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

boom!

The dull thud echoed through the lobby.

The burly man who was hit didn't even have time to scream. His chest caved in strangely, and he flew backward like a broken sack, crashing into three or four square tables before finally stopping.

Dead silence.

The lobby fell silent instantly.

The remaining dozen or so burly men, holding iron bars, stood frozen in place, looking at their companions lying on the ground, seemingly dead, and then at Xu Nuo, who was still standing there.

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

Zhao Tie's eyelids twitched violently.

He was at the peak of the seventh rank, so he could naturally tell that Xu Nuo hadn't used any internal energy in that punch.

How could one punch cripple a ninth-rank martial artist using only physical strength?

"What are you standing there for! Attack him together! Cripple him!" Zhao Tie roared angrily, his bones cracking as his peak seventh-grade qi burst forth, forming a faint gray glow on his body.

As if waking from a dream, a dozen burly men roared and brandished iron bars as they lunged at Xu Nuo.

Xu Nuo twisted her neck.

The power of the true dragon surged through his limbs and bones, and he now felt an inexhaustible strength.

boom!

Instead of retreating, Xu Nuo advanced, directly crashing into the crowd.

There are no techniques, only instinct.

A punch landed squarely on the face of the burly man on the left, the sound of his nose bone cracking crisp and pleasant.

He swung his elbow back and struck the burly man on the right in the chest, followed by the sound of breaking ribs.

Promises are like a ferocious beast charging into a flock of sheep; every move it makes is accompanied by the sound of bones cracking and screams of agony.

Less than ten breaths.

A group of burly men lay groaning on the ground, iron rods scattered everywhere.

Xu Nuo stood in the center, not even out of breath, her white brocade robe unstained by a single drop of blood.

"That's it?" Xu Nuo looked at Zhao Tie with a disdainful tone.

Zhao Tie's face turned ashen.

He knew he had met his match today, but if he couldn't take down the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, he wouldn't be able to explain himself back to the Chen family.

"You little beast, don't be so arrogant!"

Zhao Tie roared, and the bluestone slabs beneath his feet shattered inch by inch. He shot forward like an arrow, instantly closing in on Xu Nuo.

With its five fingers forming a claw, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, it aimed straight for Xu Nuo's throat.

A full-force strike from a seventh-rank martial artist is enough to shatter gold and split rocks.

Xu Nuo did not dodge.

He didn't even raise his hand.

Just as Zhao Tie's eagle claws were about to touch Xu Nuo's throat...

hum.

Xu Nuo's jade pendant on her chest suddenly became hot.

Roar!

A dragon's roar, which only Zhao Tie could hear, exploded in his mind.

Zhao Tie's soul trembled violently; the promise before him seemed to have transformed into an ancient, ferocious beast with its jaws wide open in the abyss.

Then, to his horror, he discovered that his proud seventh-grade internal energy, the moment it touched Xu Nuo's skin, vanished without a trace, being devoured by the madness.

"you……"

Zhao Tie was shocked and tried to back away.

late.

Xu Nuo raised her hand, grabbed Zhao Tie by the neck, and lifted him up.

The terrifying suction force flowed along Xu Nuo's palm, continuously drawing away the internal energy from Zhao Tie's body.

Just three breaths.

The internal energy within Zhao Tie's body was completely drained.

He was like a fish out of water, his legs kicking helplessly in mid-air, his face turning purplish-red, and his eyes rolling back.

"Did Chen Wanjin send a piece of trash like you to cause trouble?"

Xu Nuo curled her lip and threw Zhao Tie to the ground like trash.

boom!

Zhao Tie coughed up a mouthful of blood; countless bones in his body were broken, rendering him completely useless.

He stared intently at Xu Nuo, his eyes filled with unprecedented fear.

This is not martial arts at all!

This is sorcery!

"Lin Hu." Xu Nuo took out a silk handkerchief and slowly wiped her hands.

