Chapter 62

"First move of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, Stone Shattering!" Song Li roared, his palms contracting and extending, striking the Fire Kirin's chest like lightning. The palm wind was fierce, faintly accompanied by the sound of dragon roars!

The Fire Kirin, weighing over a thousand pounds, had an immense momentum from its mad dash. The onlookers were all on edge, seeing someone dare to stop the rapidly charging magical beast with just their bare hands!

When Song Li's palms made contact with the Fire Kirin's hard scales, he unleashed his strength. The first layer of hard force stopped the beast's mad rush, and the second layer of soft force followed, causing the Fire Kirin to let out two mournful moos and retreat three large steps involuntarily!

The rapidly moving carriage suddenly came to a halt. The driver, thrown from his seat by the immense inertia, flew through the air, drawing a beautiful arc, and landed on the street with a thud, twitching like a dead dog on the ground...

"Serves him right, using a dog to show off his power, how dare he not be killed by the fall!" The onlookers clapped and cheered, and some even sneaked up to kick the driver a few times.

This was the first time Song Li truly used the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm. Just using the first move, Stone Shattering, he successfully intercepted a fourth-stage magical beast in full sprint. Seeing the Fire Kirin cowed and looking at him with fear, Song Li couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. Before practicing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, he had no confidence in stopping such a massive creature with a single palm. It seemed that the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm was indeed a deadly skill, a fighter jet among palm techniques.

Although the Fire Kirin had its scales for protection, Song Li's palm contained a soft force, so the large creature still suffered significant internal injuries. Fortunately, Song Li held back, using only sixty percent of his strength. If he had used his full power, the fourth-stage magical beast would have been severely injured on the spot. Song Li's intention was to stop the Fire Kirin, not to kill it. The real culprit was the owner who drove the magical beast.

Song Li descended like a flying general, forcing the Fire Kirin back with a single palm, looking mighty and invincible, earning thunderous applause from the onlookers. The loudest cheers came from Pang Da and his group. With their leader making a name for himself, they felt honored as well.

"Do you all recognize him? Song Li, the heir of the Ming王府, our Justice Alliance's chief leader." Pang Da beamed with pride, introducing Song Li to the onlookers. If Song Li heard this, he would definitely kick Pang Da's butt. The first part was fine, but what was this "chief leader" nonsense? The Justice Alliance was a legitimate organization, not some gang.

The elegant young man in the brocade robe, with his sharp eyes, watched Song Li in the center of the crowd and nodded slightly. His senses were keen, and he could hear everything Pang Da and his group said. He thought to himself, "So he is Song Li, indeed full of vigor, quite interesting."

After the carriage stopped, a tall and handsome young man stepped out, lifting the golden tassel. He wore a white robe with a beautiful mountain embroidered on the chest with green silk thread. Normally, a sudden stop at high speed would throw the passengers inside the carriage, but this young man remained calm and steady, showing no sign of distress.

Anyone who could remain so composed in such a violent stop must be a master.

"It's Pan Shaofeng, that damn Pan Shaofeng," Pang Da called out first.

Song Li also recognized him. This tall and handsome young man was Pan Shaofeng, the beloved son of Pan Shijian, the governor of the Imperial Capital. The official system of the Holy Lion Empire was different from the ancient times in his previous life. The governor of the Holy Lion City had more power and a higher rank, equivalent to the mayor of the capital city, a powerful figure indeed.

Pan Shijian, the governor of the Imperial Capital, was also part of the Loyal Prince's faction, a thorn in the side of the Holy Emperor who wanted him removed. Because his father was the highest administrative official in the Imperial Capital, Pan Shaofeng was a legitimate young master of the capital. This guy was arrogant and bullying, taking pleasure in tormenting others, a true troublemaker. A year ago, Pan Shijian sent him to a sect in Central State as an outer disciple to discipline him. Judging by his current behavior, with the Fire Kirin and the luxurious golden carriage, he had not improved and was still the same troublemaker.

Pan Shaofeng was about twenty-one or twenty-two years old, with a handsome face, though his slightly drooping eyebrows gave him a somewhat gloomy look. He was arrogant, holding a gilded fan in his hand as he jumped out of the carriage, looking around with disdain. His gaze finally settled on Song Li, and he sneered, "I thought it was some stray dog blocking the way. It's you, this waste of space. What, haven't seen you in a year, are you itching for a beating?"

