Chapter 92

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The Wangyue Tower was not peaceful, with the rumbling sounds incessant and the noise unbearable.

"What are they doing inside!"

This time, the people on the street did not just glance; they stopped and gathered in front of the Wangyue Tower. They felt as if there were bandits inside, rummaging through and smashing things, even breaking tables, chairs, tea tables, and wine cups. But those with keen eyes knew that someone was fighting, and it was a group fight.

"Could they be fighting Zhao Yun!"

"Zhao Yun is an ordinary person with a broken meridian; he can't withstand such a beating."

"Today's Wanggu City will be very lively."

The fight inside was intense, and the conversation outside was equally heated. Many people gathered, including the shopkeepers and street vendors, all coming to join the commotion. Looking around, the crowd was dense, and no one minded the chaos.

Boom!

Amid the chatter, a window of the Wangyue Tower burst open, and a figure was thrown out. To be precise, he was beaten out, and more precisely, he was blasted out by an explosive talisman, his body blackened and bloodied.

"The young lord of Wuye City."

The knowledgeable elders revealed his identity.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

As soon as the words were spoken, another rumble echoed, and with each rumble, a window burst open, and a figure was thrown out. Then the walls, with human-sized holes, and finally the roof, with many young nobles being blasted into the sky.

"This..."

The onlookers were astonished, some glancing sideways, some looking up. The scene was truly spectacular. No one knew who was displaying such prowess inside, with so many young nobles flying out, some horizontally, some vertically, all in very dominant poses.

"How many explosive talismans does it take?"

The elder martial cultivators were shocked. It was clear that these people were blasted out, meaning someone inside was using explosive talismans. The quantity was not just a few; it was a thick stack. This wasn't just blasting people; it was burning silver.

And it wasn't over yet.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the rumbling grew louder, the walls of the Wangyue Tower crumbled, the beams collapsed, and the roof was blown away. Tables, chairs, tea tables, wine cups, bricks, tiles, and young talents were all flying through the air.

"Is this... tearing down a house?"

The corners of the onlookers' mouths twitched as they watched the Wangyue Tower being destroyed piece by piece.

Yes, it was tearing down a house.

This was a skilled job, and Young Master Zhao was very professional at it.

Boom!

Under the watchful eyes of the world, the largest tavern in Wanggu City, the Wangyue Tower, collapsed with a thunderous boom.

"Zhao Yun."

Accompanied by angry shouts, disheveled figures rushed out of the ruins. The young nobles were no longer graceful, the precious daughters were no longer beautiful, including Liu Ruyue, all were covered in dust and dirt, more disheveled than ever. Some managed to get out, but many were still trapped inside.

"Are they full of themselves!"

The street was filled with curses. The people inside were disheveled, and the onlookers were not much better. Perhaps they were too close, and many suffered. A good tavern and a good banquet turned into a mess.

"Amazing!"

Lin Xie was a talent, running the fastest. He escaped just before the Wangyue Tower collapsed, landing on the opposite roof. Now he was marveling at the chaos. He had watched the entire scene from start to finish, from the moment Zhao Yun pulled out the explosive talismans. He saw each young noble being blasted out, and the explosive talismans were truly spectacular.

"Done beautifully."

Not only Lin Xie, but also the little black fatty, had quick reflexes. Knowing Zhao Yun had explosive talismans, he didn't lag behind.

As for the rest, they were not so harmonious, stunned by the explosions, wondering where Zhao Yun got so many explosive talismans, as if they were free.

Looking at Zhao Yun, he was also in a sorry state.

On the ruins, he managed to stand, his face pale, his breath weak. The explosive talismans he had stored were almost all used up, and his true essence was nearly depleted.

There was no choice; he was forced into this.

Those brats were too overbearing. One or two he could handle, but a whole group was too much. He couldn't fight them all, so he had to use explosive talismans.

As he said, if they wanted to cause trouble, he would make it bigger.

Indeed, the commotion was significant. He managed to collapse such a large tavern, and everyone inside was injured, not unlike the group fight from yesterday. The difference was that yesterday it was outside the city, today it was inside, in a bustling area, affecting many people.

"Is he... a martial cultivator?"

Many elders were surprised, referring to Zhao Yun.

"When did he reconnect his meridian?"

"How long has it been? Already at the second level of True Spirit?"

"You've deceived us so much!"

After the chaos, the discussions resumed. The expressions of the onlookers were varied. Who would have thought that the broken-meridian cripple, the subject of many tea-time conversations, had transformed into a martial cultivator, and not just any martial cultivator. This surprise was overwhelming, and his first exposure as a martial cultivator caused such a scene. He would be the center of attention wherever he went!

"Zhao Yun."