"Here!" Lin Hu strode forward, his eyes burning with fervor.

The Crown Prince is too fierce!

"Break this old bastard's legs and throw him back to the Chen family." Xu Nuo threw a silk handkerchief at Zhao Tie's face. "And tell Chen Wanjin that if the 100,000 taels of compensation isn't delivered to the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion by sunset tomorrow, I'll personally go to the Chen family to collect the debt."

"yes!"

Lin Hu drew the back of his knife and slammed it down hard on Zhao Tie's legs.

Click!Click!

With two sharp cracks, Zhao Tie didn't even have time to scream before he fainted from the pain.

The lobby was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Old Li covered his leaky mouth and stared blankly at his employer.

Li Wanning stood at the door, his mouth wide open... so wide that he couldn't close it for a long time.

She grew up in the palace and had seen many skilled warriors.

But this was the first time she had ever seen a fighting style as decisive and even somewhat sinister as Xu Nuo's.

This person is not only cunning in business, but also utterly inhuman when it comes to fighting!

"What are you looking at?" Xu Nuo turned to look at Li Wanning. "Never seen a handsome guy before?"

Li Wanning snapped out of her daze, her cheeks flushed, and she spat.

"shameless!"

She walked over to Xu Nuo, stepping on the broken pieces of wood scattered on the ground, and lowered her voice.

"You've severely offended the Chen family. That old fox Chen Wanjin will definitely not let this go. He's backed by the Minister of Revenue!"

"The Minister of Revenue is nothing," Xu Nuo scoffed. "My grandfather was the Duke of Zhenguo. When it comes to background, who in Dali can compare to me?"

Li Wanning choked.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Duke Zhenguo, Xu Zhentian, is the God of War of Dali, commanding 300,000 Zhenbei Army soldiers.

Although Xu Zhentian has been stationed in the northern border for many years, as long as he is still alive, no one in the capital dares to openly provoke Xu Nuo.

"Alright, stop worrying about these useless things." Xu Nuo patted Li Wanning on the shoulder. "Now that the land is secured, hurry up and hire people to build the workshop. I'll write down the chicken bouillon recipe for you later. Remember, this stuff must be monopolized. Anyone who dares to imitate it, crush them to death."

Li Wanning's eyes lit up.

"Don't worry! I may not have much else, but I'm rich and have plenty of connections!"

The inner city, Chen residence.

The atmosphere in the study was frighteningly tense.

Chen Wanjin looked at Zhao Tie lying on the stretcher, his legs broken and his cultivation completely destroyed, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

"Master...that promise...that he knows sorcery..."

Zhao Tie, breathing weakly, recounted the events that had occurred at Zuixianlou in fits and starts.

"He can absorb my internal energy... he's definitely not an eighth-rank cultivator..."

Chen Wanjin clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

One hundred thousand taels!

Xu Nuo not only stripped the Chen family of their high-ranking retainer, but also dared to demand an exorbitant 100,000 taels in compensation!

This is putting the Chen family's face on the ground and trampling on it!

"What a fine example of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion! What a spoiled brat!" Chen Wanjin laughed angrily. "Does he really think that with Xu Zhentian backing him up, he can run rampant in the capital?"

"Master, what should we do now?" the butler asked cautiously from the side. "Should we report it to the authorities?"

"What's the use of reporting to the authorities? Does the Prefect of Shuntian Prefecture dare to interfere in the affairs of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion?"

Chen Wanjin took a deep breath, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"Go, take my calling card, and go to Shadow Pavilion."

The butler was startled.

The Shadow Pavilion is the largest assassin organization in the Great Li Dynasty. They'll kill even royalty if the money is right.

"Sir, if this is found out..."

"So what if they find out? Xu Zhentian is far away in the northern border. By the time he receives the news, Xu Nuo's body will be rotting!" Chen Wanjin gritted his teeth.

"Tell the Shadow Pavilion what I promised in return: five hundred thousand taels of silver."