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The inner residence of the Hua family of the Southern Mansion.

"Humph, he and Zhuo Er have a conflict in the Misty Rain Tower? Good, good, I was just worrying about not having an excuse." A middle-aged man with a vulture in his eyes said in a gloomy voice.

"Father, Ambassador, please wait for my good news." The middle-aged man, Hua Yun, smiled indifferently. His tone was filled with confidence.

After saying that, the middle-aged man, Hua Yun, rushed out of the inner residence. He flew high into the sky and flew towards the Misty Rain Tower.

"Haha, the messenger is really well-informed. They really came." The man called father by Hua Yun was an old man. He was the old ancestor of Hua family. At this moment, he said with a smile, "Rest assured, the messenger. They are just a few kids. The strongest one is still a Third Layer of True Martial Stage. Yun'er and the others will definitely be able to get there easily." However, their information seemed to be somewhat inaccurate. Zuo Yu and Baili Yuyao were both Fourth Layer of True Martial Stage. Perhaps it was the same in his eyes, or perhaps Zuo Yu and ___ were not as famous as Leng Mu and the others. Naturally, they were ignored?

"En." The envoy nodded, agreeing with the old man's words. There were five of them, all dressed in black robes. The black hat and black cloth covered their heads, only revealing a pair of cold eyes. They also gave off a formless and violent aura, causing people to feel a chill in their hearts.

"This time, the higher-ups have personally sent a message. We can't afford to lose it." The envoy added, "However, our identities are special. If it wasn't a last resort, we wouldn't have made a move."

"This old one knows. Rest assured, envoy. We won't lose anything. At most, this old one will personally make a move." The old man expressed his stance.

"Yes, I have to trouble you, old man." The envoy nodded.

Inside the Misty Rain Tower.

"Kill..." Hua Zhuo retreated to the middle of the guards and pointed at Zuo Wenxing and the others as he shouted. However, his guards became cautious. His guards were divided into two categories. The first type were those who came to flatter him. They were on the same level as the young men from before. In fact, they were even worse. At this moment, their faces were all pale. Little Retreat was trembling, and the other was a true expert that the Hua family had allocated to him. Naturally, these experts had some discerning eyes. They could all tell that Zuo Wenxing's strength was extraordinary. Naturally, they would face him with caution.

"Young master." A one-armed middle-aged man stopped Hua Zhuo, "Young master, their strength isn't weak, they might be from a great family. They are all drinking Spirit Wine, none of them are from the Misty Rain Tower, and..."

"Spirit Wine?" Hua Zhuo didn't hear anything else. Instead, a trace of greed appeared in his eyes, "Good, good, Spirit Wine and beauty are very good..." Hua Zhuo came to the group of guards and regained his courage.

The one-armed middle-aged man frowned slightly, "Young master, I still feel that it is not appropriate to have a conflict with them. At least not now. We still need to discuss further..."

"What's the point of thinking about it? One-armed, go, aren't you a Fifth Layer of True Martial Stage warrior? Could it be that you can't even defeat a few young men? Go, kill them for me!" Hua Zhuo said with an impatient snort.

"What? Are my words not going to work?" Seeing One-Handed still hesitating, Hua Zhuo's face darkened.

One-Handed middle-aged man no longer hesitated. He stepped forward and stood in front of Zuo Yu and the others. With this step, his Qi became violent and bloody. It was filled with an ice-cold aura of destruction. It was obvious that he had killed countless people to cultivate this Qi.

An ordinary person might have a timid heart when facing this Qi. They might not even be able to stand straight. However, none of the people on the opposite side changed their expressions. The atmosphere was still incomparably relaxed, as if nothing had happened.

One-Handed narrowed his eyes slightly, but he was similarly confident. He might not even be able to find the father of these kids when he killed them. Besides, he was more worried about their identities. Since Young Master Zhuo wasn't afraid of them anymore... He was just a hired thug, so what was there to be afraid of?

"Gentlemen, who are you?" Du Bi asked in a deep voice.

"You don't deserve to know." Zuo Wenxing said calmly.

"I advise you that it's not too late to leave now. I can plead with the young master to let you go, but the two of them must stay behind for the young master." Du Bi coldly snorted, his eyes flashing with a dim light.

"One-armed, who told you to act on your own accord? I'll let you kill them!" Hua Zhuo roared furiously from behind.

"Hehe, I don't think you can make the decision." Zuo Wenxing said with a faint smile.

"Hmph! If that's the case, I'll kill you!" A dark light condensed in One-Handed's eyes as a cold light shot out.

The true guards were all One-Handed warriors, and they had long prepared for this. At this moment, they rushed out from all sides, swinging their swords at Zuo Yu and his men. There were even some who rushed towards Baili Yuyao and Xuewei. They did not really want to kill the two of them. This was only their strategy. If they had more people, they would naturally have the advantage of having more people.

