The Peerless Beauty Stuck With Me

Tian Cheng Yuping's face turned deathly pale, twice in succession...

It was clear that the man before him was far stronger than himself.

"Don't think I don't know what you mean, you've insulted me twice. I'm someone who always seeks revenge for the smallest grievance, and sorry, I'm taking my revenge now." Tang Rao gave Tian Cheng Yuping a cold look.

Then, he suddenly struck.

Slap!

A hefty slap landed, and before Tian Cheng Yuping could be sent flying, Tang Rao's second slap smacked fiercely onto Tian Cheng Yuping's cheek.

It was only then that Tian Cheng Yuping was flung backward, fresh blood spraying from his mouth, splattering through the air.

Of course, Tang Rao had been quite merciful with his hand, and Tian Cheng Yuping had not sustained any fatal injuries. Other than a very swollen face, he was mostly unharmed.

"Anyone else want to try? Of course, if you all want to attack together, I have no objection. To me, the strength of one of you is no different from ten thousand." Tang Rao said indifferently.

What!

One person fighting all of us? Are you joking?

What do you think you are?

Though you can fly, though you dominated Tian Cheng Yuping, you are still just one person.

We have over six or seven thousand people, if we all rush you, even just by sheer weight, we could crush you to death.

"It seems you doubt my words. Fine, I'll give you a chance. You have over six or seven thousand people, right? Come at me all at once. I'll only make one move, and if even one of you is still standing after that, then consider it my loss." Tang Rao said.

"Arrogant!"

"So cocky!"

"Let's do this, who's afraid!"

Tang Rao had clearly provoked everyone, and naturally, each person felt incredibly challenged.

How could they not be agitated? After all, each of them considered themselves the chosen ones.

"But then again, such an event is boring without stakes. If I win, you all obediently accept the arrangements of the Special Ninth Department; of course, if I lose, you can do whatever you want, even choose someone to replace my position as the Chief Instructor of the Special Ninth Department," Tang Rao continued.

What!

Chief Instructor of the Special Ninth Department!

Is he that legendary Chief Instructor of the Special Ninth Department?

Damn, how is he so young!

Tang Rao's identity within the Special Ninth Department was also somewhat confidential, ordinary members simply did not qualify to know. They only knew that the Chief Instructor of the Special Ninth Department was very powerful.

"What? No courage after all? Seems I've overestimated you!" Tang Rao said with disdain.

"Let's take him down together!"

"I want to see how mighty this Chief Instructor really is!"

"Bastard, let's rush him!"

…

All began shouting, their voices thunderous.

In no time at all, everyone formed a large encirclement and, following someone's command, they all charged towards Tang Rao.

Tang Rao chuckled softly, the corners of his mouth curving upwards slightly.

Merely the strongest of the Golden Core Stage, let alone just six or seven thousand people, even sixty or seventy thousand, or six to seven million, would not inflict any harm on me.

Above the Nascent Soul Stage, this method of winning by sheer number has lost all its significance.

A Cultivator in the Distraction Period can kill a dozen in the Nascent Soul Stage with just a thought.

Of course, if you are a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator with strong Divine Sense, that's another story.

"Get out of my way!" As the crowd surged forward, Tang Rao burst out roaring.

As he roared, Spiritual Energy madly dispersed, stirring the atmosphere and causing the space to violently shake.

"Break!" Tang Rao growled, and the next moment, a massive pressure swept out, striking at the hearts of everyone.

In just an instant, six or seven thousand people fell to the ground like cut wheat, each with pale faces and expressions of pain.

"Tch!" Seeing everyone on the ground, Tang Rao waved his hand, dispersing the force.

"It was just a shout. I haven't even made a move yet, and you all are already so pathetic," Tang Rao said with disdain.

Everyone looked at Tang Rao with faces full of terror, their eyes filled with immense fear.

"Looks like, there's not a single person left standing. It seems you've lost. Since you've lost, you'd better listen well, and don't cause me trouble again, understand?" Tang Rao said with a smile.

No one objected, nor dared to object. Tang Rao's power had completely exceeded their imagination. They had never thought that the power of a roar could be so fierce.

Seven thousand people, all knocked down and injured.

Because he wanted to give these people a warning, Tang Rao did not hold back much.

"What's going on?!" Just as Tang Rao was about to finish and let Han Wanli take over, a fierce shout suddenly came from the training ground.

Tang Rao's brows slightly furrowed. Although he had not seen the person yet, he already disliked the sound of his voice.

It was annoying to listen to.

"Who did all this?" At that moment, a figure appeared; a middle-aged man who looked slightly overweight, in his forties or fifties, with his hands behind his back, carrying the air of an official.

Two people who looked like guards followed beside the man, also appearing very arrogant.

"These are all geniuses from various countries, the hope of Blue Star's defense. Who allowed you to act against them!" The middle-aged man pointed at the nearby guards, thinking it was they who had acted.

Thousands of guards all looked sullen. If we could beat these people to the point of vomiting blood, would they still be able to act so arrogantly?

"Who are you?" Tang Rao looked at the middle-aged man with displeasure.

Coming over and grumbling without asking for reasons, he hated these kinds of annoying people the most.

The middle-aged man looked at Tang Rao, his expression slightly stunned as he clearly recognized Tang Rao.

"Are you Tang Rao?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Yes, I am," Tang Rao nodded.

"What happened to these people? Was it your order to injure them?" the middle-aged man continued to ask.

"I injured them. What about it?" Tang Rao said indifferently.

"It's utter nonsense, do you know what you're doing! Let me tell you, don't think that just because you are the Chief Instructor of the Special Ninth Department you can do whatever you want, misbehave! So young and without a bit of restraint, still a Chief Instructor. It seems it's time for you to step down from this position," the middle-aged man pointed at Tang Rao, saying coldly.

Tang Rao was annoyed, "Damn, you fatso, you really think you're something!"

"Who are you?" Tang Rao asked, rolling his eyes. It was his first time encountering someone so arrogant at the Special Ninth Department.

"Liu Yanhe, Deputy Head of the Special Ninth Department!" The middle-aged man declared boastfully.

Honestly, Tang Rao didn't even know the Special Ninth Department had a Deputy Head, probably appointed later, but it had nothing to do with him.

"You really want to remove me from being the Chief Instructor?" Tang Rao asked with a smile.

"You're too young, not suitable for this position," Liu Yanhe said.

"Fine, if you want me to step down, bring a dismissal paper or call our Head here. As long as he says for me to leave, I, Tang Rao, guarantee not to utter a word," Tang Rao shrugged nonchalantly.

"I'm the Deputy Head, and you're just a Chief Instructor, I have the right to tell you to get lost!" Liu Yanhe shouted, "And calling the Head here, who do you think you are!"