The young nobles had all steadied themselves, surrounding from all sides, their true essence surging, their anger boiling. For years, as martial cultivators, they had never suffered such a loss.

"Zhao Yun."

Liu Ruyue's cold rebuke was especially icy. Today was her banquet, and it had turned into a disaster, all because of Zhao Yun. Not only did he ruin the event, but he also humiliated her. As a proud daughter of the heavens, how could she tolerate this?

Zhao Yun remained silent, only looking at the young nobles.

As for Liu Ruyue, he ignored her. As Lin Xie had said, if this was a farce, the main character was not Zhao Yun but Liu Ruyue. As the host, representing the city lord and Wanggu City, if she didn't control the situation, then everyone should join in the chaos.

"I'll kill you."

The young nobles, with fierce expressions, clenched their teeth and rushed from all sides, especially Yan Kang, determined to kill Zhao Yun today. Even if the city lord punished him, he would still give the Blood Eagle Clan some face, not risking his life. This was the mindset of most young nobles.

"Stop."

Before the battle began, a figure appeared like a ghost, standing beside Zhao Yun, his powerful aura forcing the young nobles to step back.

The newcomer was a middle-aged man.

Yang Ying from the city lord's residence, clad in armor, with a military saber at his waist, clearly a veteran of many battles, exuding a terrifying aura that could only be forged on the battlefield. He was a genuine peak Xuan Yang, with an overwhelmingly powerful presence.

Seeing him, the young nobles instantly calmed down.

Yang Ying's reputation was well-known. Like Yang Xiong, he had fought on the battlefield, emerging from the dead, a madman. His reputation was earned through bloodshed, and his enemies trembled at his name, as did his allies.

With him here, no one dared to act rashly.

Thus, when it came to controlling the situation, Yang Ying was the one who commanded respect.

"Who injured my young master?"

A loud shout echoed, coming from one side. The elders had arrived, all guests at the city lord's residence, and upon hearing the news, they all rushed over.

Besides them, there were also the families of Wanggu City.

Zhao Yun saw Liu Cangkong and the head of the Wang family, both with grim faces, not caring about Zhao Yun becoming a martial cultivator, but only about their own people.

Too many people had arrived.

Zhao Yun, standing alone, would not be able to escape if they decided to kill him.

"Zhao Yun, you truly deserve to die."

The elder of the Blood Eagle Clan was furious, his cold aura targeting Zhao Yun.

"This is Wanggu City."

Yang Ying was not a mere figurehead. A cold snort from him dispelled the elder's aura. Standing here, he would not tolerate such audacity, challenging his authority.

"Yang Ying, we need an explanation for this matter."

The elder of the Blood Eagle Clan shouted, and the elders of other major clans stepped forward, their auras combining, even a peak Xuan Yang like Yang Ying could not withstand it.

"May I ask what kind of explanation you seek?"

A calm voice echoed, and the city lord of Wanggu City arrived. If Yang Ying couldn't control the situation, the city lord's words would carry significant weight.

"He used explosive talismans to recklessly bomb us."

"City Lord, such a ruthless person should be punished by death."

"You must not show favoritism."

The young nobles jumped out, speaking with righteous indignation. They had fought a group battle outside the city before, with hidden grudges, now united in their goal: to kill Zhao Yun. With so many major clans pressuring, they believed Yang Xiong could not resist.

"Zhao Yun, what do you have to say?"

Yang Xiong spoke calmly, the city lord of Wanggu City would not listen to one side of the story.

"I was defending myself."

"They wanted me to kneel and apologize, and if I refused, they would beat me up."

"I couldn't just stand there and take it."

Zhao Yun responded, his words calm and composed.

"Nonsense, it was you who started the chaos and now you're trying to turn the tables."

"You say we attacked first, but who can verify that?"

"Seeing your one arm, I thought you were different, but you turned out to be so vicious."

"You even dare to twist the facts."

The young nobles, like they had been injected with adrenaline, spoke with righteous indignation, certain that no one would come forward to testify. Who would dare to be the one to stand against so many major clans, knowing the consequences?

Indeed, no one dared to testify.

There were many who were angry but dared not speak, not just the small clans of Wanggu, but even the major clans like Tianyang, dared not intervene. There were too many of the other side, and as the saying goes, "two fists cannot defeat four hands." If they were targeted by multiple clans, they would not be able to live in peace, and in the worst case, they could be wiped out. The consequences were severe.

This was a difficult situation.

Yang Xiong was in a bind, on one side were the major clans, on the other was the royal disciple, neither side was easy to deal with. A misstep could offend both sides.

"I will testify."

Niu Hong jumped out, his large size and dark skin making him stand out in the crowd.

"City Lord, I have a treasure for you."

The little fatty ran over, handing Yang Xiong a crystal stone.