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Who is Xiahou Zhan?!
The genius of the Xiahou Family, the one ranked in the top three of the Martial King's banquet, and one of the most advantageous successors to the Xuanwu Empire's throne.
How could an ordinary person know the name of such a powerful figure?
But Chen Yu knew, and he did not seem to be afraid.
What did this mean?
This meant that he had misunderstood at the very beginning. It was not that Chen Yu did not know the surname Xia Hou, but it was that his name did not have the weight of his name.
"Since you're so strong, why did you have to pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger!" An angry and embarrassed feeling burst out from Xiahou Yu's heart.
"How ignorant!"
Chen Yu sneered, stepped forward, and the One Thought Dragon Fist struck out with a loud bang, a terrifying dragon-shaped Qi shot towards Xiahou Yu.
"Since you've taken the initiative to provoke me, then receive my punch!"
Chen Yu's terrifying strength directly locked onto Xiahou Yu, and the pitiful Xia Hou Yu didn't even have the strength to move. He could only watch as Chen Yu's fist gradually grew bigger in front of his eyes.
Just as his fist was about to land on Xiahou Yu, a domineering roar came from outside the restaurant.
"Stop!"
A shadow instantly flew out of the building.
The crowd in the restaurant only felt a gale blowing towards them, causing them to stagger to the side.
Just the aura it emitted was so strong, how high must the person's cultivation be?!
Everyone's gazes were on this figure.
In the next moment, Chen Yu's eyes also shot out a light aura, he stepped forward and with a heavy punch, he shouted angrily, "Scram!"
"Boom!"
Accompanying the thunderous explosion was the silhouette of the person dashing into the restaurant. With an even faster speed, he flew out and heavily crashed onto the ground.
"What?!"
This scene shocked everyone present.
The young man before him, who appeared to be only fifteen years old, was actually so domineering and powerful!
It seems that Xiahou Yu has really kicked an iron board this time …
"Uncle Chen!"
Seeing that the guard had been blown away by Chen Yu's fist, Xiahou Yu's gaze froze and for the first time, a look of fear appeared on his face.
The guard he called Uncle Chen was a powerhouse at the peak of the Sixth Stage of the Martial Dao.
But such a strong Ranker couldn't even withstand a single punch from Chen Yu, so what kind of cultivation was this youth in front of him at?
"You … "Don't come over here …" Seeing Chen Yu walking in his direction again, Xiahou Yu panicked and said as he retreated.
"I said it already. If you want to take my punch, no one can stop me!" Chen Yu glared at Xiahou Yu coldly.
With the increase in his strength, Chen Yu's personality became even sharper.
No one could humiliate him for no reason.
In the beginning, Xiahou Yu didn't hold back when he was bullying, so don't blame him for being ruthless and merciless.
Since he had already decided to make a move, there was no need to hold back.
"Wait! Do you know that if you dare to even touch me, you will die without a burial ground? " Xiahou Yu was thoroughly frightened by Chen Yu's imposing aura and slowly retreated. He secretly cursed himself for not bringing a few powerful guards with him.
"Died without a burial ground?" Chen Yu laughed coldly: "I want to see just who will die today without a burial ground!"
Originally, Chen Yu had only planned to teach Xiahou Yu a lesson.
However, he did not expect Xiahou Yu to threaten him with his death at this point.
A strong killing intent burst out from Chen Yu's body.
He did not plan on letting go of the person who had the strongest killing intent towards him.
"What are you doing!?" Xia Hou Yu clearly felt the killing intent coming from Chen Yu's body, and said in disbelief.
"Kill you!" With one step, he arrived in front of Xiahou Yu and raised his hand.
"Wait!"
At this moment, a voice sounded from the second floor of the restaurant.
Everyone followed the voice and looked up. They saw a figure slowly walking down the stairs to the second floor.
This man was around 18 years old and his eyes were sparkling with arrogance.
The bright yellow robe was embroidered with eight lifelike green dragons.
The aura emanating from his body made people feel a boundless sense of majesty, and it was unforgettable.
"Looks like I won't be able to watch the show …"
In the restaurant, many people recognized this person.
They also thought that this person had come out to support Xiahou Yu.
In front of this person, that arrogant young man no longer had the qualifications to be so arrogant.
The moment Xiahou Yu saw this youth, his eyes shone with surprise and joy.
"Brother Zhan! Brother Zhan, quickly save me! "
With that, Xiahou Yu scrambled to the side of the yellow-robed youth.
So it turned out that this yellow-robed youth was none other than Xiahou Zhan, who was ranked third in the Martial King's banquet.
Xiahou Zhan had not wanted to interfere in the matter between Chen Yu and Xiahou Yu, but he did not expect that Xiahou Yu would actually become brainless enough to threaten Chen Yu and cause him to have killing intent.
This forced him to step forward. After all, Xiahou Yu was of his royal blood, so he could not die in front of him.
Feeling that he had found a backer, Xiahou Yu's expression became sinister as he said:
"Brother Zhan, this brat dares to insult our royal clan. You must kill him!"
However, to Xiahou Yu's surprise, he was greeted with a resounding slap on the face.
"Pah!"
When the crisp sound of a slap rang out, everyone was stunned.
Xia Hou Yu also looked at Xiahou Zhan in confusion.
However, Xiahou Zhan did not care about Xiahou Yu at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Young Master Chen, my apologies. Can you give me some face and spare this idiot's life?!"
Complete silence!
In the entire restaurant, even a pin drop could be heard.
Many people subconsciously opened their mouth and looked at Chen Yu.
Xiahou Zhan actually called this youth Chen Young Master?!
What background did this person have?
Even Xiahou Zhan spoke to him politely, and his tone seemed to sound a little weak?
After a moment of silence, Chen Yu faintly said, "Since Brother Xiahou has spoken, I will let him live …"
After pausing for a moment, Chen Yu looked at Xiahou Yu, whose face was imprinted with a distinct red handprint, and said:
"… …." "However, isn't it too child's play to just let go of a mere slap?!"
At this time, within the restaurant, someone finally guessed Chen Yu's identity.
His surname was Chen, and he was thirteen or fourteen years old. He possessed the Martial King Tieba, and was even respected so much by Xiahou Zhan.
Could it be, that this man was the one who had suppressed the genius of this generation, Chen Yu, in the Martial King's banquet a few days ago?
No wonder this kid's aura was so formidable, he didn't even put any of the Imperial Family disciples in his eyes, and killed them as he pleased.
Xiahou Yu was just a lowly direct son of the Marquis, yet he actually dared to offend Chen Yu.
To the point where they were not worried about Chen Yu from the start.