The saintess is pregnant, what does that have to do with me, a spoiled brat?

Crack! Xu Nuo punched the burly man in the front squarely in the chest. With a sickening cracking sound, the man didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying like a cannonball, knocking over three or four people behind him.

The lobby fell into a deathly silence.

The remaining dozen or so burly men stood frozen in place, looking at their companions lying on the ground coughing up blood, and then at Xu Nuo, who was standing there without even taking a breath, their faces showing expressions of utter disbelief.

Is this the damn good-for-nothing prince with unsteady gait?

One punch sent a strong man weighing over 200 pounds flying seven or eight meters away.

Zhao Tie's pupils suddenly contracted.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

That punch just now didn't use any internal energy; it was purely physical strength!

"An eighth-rank martial artist?" Zhao Tie narrowed his eyes, sizing Xu Nuo up and down. "No wonder he dared to be so arrogant. So he was hiding his true abilities."

He sneered and twisted his neck.

"How dare you, a mere eighth-rank official, show off in front of me?"

boom!

A burst of peak seventh-grade qi erupted, instantly shattering the bluestone bricks beneath Zhao Tie's feet. He charged towards Xu Nuo like a tiger descending a mountain, carrying a violent current of energy.

"Young Master, be careful!" Lin Hu's expression changed drastically, and he drew his sword to step forward.

The difference between the seventh and eighth ranks may seem to be only one rank, but the strength of their internal energy is worlds apart.

"Step back."

Xu Nuo spoke softly.

He stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding, watching Zhao Tie rush towards him, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Peak of the seventh rank?

This is a good opportunity to test the true power of the dragon.

The jade pendant on her chest felt slightly warm.

Roar!

In his mind, the Primordial Dragon Soul let out an excited roar. Dark red true dragon power instantly surged into his limbs and bones.

Xu Nuo raised his right hand, making a fist with his five fingers.

Without any fancy moves, it was just a simple straight punch that went straight at Zhao Tie.

"court death!"

A cruel glint flashed in Zhao Tie's eyes.

His punch contained all the internal energy of a peak seventh-grade cultivator. It could crush an eighth-grade cultivator, or even a bull, on the spot!

boom!

The two fists collided.

A dull thud exploded in the lobby, and a visible shockwave rolled outwards, causing the surrounding tables and chairs to overturn.

Li Wanning was so frightened that he covered his ears and closed his eyes.

Oh no, this spoiled brat is going to be beaten to death!

However, the expected screams of broken bones and torn tendons did not occur.

On the contrary, Zhao Tie's expression changed drastically in an instant.

The instant his fists made contact, he felt as if he had struck not a person, but an unshakeable iron tower!

An extremely terrifying recoil force surged up along his arm.

Click!

Zhao Tie's right arm bent at an odd angle, and the white bone fragments pierced his skin, causing blood to spurt out.

"ah--!"

Zhao Tie let out a piercing scream, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the counter.

The solid wood counter collapsed with a crash, burying him underneath.

The entire room fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Lin Hu's hand holding the knife froze in mid-air, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a fist.

Li Wanning secretly opened one eye and was stunned by what he saw.

That's a martial artist at the peak of the seventh rank!

The Chen family spent a fortune to hire this worshipper!

He was defeated in one punch?

Xu Nuo flicked her wrist and frowned slightly in dissatisfaction.

"Too weak."

He walked to the ruins and kicked away the wooden plank that was pressing down on Zhao Tie.

Zhao Tie's face was covered in blood, his right arm was completely useless, and he lay on the ground convulsing in pain. The way he looked at Xu Nuo was as if he were looking at a monster.

"You... what kind of monster are you...?"

How could an eighth-rank martial artist possess such terrifying physical strength!

Xu Nuo squatted down and patted Zhao Tie's face.

"Go back and tell Chen Wanjin that he smashed my shop, and he owes me 100,000 taels of silver, not a penny less. If I don't see the money by sunset tomorrow..."

Xu Nuo paused, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

"I'll go to the Chen residence myself to collect the debt. By then, it won't be something that can be resolved with just 100,000 taels."

Zhao Tie trembled all over, not daring to utter a single word.

"roll."

Xu Nuo stood up.

The remaining dozen or so strong men were overjoyed and hurriedly lifted Zhao Tie up, scrambling and crawling away from Zuixianlou.

The lobby was a mess.

Old Li clutched his chest and limped over, tears streaming down his face.

"Master, how...how are we supposed to do business like this!"

"What's the panic?" Xu Nuo took out the silver notes Li Wanning had just given him from his pocket, pulled out a thousand-tael note and handed it to Old Li. "Take this to treat your injuries, and use the rest to have the shop renovated. Use the best materials."

Old Li stared at the silver note in his hand, stunned.

"Boss, this is too much..."

"Here you go." Xu Nuo waved his hand. "We're closed for the next few days, but you'll still get paid."

Old Li was so moved that his eyes welled up with tears, and he bowed repeatedly.

Li Wanning came closer and circled Xu Nuo twice, as if looking at an alien.

"You...you are really Xu Nuo?"

She reached out to pinch Xu Nuo's cheek, but Xu Nuo slapped her away.

"Don't touch me."

"Weren't you a piece of trash who hadn't even touched the threshold of martial arts? How did you suddenly become so powerful!" Li Wanning's eyes widened.

"I ate a few elixirs and practiced a bit," Xu Nuo replied casually.

Li Wanning rolled his eyes.

You're kidding me!

However, she was becoming increasingly curious about Xu Nuo. This rumored number one playboy in the capital seemed to be hiding many secrets.

"Alright, stop looking." Xu Nuo walked outside. "Go check out the land you found. The chicken essence business needs to be expanded as soon as possible."

Since the Chen family wants to play, then let's play along.

Cutting off their source of income is worse than killing them.

at the same time.

The main hall of the Chen residence.

Chen Wanjin sat upright in the armchair, holding two jade dantians in his hands, his face gloomy.

"Master, Master Zhao is back." The steward rushed in, his face pale.

"Is everything taken care of?" Chen Wanjin didn't even lift his eyelids.

"No...it wasn't done." The butler swallowed hard. "Zhao Gongfeng...was carried back."

Click.

A crack appeared in the jade gall bladder in Chen Wanjin's hand.

He suddenly stood up and strode out of the lobby.

In the courtyard, Zhao Tie lay on a stretcher, his right arm hanging limply, his face ashen.

"What's going on!" Chen Wanjin roared.

Zhao Tie is at the peak of the seventh rank. Looking at the entire capital, apart from those high-ranking big shots, who could hurt him like this?

"Patriarch..." Zhao Tie said weakly, "It was Xu Nuo... He... He hid his strength. He is at least an eighth-rank martial artist, and his physical strength is extremely terrifying. I... I couldn't even withstand one of his punches."

"fart!"

Chen Wanjin kicked over the flowerpot next to him.

"That good-for-nothing Xu Nuo, he's been drinking and womanizing since he was a kid. If he ever manages to cultivate to the eighth rank, I'll rip his head off and use it as a chamber pot!"

Zhao Tie gave a wry smile.

He didn't believe it either, but the facts were undeniable.

"Master, he also said..." Zhao Tie hesitated for a moment.

"What did you say?!"

"He said that he had smashed up the Drunken Immortal Pavilion and owed 100,000 taels of silver in compensation. If he didn't see the money by sunset tomorrow, he would come to the Chen residence in person to collect the debt."