw several broken teeth and his hand covered in blood.

"I was hit?" That was his first reaction, somewhat incredulous.

"I fucking got hit!"

He finally came to his senses and flew into a rage: "You fucking bastard, you're asking for it!"

Anger points from Sun Ji: +799 +799 +799...

As he spoke, he drew a sword from the side and threw it at the other party with all his might. His attack was full of hatred, and he clearly intended to kill the other party.

Unfortunately, whether it was due to insufficient cultivation or being blocked by an invisible barrier of energy, the sword flew to the vicinity of the Zuan private room and suddenly plummeted downwards, causing the guests below to hurriedly dodge and exclaim in surprise.

"That's it?" Many of the spectators below had been expecting some spectacular scene, but they were surprised to find Sun Ji so weak.

If it weren't for his father's influence, he wouldn't even know how he died with his current level of cultivation.

Many people think this way.

Sun Ji was also unsure of what was going on, wondering if his cultivation had been diminished after his injury.

He was both ashamed and angry. Considering that the other party seemed to be a sixth-rank official, he didn't dare to rush forward himself. He hurriedly glared at Yang Long beside him and said, "What are you still standing there for? I've already been beaten. Why don't you hurry up and make a move?"

Yang Long was staring blankly at the broken teacup on the ground, because he hadn't even seen how the teacup had flown there.

Could the other party be more than a sixth-rank official?

A sense of doubt arose in his mind.

However, he immediately dismissed the idea, reasoning that the other party was so young, how high could his cultivation level be? It was probably because the young master had been standing too close to the front, and he hadn't been prepared for the other party's sudden attack, which led to his sneak attack.

Hearing Sun Ji's roar, he finally came to his senses, nodded, and then, with a light tap of his toes, he pounced towards the private room where Zu An was, like a roc spreading its wings.

Zu An narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself that these local characters had been sitting in a well for too long, and were doing whatever they wanted just because of their little bit of cultivation.

Today, let alone the young master of the Sun family, even if his father or the Prince of Yan came, they would have to treat him with utmost respect. How much more powerful are they than the Prince of Qi?

Just as he was about to make a move, a figure suddenly leaped up from the backstage of the venue and directly exchanged a palm strike with Yang Long. Then, with a push of his palm, Yang Long was sent flying back to Sun Ji's side, while another figure stood steadily on the balcony near the Zuan VIP box.

Only then did everyone realize that the figure was a short, stout old man with a mask resembling a smiling Buddha on his face. His clothes were embroidered with the Xiaoyao Tower logo, clearly indicating that he was a staff member of Xiaoyao Tower.

"Ninth rank!"

There were many people with extraordinary cultivation in the arena, especially the black-robed man in the corner. His pupils shrank slightly because they had sensed the man's cultivation level from the brief fluctuations of energy during their recent exchange.

Yang Long was equally terrified, but he knew that the other party had already shown mercy. Otherwise, if he had clashed head-on with a ninth-rank expert, he would have died on the spot.

“￥%*@#…” Sun Ji jumped out and pointed in the direction of Zu An’s room, seemingly making a accusation. Unfortunately, he had lost his teeth and his speech was slurred, so no one could hear what he was saying.

Yang Long coughed and stepped forward to translate for him: "Does your Xiaoyao Tower really have to protect him?"

Although the other party was only a ninth-rank official, he had the Sun family and even the Prince of Yan as his backers, so he was naturally not afraid.

The short, stout old man cupped his hands in greeting: "Xiaoyao Tower has always strictly prohibited guests from engaging in private duels. I hope Young Master Sun and Mr. Yang will understand."

He always spoke with a smile and a very kind tone. Given that he was a dignified ninth-rank expert, his politeness to them made it difficult for Yang Long and the others to find fault with him.

Sun Ji finally recovered and pointed to his mouth full of blood, saying in a muffled voice, "But why didn't you do anything when he attacked me?"

The short, stout old man's smile froze. What had just happened was so sudden and unexpected, and Zu'an's attack seemed unusually fast, leaving him no time to react.

Now that the Sun family is holding him accountable, he naturally has to give them face. He turned back to look in Zu An's direction and asked, "Guest, why did you injure someone at Xiaoyao Tower?"

Zu An spread his hands: "I'm innocent! I didn't do anything. Maybe some big shot in the venue couldn't stand how arrogant and domineering this guy surnamed Sun was, so he secretly taught him a lesson?"

Hearing his words, Sun Ji almost fainted from anger. He was always the one bullying others, twisting the truth and making them look powerless and furious. He never expected to be tricked by someone in such a shameless way.

Anger from Sun Ji: +613 +613 +613...

"Fu...Fu is talking nonsense!" Sun Ji still stammered, pointing at Zu An and cursing, "The teacup was clearly thrown from your direction!"

Zuan shrugged: "You need evidence for everything, otherwise I'll sue you for defamation. Don't believe me? Ask them, who saw me throw it?"

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