Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

"Stop!" Li Qiuting yelled at Han Jianglong, her voice rising. "Do you know who Mr. Qin is? How dare you be so rude!"

She was so frightened, cold sweat beaded on her brow, and her body trembled. Qin Heng's identity was absolutely extraordinary; even the president of Beijing University heeded his commands! If such an important figure were injured at Jiuchong Pavilion, everyone present tonight would likely be implicated and suffer unimaginable punishment.

"Miss Li, you're overthinking things. This guy is just a penniless good-for-nothing!" Han Jianglong completely disregarded Li Qiuting's attempt to stop him.

His iron-like claws continued to reach for Qin Heng's neck!

WHOOSH!

It was as if a fierce wind surged between Han Jianglong's fingers, currents of air scattering, causing wind to howl through the otherwise quiet main hall of Jiuchong Pavilion!

Those five fingers, like a giant turbine, stirred the frigid air within a radius of over ten meters, making many feel their clothes whipping about!

The onlookers were terrified by Han Jianglong's swift and decisive momentum, their faces paling in horror. This was the first time they had witnessed a true Martial Artist in action!

So horrifying! So terrifying!! That a mere grab could display such incredible power was simply beyond imagination! Is this really a power humans can achieve?

"It's over! This guy, Qin Heng, is completely doomed. Han Jianglong's grip could crush steel! Flesh and blood could not possibly withstand such a blow!"

"This guy is dead for sure. People shouldn't be too arrogant; otherwise, they really risk provoking those they can't afford to offend. By the time regret sets in, it's far too late."

No one believed Qin Heng could withstand Han Jianglong's attack.

The oppressive aura Han Jianglong exuded upon his arrival and the sheer force of his grab were deeply seared into the minds of everyone present.

Powerful! Terrifying! Utterly invincible!

This was the impression everyone had of Han Jianglong. In their eyes, Qin Heng was merely a young man, a newcomer to Beijing from some rural backwater.

The gap between them was simply too vast!

Even expressions like "as different as clouds and mud" or "worlds apart" were insufficient to describe the chasm between them.

He's a goner! This kid called Qin Heng is absolutely done for!

Li Qiuting couldn't help but close her eyes. I don't dare to look, unable to even imagine the gruesome aftermath if Han Jianglong's claw finds its mark. Han Jianglong's strength is truly too terrifying! To ordinary people, a Martial Artist at the Hidden Force level is already inhumanly powerful, capable of killing a normal person with a casual gesture!

"Kid! You're just too arrogant!" Han Jianglong had already charged in front of Qin Heng, his hand about to close around Qin Heng's neck. He sneered, "Young Master Wu dislikes your arrogance, so I'm taking action! Kneel!"

He made no secret of acting on orders, clearly considering beating Qin Heng to death a trivial matter. Easily swept under the rug.

"Qin Heng, dodge quickly!" Jiang Pingqiao couldn't help shouting when he saw Qin Heng standing stock-still, showing no intention of fleeing, as if paralyzed by fear.

If this goes on, he's dead for sure!

"Dodge? HAHAHA!" Han Jianglong's expression was one of utter disdain and arrogance as he laughed at Qin Heng. "Little insect, with your insignificant strength, you think you can dodge my—"

"Mere ant," Qin Heng snorted contemptuously, swatting casually as if at a mosquito, his hand striking Han Jianglong.

CRASH!

A deafening sound erupted, and Han Jianglong's voice cut off abruptly!

An incredibly terrifying force slammed into Han Jianglong, as if he'd been hit by a speeding heavy truck, sending him hurtling backward!

Like a kicked ball, he traced an arc through the air.

BANG!

He crashed to the floor of Jiuchong Pavilion's main hall like a falling meteor, gouging a massive crater in the incredibly hard surface!

Surrounding floor tiles shattered into a fine powder, like flour, swirling into a dense fog. The impact even smashed through the foundation below; many steel reinforcing bars snapped and twisted, jutting up through the ruined floor.

But it wasn't over.

After Han Jianglong slammed into the ground, the force of the blow didn't dissipate. It continued to drive him backward, carving a long, deep trench across the floor!

He nearly split the entire main hall of Jiuchong Pavilion in two before finally slamming into a far wall, where he lurched to a stop.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A series of violent RUMBLES exploded, as if countless bombs had detonated, shocking everyone present beyond measure.

The ground trembled so violently, like an earthquake, that many staggered, struggling to stay upright. Some even collapsed, utterly petrified.

What is going on!? What in the world is happening!?

Those who, moments ago, were certain Qin Heng would die under Han Jianglong's assault now stared, dumbstruck and incredulous, at Qin Heng.

Their eyes bulged as if they'd seen a ghost!

Just now! Just as Han Jianglong's claw was about to close around Qin Heng's neck, Qin Heng had casually slapped out! He'd actually sent Han Jianglong flying, generating such terrifying force!

Inconceivable! Truly too inconceivable! Wasn't this Qin Heng just an ordinary country bumpkin? Han Jianglong was the King of Mercenaries from Africa, a Hidden Force-level expert! How could a mere student send him flying with a single slap?! It defied all logic!

Everyone was astounded. The strength Qin Heng had displayed far surpassed their wildest imaginations!

Han Jianglong had projected such a domineering aura, his attack so grand and powerful! He clearly possessed formidable strength, capable of crushing an ordinary person effortlessly. Yet, in Qin Heng's hands, he seemed as feeble as an infant! How was this possible?!

Li Qiuting was stunned, her beautiful eyes wide with shock. I originally thought Qin Heng was merely of high status, but I never imagined he possessed such terrifying strength! To casually send a battle-hardened Hidden Force master flying! What level of Martial Artist was he?!

"You! You!?" Han Jianglong roared, struggling to his feet amidst a tangle of steel rebar and concrete debris. His eyes, fixed on Qin Heng, blazed with fury as he yelled, "Half-step Grandmaster! You're actually a Half-step Grandmaster! You deliberately hid your strength to trap me! AGH!"

SPURT!

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, spraying it towards the sky, before collapsing into the rubble, his condition unknown.

「At this moment, on the top floor of Jiuchong Pavilion.」

Inside the VIP room, Wu Cheng watched the live broadcast on a screen, the events unfolding in the main hall below clearly visible.

Beside him were a young man and a young woman. Jingfeng, however, had been ordered to wait outside.

"Young Master Wu, it seems the 'little insect' in your eyes is turning into a venomous snake," the young woman said with a smile. "What do you plan to do?"

"A Half-step Grandmaster... this isn't a simple matter," the young man mused, nodding. "Your previous bodyguard was at this level too."

"That was then," Wu Cheng said, tilting his head slightly to glance at Jingfeng standing outside. He chuckled. "My current bodyguard is a young Grandmaster in the Transcendence Realm! And with enough money, I can even get Qin Heng's own roommate to beat him to a pulp! Besides, he's thrashed the Sixth Captain of Jiuchong Pavilion's security like this. The others definitely won't let it slide. Whether this kid can even make it to this floor is still a question. Among Jiuchong Pavilion's nine security teams, there are three Half-step Grandmasters."

"Young Master Wu is brilliant!" the young woman praised with a nod. "If this kid can't get past Jiuchong Pavilion's security captains, he naturally won't make it here. But if he *does* defeat them all, he'll definitely offend the Daqin Group. Then he's truly doomed!"

"But I don't quite understand, Young Master Wu, why go to such lengths against an ordinary student?" the young man asked, puzzled. "He shouldn't be in any position to threaten you."

"Why?" Wu Cheng chuckled softly, swirling the red wine in his glass. "Does one need a reason to crush an ant?"