Song Li's reputation as a waste of space was well-known in the Imperial Capital, and Pan Shaofeng naturally knew about it. In his eyes, Song Li was just a stray dog he could kick whenever he wanted. What he didn't know was that after a year, Song Li was no longer the same. With the help of the "Imperial Fire Seed," he had broken through to the second stage of Qi Induction in just a few months. His father, Song Xinghai, was no longer the incompetent Duke but had become a rising star in the Holy Lion Empire's court, a powerful Duke. Song Li had also shed his "Waste Prince" nickname and was officially recognized as the heir of the Ming王府.

In terms of background and combat strength, the current Song Li was no less than Pan Shaofeng. However, Pan Shaofeng had just returned from the sect and hadn't had time to catch his breath before showing off. He was unaware of the changes in the Imperial Capital over the past year, still thinking of Song Li as the same old Song Li. Although he found it strange that Song Li was blocking his carriage, he never thought Song Li had the strength to stop the Fire Kirin. After all, Song Li's image as a waste of space was too deeply ingrained. If someone told Pan Shaofeng now that Song Li was a second-stage Qi Induction expert, he would laugh until his teeth fell out.

Pan Shaofeng's audacity to act so arrogantly in front of Song Li shocked Pang Da and the others. Damn, was this guy looking for death? To provoke the most popular heir of the Imperial Capital? Pan Shaofeng's father was the highest administrative official in the Imperial Capital, but even he couldn't match a Duke, let alone a Duke with control over three special agencies.

Pang Da wanted to curse but held back. He suddenly remembered something. Pan Shaofeng wasn't that stupid; he must have just returned to the Imperial Capital and was unaware of Song Li's changes. Yes, that must be it. Hehe, this would be fun. Someone was asking for a beating, and it would be interesting to see how the boss would deal with him.

"Hey, didn't you hear me? Get out of my way, a good dog doesn't block the path!" Pan Shaofeng, seeing Song Li standing there coldly, was furious. Damn, a waste of space acting like a high and mighty expert, trying to kill with his eyes?

With a crisp "slap," Song Li's arm contracted and extended, striking Pan Shaofeng with lightning speed! The poor young master was spun around by the force, stars dancing in his eyes, completely dazed.

In fact, he was also at the second stage of Qi Induction, and he was at the peak of the second stage, slightly higher than Song Li, who was at the initial stage. However, due to his deep-seated prejudice against Song Li, he didn't see him as a threat and was completely unprepared. Song Li's sudden attack, taking advantage of his lack of vigilance, landed a resounding slap on Pan Shaofeng's face!

"Good! Well done! Such a life-wasting second-generation brat deserves a slap!" Pang Da was the first to applaud. The boss's slap was graceful and beautiful, a perfect strike. In front of the Imperial Capital's citizens, Pan Shaofeng's face was thoroughly disgraced.

"Still a golden carriage, slap that golden face!" The brothers of the Justice Alliance started to cheer.

"Deserves it! Deserves it! Deserves it!"

"Slap him! Slap him! Slap him!"

The onlookers were already indignant. On such a busy street, with people shoulder to shoulder, someone driving a carriage recklessly, completely disregarding others' lives, was outrageous and despicable. If not for the two young men's intervention, the old man and his grandson would have been trampled by the Fire Kirin. The citizens, who dared to be angry but not to speak, were now happy to join in the commotion. The crowd was boiling, and the cheers shook the sky.

The driver, who had just regained consciousness, lifted his head and saw the angry crowd and some young men rushing over. He quickly rolled his eyes and fell back to the ground, pretending to be dead.

The handsome young man standing next to the old man and his grandson didn't join in the commotion. He just smiled and watched the scene, but deep down, he also felt that Song Li's slap was satisfying. Pan Shaofeng indeed deserved it.

Since slapping Cheng Zhengxiang and Little Levi on the stage, Song Li had become obsessed with the art of "slapping." He had practiced it privately many times. His arm's contraction and extension, the lightning-fast strike, were the result of hundreds of repetitions. Even a second-stage Qi Induction expert like Pan Shaofeng couldn't avoid it, partly due to the element of surprise, but also because Song Li's technique was highly skilled.

Slapping, while causing minimal physical harm, was a significant blow to one's dignity. For someone like Pan Shaofeng, who valued face, Song Li believed that humiliating him in public and stripping away his dignity was the most effective method.

"Who hit me? Who the hell hit me? Hiding like a coward, what kind of expert are you? If you have the guts, come out and fight me, I'll show you what it means to be tired of living!" Pan Shaofeng still didn't believe that Song Li had slapped him. After regaining his senses, his eyes seemed to spout fire as he searched the crowd.