My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The only sounds in the main hall were the dull thuds of fists hitting flesh and Cui Jue's inhuman screams! In just a short while, the once dashing young master of the Cui family had been beaten until his face was covered in bruises and all his teeth had been smashed into pieces!

"presumptuous!!!"

Seeing their most valued descendant being tortured so cruelly.

An elder who had long held a high position finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He was trembling with anger and pointed at Li Chen, shouting furiously.

"You arrogant brat! This is the ancient and prestigious Cui family of Boling! Do you really think there is no law in the Tang Dynasty?! You…"

Li Chen didn't even glance at him.

He simply turned his head calmly and looked at Li Chengqian, who was standing to the side holding a blood-dripping sword.

"This old man is too noisy. Someone come and teach him a lesson, show him what manners are."

"Okay!"

Li Chengqian stretched his muscular neck, producing a cracking sound as if his bones were grinding together.

He dropped the sword in his hand and, exuding a strong aura of bloodlust, approached the elder step by step.

"What...what do you want to do?!"

The elder, seeing the bloodied man who looked like a god of death, retreated in fear, shouting in a show of bravado but inwardly weak voice.

"I am the Grand Elder of the Cui Clan of Boling! I hold the official rank of Grand Master of the Palace, a third-grade official! If you dare to lay a finger on me, my entire Cui Clan will fight to the death and ensure you have no place to bury your body!"

"Go to hell with your third-rank official position!"

Li Chengqian let out a disdainful sneer.

He is the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty, the future ruler of the world! How dare an elder from a powerful family threaten him with his status?!

"Bang!"

Li Chengqian rushed forward and delivered a merciless hook punch directly to the Grand Elder's stomach!

"vomit--!"

The elder's pampered body could not withstand the attack from the body-cultivating madman. He vomited up all the fine wine and delicacies he had eaten that night, and his whole body arched up in pain like a boiled shrimp.

Li Chengqian grabbed his hair and slammed his face hard against the mahogany pillar next to him.

"Bang bang bang!"

With a few hard blows, the once arrogant and righteous elder of the aristocratic family was instantly beaten until his head was bleeding profusely. He collapsed on the ground like a dead dog, barely breathing and half-dead.

This moment.

The remaining high-ranking members of the Cui family in the council hall were utterly desperate.

They finally realized that the person who broke in tonight was not someone who could reason with them or explain the laws of the Tang Dynasty.

This is a group of reckless, unrestrained madmen! They are true killing gods!

Li Chen stepped over the mess and blood on the ground, passing the trembling elders.

He walked slowly, step by step, to Cui Hong, the head of the Cui family.

Cui Hong was, after all, a patriarch of a powerful family who had seen many ups and downs.

Even in this desperate situation, he still stubbornly refused to kneel. On his wrinkled face, he tried his best to maintain the dignity and composure of a family head, staring intently at Li Chen.

"Oh?"

Li Chen stood in front of Cui Hong, looked him up and down, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"As expected of the head of the Cui clan of Boling. His subordinates are all dead, his son has been crippled, yet he can still remain so calm? His composure is quite impressive."

As Li Chen spoke, he reached out and patted Cui Hong on the shoulder.

"However, my legs are a little sore from walking all the way from the Prince of Qin's residence to here."

Li Chen pointed to the only intact armchair beneath Cui Hong, which symbolized the absolute authority of the family head.

"Excuse me, could you move aside? I was just about to sit down." Li Chen's tone was as calm as if he were sharing a table with someone in a teahouse.

Cui Hong's face, which had been trying so hard to remain calm, finally twitched violently.

As the dignified head of the Cui family, if he were to be driven from his position like a dog in front of all his clansmen, how could he possibly maintain his standing in the aristocratic circles afterward?!

"Your Excellency is being far too arrogant..."

Cui Hong frowned, just about to say something strong to save face.

"Smack!!!"

A crisp, loud slap, even carrying a hint of violent spiritual power, instantly resounded in the central hall!

Cui Hong hadn't finished speaking.

Li Chen's seemingly fair and slender right hand had already slapped his old face hard!

The immense force sent Cui Hong spinning twice before he crashed heavily to the ground with a thud! Half of his old face swelled up like a purple pig's head, and several bloody teeth flew out.

Li Chen wiped his hands on his clothes, looking very annoyed, and even started cursing.

"Damn it! You think you're so great, huh?"

Li Chen placed one foot on the armchair, looking down at the stunned Cui family head.

"I told you to move aside and let me sit down, are you deaf? Are you trying to force me, a civilized person who received nine years of compulsory education, to swear and hit you! You're really asking for trouble!"

"You—! How dare you insult me ​​like this!"

Cui Hong was so humiliated by this slap that he completely lost his mind.

He covered his swollen cheek, raised his head in a mixture of shame and anger, his eyes filled with endless resentment and madness, and made as if he were about to get up and fight Li Chen to the death.

however.

Before Cui Hong could even stand up...

"Buzz—!"

A terrifying aura of killing intent, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, instantly locked onto him!

Qin Qiong, without anyone noticing, had become like an insurmountable iron tower, blocking Li Chen's path.

This fierce general of the Tang Dynasty held a blood-dripping golden mace upside down in his hand.

His already imposing tiger-like eyes now flashed with undisguised, chilling killing intent. The tip of his golden mace was aimed directly at Cui Hong's trembling throat.

"Don't you dare utter another word of nonsense."

Qin Qiong's voice was as deep as muffled thunder, carrying an undeniable stillness.

"I'll smash your head open right now! You can try!"