As soon as Wang Bai finished speaking,
outside White Rat Pavilion, five or six hundred martial world men started moving all at once, the surging crowd rolled forward with great momentum, pressing toward the main entrance of White Rat Pavilion.
In that instant, all the South City Embroidered Uniform Guards tensed up, feeling immense pressure.
Wang Bai slowly stood up, patted Gu Zhan's shoulder, and smiled, saying, "Lord Gu, it's good for young people to have drive. We were all young once. But youth doesn't mean you can toss away all rules—things don't work like that."
Gu Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly, "So, you're telling me you won't hand him over then?"
Wang Bai smiled, "Lord Gu, you're exaggerating. If the government needs someone, I run an honest business and of course I'll cooperate. But if I don't have what you want, I can't help. How about this: Lord Gu, you go back and wait, I'll have my boys help you look for the man?"
Gu Zhan sneered, "Your White Rat Pavilion is suspected of selling Five Stone Powder. Come with me."
Wang Bai grinned, saying, "Looks like Lord Gu still doesn't understand the current situation. I'm clean, so I don't mind going with you, but—are you sure my brothers will agree?"
In a flash,
a wave of martial world men surged into the White Rat Pavilion.
At that moment, Gao Jun walked over, took out a token, and shouted angrily, "Gu Zhan, have you made enough trouble yet? By Lord Luo's order, I now command you to get back to the Hundred Households Office immediately!"
Wang Bai shook his head slightly and said, "Lord Gu, a little hot-bloodedness at your age isn't all bad, but it's definitely not a good thing either. Just go back and study hard—you're young, you've got a long road ahead."
Gu Zhan said disdainfully, "What, you think just because you have Gao Jun backing you up, I won't dare touch you?"
Now Wang Bai really wasn't scared at all,
If Gao Jun wasn't here, he'd still give way, after all, Gu Zhan is the kind of guy who dares to fight and kill for real.
Of course, that's usually the case, considering Gu Zhan's status,
Honestly, gathering a crowd of hundreds to assault the Embroidered Uniform Guard in public—no one could take on that crime. But with Gao Jun present, Wang Bai really had nothing to worry about,
If Gu Zhan dared make a move, he'd really fight him to the death,
If things got out of hand, with Gao Jun testifying, at worst he'd just hand over a couple of scapegoats for show.
He believed Gu Zhan also understood this,
So even though he knew Gu Zhan had a fierce reputation, he really didn't believe Gu Zhan would dare strike.
Wang Bai said softly, "Lord Gu, I've put up with you again and again for the sake of Hundred Households Gu Chuan. Don't shoot yourself in the foot. Your 'Little God of Slaughter' title can scare others, but it's got no weight here. Go back, and remember the lesson today—pick the softest fruit to squeeze!"
With those words, Wang Bai turned slowly, preparing to head upstairs.
Gu Zhan narrowed his eyes; a few icy words squeezed from his lips:
"Old bastard, you don't know when someone's giving you face!"
Before the words finished, the Horizontal Saber in Gu Zhan's hand suddenly gave a deep hum, inner strength surging through, then turned into a dark streak of light, splitting the cold air and chopping straight at Wang Bai's back.
After all, Wang Bai was a seasoned Third Grade Martial Artist with superb perception for danger. The moment Gu Zhan's blade fell, a chill shot up his spine,
He tapped the ground and his figure floated forward as light as willow fluff, dodging the deadly strike in an instant; while still in mid-air, he spun half a circle, faced Gu Zhan, hands behind his back, and drifted down like a falling leaf.
His eyes filled with shock, he cried, "Gu Zhan, you—!"
But Gu Zhan wasted no words,
The second strike was already out,
That instant, Gu Zhan stepped lightly, Big Goose Skill activated—his body technique ghostly as a specter—appearing before Wang Bai in a flash and bringing the blade down.
Wang Bai was shocked—he hadn't expected Gu Zhan's qinggong to be so profound. Caught off guard, he hurriedly dodged aside, barely evading the blade and then struck out with his palm at Gu Zhan.
In the blink of an eye,
Gu Zhan's Horizontal Saber flicked to the side.
"Pa!" "Clang!"
Palm met blade, ringing out with a heavy clang.
Wang Bai's body was blasted back, drifting to the ground, but the palm behind his back kept trembling, intense pain numbing his whole arm.
In that brief clash, he'd slapped the flat of the blade, not the edge, but his palm technique wasn't all that refined—his specialty was qinggong.
Using his weakness against Gu Zhan's strength,
This arm was almost useless now!
Yet Gu Zhan didn't stop, instead rushed forward quickly.
Wang Bai's face changed—his greatest strength was qinggong, but in this main hall, he was severely restricted, and after their brief clash, he was sure Gu Zhan's inner strength was not inferior to his own; if it came to a fight, he'd be at a big disadvantage.
"Stop him!"
Wang Bai roared, waking his stunned men at once—but the Embroidered Uniform Guards also sprang into action at the same time.
In a second, the two sides clashed at close quarters.
An originally spacious hall now seemed suffocatingly cramped and packed.
Gao Jun and several other senior Hundred Households Office members suddenly found themselves in an awkward spot.
The South City Hundred Households Office were colleagues—they had no reason to fight, and certainly wouldn't dare touch them at this time. As for the White Rat Gang, they were more like "their own people"!
Without delay, Gao Jun led his men to retreat.
"Lord Gao, what do we do now?" An advisor asked urgently.
Gao Jun retreated to the second floor with his men and said gravely, "Let them fight. This is White Rat Gang turf. Gu Zhan is arrogant and reckless—he's no match for the White Rat Gang. He'll either die here or suffer heavy losses. Then we can take control of the South City Hundred Households Office. As for White Rat Gang, we can hand over a few men for appearances and be done with it!"
...
In the first-floor hall, the confined space was packed, battle about to erupt.
Wang Bai took advantage of the chaos and dashed for the exit—famed for his qinggong, he was astoundingly fast, and though age had slowed him, as a Third Grade cultivator he was still no weakling.
By comparison,
Gu Zhan also knew Big Goose Skill. His qinggong was decent, but nowhere near Wang Bai's level.
Even so, he charged into the crowd with astonishing speed,
the whistling sound of his blade cutting through the air gave the White Rat Gang no chance to react—heads rolled, limbs flew, bodies burst like meat pulp, shrieks mixing with the roar of slaughter.
The White Rat Gang were slaughtered and falling back in defeat!
He carved out a bloody path,
[Experience Points +15]
[Experience Points +25]
[Experience Points +13]
At the same time, the system prompts kept sounding in his mind,
As he charged to the entrance,
his experience points had already exceeded one hundred!