I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

The gunfire suddenly stopped, and debris fell to the ground in the room. Everyone's gaze turned in unison to the direction where Xu Yuan had just been standing.

As the smoke cleared, the battered desk was revealed to everyone. There were no wishes on the desk, only Niu Chong, beaten to a pulp, with his back to them.

Where are they?

Zhao Jingang carefully searched the room, glancing at his brothers beside him; they were all there.

"President."

The other men reacted and rushed towards Niu Chong to check if he was dead or alive.

"Don't worry, your marksmanship is too good. Not a single one was spared; they all hit your dear president."

The boss's chair spun around, and Xu Yuan sat comfortably with his legs crossed. He gestured, and Niu Chong flew backward, crashing heavily into his charging subordinate.

"Chairman Niu?"

The Eight Vajras looked at Niu Chong, who was already riddled with holes, exchanged surprised glances, and then approached Xu Yuan together.

"You have some nerve, you really don't respect our martial arts association at all."

Xu Yuan stood up and jumped onto the desk in front of her, looking down at the eight menacing figures.

"Call all the members of your martial arts association here. You few alone are no match for me."

"Arrogant."

Zhao Jingang roared and casually kicked a stool at Xu Yuan: "Brothers, let's attack together!"

"If the Eight Vajras couldn't even handle a mere spearhead when they attacked together, we might as well give up. It's a disgrace."

"Dry!"

With a roar, the seven figures attacked simultaneously, and a faint, invisible fluctuation within the room quickly pressed down on Xu Yuan.

Xu Yuan stood on the high place, his face relaxed, but he dared not slack off. After all, they were the Eight Vajras, and they were different from ordinary thugs. They all knew some internal energy skills.

With a slight turn of his sword finger, Xu Yuan's power fluctuated slightly, and the desk beneath his feet, unable to withstand the pressure, crumbled into dust with a bang.

The powerful explosive force forced Zhao Jingang and his six companions to retreat and defend themselves.

Xu Yuan seized the opportunity to step forward, arriving directly in front of them. He unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, moving with the agility of water, giving them no chance to catch him.

"I see."

The turtle, who had been observing from the corner without making a move, finally saw through Xu Yuan's movement: as soft as water, evaporating and gathering like water—truly ingenious.

He had never seen such a refined application of true qi.

"Eighth Brother, what are you doing?"

Zhao Jingang noticed the stunned Wang Ba and angrily reminded him. Before he finished speaking, Wang Ba was sent flying backward, his body crashing heavily against the wall. He spat out a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground, unable to get up again.

"Eighth Brother, you..."

He was willing to accept defeat at Xu Yuan's hands, but what pained him most was the betrayal of his companions.

Wang Ba shook his head: "We are no match for him."

He always planned his actions carefully, and he could tell at first glance that Xu Yuan was extraordinary. He wouldn't go up there to throw his life away for nothing.

He had long disapproved of some of the things the martial arts association did, and was now in a state of semi-detachment, especially after his master was murdered.

Who knows if the master was murdered because of the young man in front of him, or if someone was pulling tricks behind the scenes?

Except for the turtle who hadn't made a move, the other seven of the Eight Vajras lay on the ground, their faces filled with resentment and fear.

They used their last ounce of strength to try and remember Xu Yuan's face.

"At such a young age, you're the first person to defeat seven of us single-handedly."

Xu Yuan patted the wrinkles on her clothes, didn't even glance at them, and walked past them.

Aren't you going to make a move?

Wang Ba bowed to Xu Yuan with clasped hands and said, "Young friend, your mastery of true energy is unparalleled. I am no match for you and I admit defeat. You may decide what to do with me."

Upon hearing his words, Xu Yuan couldn't help but glance at him again.

"I didn't expect there to be someone sensible among you."

"You can leave now."

"I hope you remember what you said today."

stomping on...

Before Wang Ba could speak, a series of chaotic footsteps came from outside the door, and a group of martial arts association members rushed in, wielding knives and clubs.

With a light stomp of his foot, the spent bullet casings scattered on the ground soared into the air. With a flick of his hand, the casings flew out faster than those fired from a pistol.

"what……"

The martial arts members who had just stepped inside the room collapsed to the ground in droves before they could even see what was inside.

Once she was sure no one else was coming, Xu Yuan put one hand behind her back and walked steadily out of the room. Wang Ba quickly followed after her.

"Why are you following me?"

"Sir, may I be accepted as your disciple?" Wang Ba stood respectfully before Xu Yuan and earnestly requested.

"At your age, you're almost old enough to be my grandfather, and you're going to be my apprentice?" Xu Yuan found it hard to accept.

"A wise person can be a teacher, regardless of age. As long as the teacher agrees, I am willing to follow him at all times."

"Forget it, I'm not that great, I'm not qualified to take on apprentices."

Xu Yuan still refused, saying that he was not qualified at the moment, and even if he really wanted to take on a disciple, he would need the master's consent.

"If you're willing to listen to advice, I can give you one."

"Go away and travel for a few years. If you come back and still want to become my apprentice, then we can discuss it again."

"I'll listen to you."

Xu Yuan nodded and walked towards the parking lot: "Take me home."

The car started and headed towards Yunding Mountain.

Meanwhile, the Zhang and Du families, who received Zhang Ruonan's call, mobilized all their connections and sent people outside to search for Xu Yuan's whereabouts.

Not long after Xu Yuan's car left the underground parking lot, two black SUVs hurriedly arrived.

They rushed into the room and froze in place when they saw the corpses lying on the floor.

"Boss, we've found the martial arts association, but..."

Butler Zhang, holding the phone, secretly swallowed.

"Something happened to Mr. Xu?" Zhang Jiushan on the other end of the phone couldn't help but worry.

"It wasn't Mr. Xu. We didn't see Mr. Xu. The Wu family was massacred."

Butler Zhang decided to turn on the video so that Zhang Jiushan could see the scene.

"Niu Chong and the Eight Vajras are all finished."

Sitting at home, Zhang Jiushan watched the video on his phone, picked up his teacup, and took a big gulp.

"Did Xu Yuanqian make this?"

"It's hard to say. Judging from the technique, it's highly likely," Butler Zhang offered his assessment.

"If it were him, he would be in big trouble."

Overnight, the entire martial arts association was wiped out. This won't just be a shockwave in Mingdai; it will likely shake the entire martial arts world.

As dawn broke, news of the annihilation of the Mingdai Martial Arts Association reached everyone's ears.

At first, some people didn't believe it. The Martial Arts Association in Mingdai was the pinnacle of the martial arts world. People would think twice before messing with them, let alone destroying them.

They knew that when they saw the photos they received, the corpses of Niu Chong and the Seven Vajras of the Martial Arts Association were clearly visible.

"Who could have done it?"

When the news reached the capital, Ye Wu, who had been recuperating from his previous injury, saw the pictures and videos without any change in expression.

"Master, who would dare to attack the martial arts association?"

"It must be him."

"Who?" Ding Chen asked curiously.

"You've seen him before."

"You mean Xu..."

Before he could utter the word "wish," Ding Chen's face turned pale and then flushed.

"Is he insane?"