"Mr Zuo, let me do it!" A cold light flickered in Zuo Wenxing's eyes as he said in a deep voice. His good temper had long been worn out.

Zuo Wenxing slowly stood up. The group of people were about to rush over, but Zuo Yu and the others ignored them.

One-Handed was also looking at them indifferently from behind. He also wanted to see what these people were capable of. However, he was more confident in his own experience in killing. When he saw that these people didn't make any moves, Du Bi sneered in his heart. This brat was nothing more than this... Even at this point, he still didn't know how to resist. Could it be that they still wanted to use their own identities to intimidate everyone?

However, in the next moment, One-Handed was stunned.

* Bang! Bang! Bang! * In front of them, Zuo Wenxing's figure flashed around the table. After that, all of his subordinates were sent flying away. Some of them rolled down the stairs, while others fell onto the street. Some of them even broke through the wall... There were three True Martial experts among them.

The shopkeeper's face was pale and he secretly wiped off his cold sweat. His heart was bleeding. This time, it was over. His restaurant was finished. No matter which side won, he would suffer a great loss. Moreover, it seemed like he couldn't afford to offend either side.

"It's your turn." Zuo Wenxing's expression was indifferent as he walked towards Du Bi.

"Humph! You're courting death!" Du Bi's expression turned cold, and his aura changed once again. In an instant, the entire restaurant seemed to have turned into a bloody battlefield. A blood-red blade appeared in his hand, and he slashed at Zuo Wenxing's head. In an instant, the Qi of blood slaughter became even more brutal.

Zuo Wenxing's expression didn't change at all. After being tempered countless times, he had long cultivated a tough mental state.

Roar! With a light laugh, Zuo Wenxing's figure flashed and turned into a golden flood dragon. He immediately went up to the one-armed man, and the one-armed blade was very ferocious. However, before his blade could slash down, his entire body was sent flying by the Golden Flood Dragon.

Boom! The one-armed man smashed through the fence of the second floor. He continued to fly out and break through the solid wall of the second floor before crashing heavily onto the street.

Zuo Wenxing's figure moved and once again turned into a calm and collected young man. His clothes were not even tattered; it was quite mystical.

All of this seemed to be a dream.

"Puff..." The one-armed man spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with terror. "Golden Flood Dragon Transformation! Your combat strength is at least three levels higher than mine. Are you a genius of Zuo family?" No matter which one it was, he couldn't afford to offend them, not even the entire Hua family. Those were the nine great families. They were merely a second-rate family. They could easily eliminate all of them.

"Golden Wyrm Transformation? Zuo family." The shopkeeper vaguely heard some of it, and his heart trembled once again. His face turned even paler. He had offended the Zuo family for the sake of the Hua family? Was he tired of living? And looking at the others, it was obvious that they were on equal footing with the young master of the Zuo family. The shopkeeper was somewhat numb...

Hua Zhuo was still in a daze. He was filled with disbelief. How could this be? Even the remaining 'second type guards' behind him were also standing there in a daze. However, their legs were trembling even more violently.

"You... what do you want to do?" Hua Zhuo took a few steps back when he saw Zuo Wenxing walking towards him. His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with fear. What was funny was that the guards behind him were the same as him. They retreated simultaneously. At this moment, their steps were surprisingly neat.

"I... I am the young master of Hua family. You can't do anything to me. My father is a cultivator of the seventh level of the True Martial realm, and my grandfather is also an expert of the seventh level of the True Martial realm. My grandfather is a master at the ninth level of the True Martial realm. All of you better apologize to me now. I can still let you guys off. Of course, the two of them must stay behind for this young master... " As he spoke, he seemed to have regained his confidence. That's right. This was the territory of the Hua family. What was he afraid of? Hua Zhuo glared at the guard beside him. It was all because of these useless people that he almost lost his face.

"This kid must be retarded." As Wuhen buried his head in his food, he didn't forget to raise his head and mutter to himself.

Whoosh!

Ahhhh...

The figure called out softly. Along with a series of miserable screams, the entire upper floor became quiet in the blink of an eye.

Zuo Wenxing was too lazy to say anything. He directly made a move. His figure flashed, and the group of people all kicked onto the street. Every one of them smashed a large hole in the wall.

Every time they collided, the shopkeeper's heart would violently tremble. This kid was absolutely doing it on purpose, dissatisfied with his previous performance. However, he didn't dare have the slightest bit of resentment. He still hoped that the other party wouldn't continue to hate him after venting his anger.

His guess was right. Zuo Wenxing really did do it on purpose. Zuo Wen Xing glanced at the manager and walked back with him.