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--- Chapter 130 ---

"Why? You all didn't want to come up to me?" Yunlong said with a mocking tone, which caused every noble in the room, who didn't know him, to frown deeply at him.

They were obviously deeply provoked by Yunlong's behavior, but after seeing the unfortunate young man, who got his finger cut off.

Some of them tried to cool themselves down a little and calmly observed the situation, but on the other side, there are also some of them, who got fed up with the provocation.

"None? Then, I'll be the one who'll take the step." Yunlong casually stated while walking forward.

He only took one step, just one step, and it was enough to make the rest of them bend their knees on the floor because Yunlong pressured them with his aura.

Yu Tianheng was baffled by this scene because he couldn't sense or feel anything from Yunlong.

'What happened? He only took one step forward and they immediately bent their knees?' He thought while looking at Yunlong's back with an observant gaze.

The other member of Yu Tianheng's team also looked at this scene with a clueless expression, except for a certain girl, who had long blue hair and wore a dark frilly dress.

'His aura is so heavy...' Xie Lingling thought with a solemn expression on her face because out of all of her teammates, only she could sense Yunlong's aura.

Even though Xie Lingling felt slightly sick when trying to sense Yunlong's aura, he seemed to hold it away and focused it on the noble' young master so it didn't affect them.

"What's the matter, never bent on the floor before?" Yunlong's voice echoed in these noble heads.

"Y-You will regret this! My father is a viscount and he'd never let you run away after knowing this!" The scrawny young master threatened Yunlong with a confident yet afraid tone.

Yunlong took another step forward and the scrawny young master got his face planted on the floor.

"What was it? I didn't hear you?" Yunlong responded while looking at him.

"M-My father-!" The scrawny young master was about to reply, but Yunlong already took another step forward.

"Guh!" He choked himself a little because of Yunlong's aura and struggled to breathe.

Yunlong's eyes were menacingly staring at them and each of them had a pale complexion because as soon his gaze landed on their bodies, there are invisible hands choked their necks.

The scrawny young master was about to faint but Yunlong, of course, won't let him, so he slightly lighted his aura for him.

Gasp!

He was breathing heavily while Yunlong calmly stood in front of him, staring at him with a gaze as if he stared at a miserable ant.

"Do you know a guy with the surname zhong?" Yunlong suddenly asked and the scrawny young master hurriedly nodded his head like his life was depending on it.

"I-I know him, He's my best-.. Acquaintance." He awkwardly responded while trying to not make himself look to have a deep connection with this young master Zhong.

Yunlong knew that he was lying but didn't care much about it. "Call him to this floor, I'll be waiting." He said while taking a seat.

The scrawny young master felt his body become light and he could lift his body again, but Yunlong's gaze, making him awkwardly rise from the floor.

"If you didn't call him in thirty seconds, I'll cut one of your fingers." Yunlong coldly grinned and the scrawny young master felt a shiver in his spine.

"Thirty." He started the countdown.

The scrawny young master's face became pale and he started running away to the next floor upper like his life was depending on it

Ticking noises echoed every step he made to the next floor and his heart was beating so fast as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

He arrived in front of the door of the seventh floor and the guard stopped him.

"Don't stop me!" He shouted.

"Your vip card." The guard calmly said while intently looking at the heavily breathing young master in front of him.

Twitch!

"You didn't know what was about to happen to me." The scrawny young master let out an angry puff.

"There is a mad guy down there that wanted to kill me!" He hysterically added, which caused the guard to frown a little.

'Twenty...' Yunlong's voice suddenly appeared in his head.

"Let me in!" The scrawny young master shouted.

The guard couldn't help but felt something was weird about this young master and tried to stop him again.

"What happened on the sixth floor?" The guard asked with a solemn expression.

"I ALREADY SAID, THERE IS A MAD GUY THERE. HE WANTS TO KILL ME!" The young master loudly shouted, causing the guard to move away from the door, letting him in.

'I'll go and check the sixth floor.' The guard firmly moved to the lower floor.

Meanwhile, the scrawny man kicked the door and walked in, searching for a familiar face.

"ZHONG!" He shouted when finding a young man with tied-long brown hair and yellow eyes.

"Oh, Kun. What are you doing here?" Zhong responded while shifting his gaze to the scrawny young master, who's his childhood friend.

"T-There is someone searching for you," Kun said with a panicked expression.

"Hmm, who?" Zhong tilted his head with a confused expression.

"It doesn't matter, you should follow me Now! Or I'd lose my finger-! Aaaargh!" Kun roared in pain because his pinky finger suddenly slid off his left hand.

"My finger!"

"KUN, what happened!?" Zhong kicked the waitress that he harassed for a few minutes and walked toward his best friend with a worried expression.

A few footsteps noises suddenly entered their ears and the guard, who guarded the seventh floor, suddenly flew inside with a bloodied appearance.

Yunlong walked in and his appearance made everyone in the room uncomfortable.

"Yo, Peasant." Yunlong casually mocked while looking at the young master Zhong, who immediately recognized him because he still wore his white robe.

"It's you!" Zhong looked at Yunlong with a darkened expression because this guy was definitely the one who hurt Kun.

A few thoughts flashed in Zhong's head for a moment and he walked toward Yunlong with a deep frown on his face.

"How dare you step in this place and hurt my friend." Zhong coldly said while standing in front of him.

"Well, I want to eat? This is a restaurant, right?" Yunlong smirked, which caused a spark of anger to ignite in Zhong's heart.

"You didn't know who I was, huh." Zhong arrogantly said while activating his martial soul.

He stood firmly and his body grew excessively as black crocodile skin covered his upper body.

"You have to be punished. No... You have to be killed by my hands!" Zhong roared while four spirit rings were floating around his body.

"Spirit Ancestor, three yellow and one purple," Yunlong commented with an uninterested look on his face.

Zhong launched a heavy punch toward him and Yunlong easily caught it with his right bare hand.

"..." Zhong.

"That's it?" Yunlong said in this quiet room.

"What a weak punch." He added while punching Zhong's stomach with his other fist, launching him to the wall.

BAM! Crack!

Cough!

Zhong coughed a mouthful of blood as his body hit the wall and destroyed it in the process, making him fall straight from the seventh floor.

He tried to activate his defensive spirit skill, but when he stared at the seventh floor, Yunlong was there, staring at him with a pair of crimson eyes.

"Fall." Yunlong's voice echoed in his head and Zhong's martial soul possession suddenly deactivated.

Zhong fell to the ground with his head hitting the solid concrete first.

'What happened..?' Zhong thought when he was about to hit the ground.

BAM! Crack!!