BANG! BANG! BANG!
Inside Platinum Suite 001, Qin Heng had laid out over a dozen security guards in a matter of moments.
The guards, who had been ferocious and ready to follow Li Jiayi's orders to beat Qin Heng to death, now lay on the ground, convulsing in agony.
Each of their limbs was skewed at unnatural angles, clearly broken by Qin Heng.
Qin Heng was at the peak of Qi Refinement. With a casual movement, he could exert tens of thousands of pounds of force, enough to effortlessly send a sedan flying with a single slap.
To ordinary people, such strength was monstrous.
Even if he held back, any guard merely grazed by him would be seriously injured immediately. This was unavoidable.
Qin Heng was simply too powerful. Even his breath could potentially kill a normal person.
"You, who exactly are you!"
Li Jiayi watched Qin Heng with a mix of surprise and uncertainty. He now realized something was amiss; Qin Heng's display of martial power was simply too strong.
One against over a dozen!
All of them strong and muscular guards!
This was no movie!
A regular martial arts expert might handle three or four opponents, but this guy had taken out more than a dozen guards in just a few seconds!
"What's going on here? Why is it so noisy? Where's Sun He?"
Just then, a handsome young man in his twenties entered. Seeing the chaos, he frowned.
Behind him followed a bald man in a suit. Though not tall, standing only a little over five feet, he was clearly formidable. His eyes were as piercing as a hawk's, his temples prominent, and his hands, with their pronounced knuckles, marked him as a trained fighter.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Li Jiayi roared, "Liu Keyun! What kind of venue are you running here? These guards are useless trash, to be taken down by just one man!"
Liu Keyun!?
The Liu Keyun who was one of Tianhai's Ten Outstanding Youths last year!
The manager of Emperor KTV.
At just twenty-three years old, he was already a young elite worth millions!
Meng Huihui and a few other girls' gazes flickered towards Liu Keyun.
For them, a prominent family like Li Jiayi's was too difficult to marry into.
Someone young and successful like Liu Keyun, who didn't come from an ultra-elite family, was a much better option.
Jealousy filled the eyes of the two other young men as they looked at Liu Keyun.
We're all about the same age! Why can Liu Keyun be worth millions and be chased by so many beautiful women, while we can only trail behind others like dogs?
"Young Master Li, please calm down," Liu Keyun said with a smile as he approached Li Jiayi. "It was just a momentary oversight on my part. I had Sun He bring a team here, and I didn't expect them to be overwhelmed."
"Manager Liu…" Sun He began, trying to explain.
"Silence!" Liu Keyun barked, glaring at Sun He. "I'll deal with you later!"
Then, he turned back to Li Jiayi. "Young Master Li, don't worry. I've brought Black Monk with me. He'll make sure this boy suffers a fate worse than death!"
At the mention of "Black Monk," Li Jiayi's eyes lit up. He looked at the bald man in the suit, then nodded at Liu Keyun and smiled. "Good, you're considerate. Just remember, don't let Black Monk kill that boy. Crippling him will suffice; I want to take care of him myself."
"How can you do this!" Song Ningran stood up, her pretty face flushed with anger, which only enhanced her beauty. "You're bullying people with your power! Aren't you afraid I'll call the police?"
After all, she was just a regular university student. Faced with such a situation, her only thought was to call the police.
"Call the police?" Liu Keyun paused, then burst into laughter. "Hahaha! What a naive and silly girl. With your pure and innocent look, you could probably be tricked into bed with just a few words."
After taking in Song Ningran's looks and figure, a gleam sparked in Liu Keyun's eyes. He felt tempted, already scheming about how to get a share of the spoils from Li Jiayi.
Such a stunning girl. It would be a real waste not to have a little fun with her.
However, before that, he still needed to take care of the eyesore.
"Black Monk!" Liu Keyun barked, pointing at Qin Heng. "You heard what Young Master Li just said, right? Cripple him, but don't kill him. The rest is up to you."
"Yes!" Black Monk nodded. He took a step and appeared in front of Qin Heng, sizing him up. "Boy," he said, "you managed to take down more than a dozen security guards by yourself. It seems you know some martial arts. No wonder you dare to be so arrogant at Emperor KTV."
"Martial arts?" Qin Heng shook his head gently, his expression indifferent. "What's that? I have never practiced such low-level stuff."
In his previous life, Qin Heng began Qi Refinement at seven, achieved Foundation Establishment within a month, Golden Core in three months, and reached the Nascent Soul Stage at eight years old.
At the Nascent Soul Stage, even without using any Divine Skills or Daoist techniques, every gesture and motion he made had the power to move mountains and fill seas. A casual punch could obliterate the American continent; he certainly didn't need any martial arts.
"You dare insult the Martial Dao! You're seeking death!" Black Monk roared furiously. He leaped towards Qin Heng, his hands abruptly splaying open like Black Dragon claws reaching for Qin Heng's shoulders.
Although he was now a servant, he held the Martial Dao as his lifelong pursuit. Hearing it belittled ignited a killing intent so fierce he wished he could tear Qin Heng to shreds immediately.
BOOM!
The air suddenly exploded with a roar as Black Monk's fingers tore through it. This created streams of pure white airflow, whipping up a violent wind, as though a jet plane had skimmed low overhead. The entire suite shook, leaving everyone's heads spinning.
Is this the power a human can possess!?
Unthinkable!
He's nothing short of a humanoid monster!
Except for Liu Keyun, everyone on Li Jiayi's side watched Black Monk, their faces etched with shock.
Unbelievable!
Too powerful!
An absolute superhuman!
Song Ningran was also stunned. The power Black Monk demonstrated was too strong, far beyond the imagination of ordinary people!
Under such an attack!
Even steel plates would probably be pierced by Black Monk's five fingers!
Let alone a body of flesh and blood!
"Boy! Now I'll show you what the Martial Dao truly is!" Black Monk roared, his eyes bloodshot with furious, murderous intent. "I have cultivated Open Force! This strike can make the air explode and carries the power of a thousand pounds! A piece of trash like you will be smashed to pieces! You can't withstand a single blow! Die!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Black Monk's power surged once again. The floor beneath his feet shattered under his stomps as if a road roller had crushed it, turning it into fragments—an utterly shocking display.
Everyone was stunned!
Too strong!
In front of Black Monk, Qin Heng was nothing but an ant!
He would certainly be torn to shreds!
Both Liu Keyun and Li Jiayi believed this in their hearts.
Meng Huihui and the others had already closed their eyes, seemingly unable to bear witness to the bloody scene about to unfold.
Song Ningran had lost all hope.
She was completely unsure of what to do; she was just an ordinary university student, her strength insignificant.
At this moment, Qin Heng remained calm and unhurried. He raised his palm towards Black Monk and sneered, "Even your Buddha, Sakyamuni, would have to kneel and pay respects to me as a disciple! What gives you the right to call yourself 'Buddha Lord' in my presence? You overestimate your abilities, courting death!"