Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

Wu Fan saw the man in black robe make a move and went straight to meet him, while Anu also rushed towards a burly man.

Meanwhile, the little boy Duan Xiaowu went straight for Zhu Bufan, with an air that today he was determined to take down his life.

The other burly men with the gaunt old man directly faced Mi Tao's brought along youths and the three people who came with Wu Fan, including Xiao Ying.

Soon they started grappling together.

The scene was utter chaos! The entire Emperor Hotel was filled with the sounds of "clang, thud, and kill".

This brawl was not like those street gang fights, where you slash me with a knife, and I hit you with a stick.

The gaunt old man went straight to Mi Tao.

He did not rush to start fighting but stood with his hands behind his back:

"Mi Tao, today I must take your life," declared the old man.

Mi Tao steadied his mind and said, "If not for you, Old Immortal Duan, Mi Tao and Jasmine Zara wouldn't have ended up like this. Today, I must ensure you stay here forever, for the sake of my Jasmine."

Looking at the old man, Mi Tao recalled the image of his wife.

Her golden curly hair, her fair face, her high-bridged nose, her deep blue eyes, all so tender when she smiled. Waves of memories flooded Mi Tao's heart.

And thinking of his daughter who lost her mother's love at a young age, Mi Tao felt overwhelming sorrow and heartache.

Instantly, a killing intent filled his eyes.

"How presumptuous!" the gaunt old man shouted and then with a lift of his hand, he leaped towards Mi Tao to make a move.

He threw out a punch.

This punch seemed to lack strength, but those with formidable power could tell that the punch contained a tyrannical principle, with enough force to tear apart a large water buffalo.

Mi Tao's eyes narrowed slightly.

Seeing that punch about to strike, he too raised his hand and threw out a punch.

This punch was the same as before, carrying the essence of a Tiger-Headed Fist.

"Boom..." There was a loud crash.

Dust flew around them, and seven or eight tables nearby were completely shattered by the residual force of their clashing fists.

It was clear to see how extremely tyrannical the attacks of these two were.

Those who paid attention would realize that the gaunt old man's punch did not carry Demonic Qi! It was just extremely tyrannical.

In contrast, on the other side, the fight between the man in the black robe and Wu Fan carried waves of Demonic Qi, swirling around them.

"Wu Fan, it was you who destroyed my base last time. This grudge is something I, Black Robe, think about day and night. Today, I will make you pay a painful price," said the man in black with a Demon Sound that could disturb people's minds.

Thus, as he approached, he unleashed his Demon Sound.

But this Demon Sound apparently had no effect on an expert like Wu Fan.

"Ha-ha, Black Robe, you were fortunate to escape last time, but it seems you won't be so lucky this time. You mentioned I destroyed your Demonized Base, and it was well done, but letting you go was my regret," Wu Fan clapped his hands and said.

"Humph! Wu Fan, you have opposed me for many years. Today, let's settle our scores," Black Robe snorted coldly.

He made his move immediately.

He raised his hand and struck with a Demonic Palm towards Wu Fan's Heavenly Spirit.

His move was a lethal attack aimed directly at taking a life.

Wu Fan was neither afraid nor did he dodge; he met it head-on with a punch.

"Ready..." With a shout,

both men took a step back.

Then, without any delay, they dug their heels in and dashed forward, clashing in combat.

The entire third floor of the Emperor Hotel burst into utter chaos.

It seemed as if the hotel itself was quaking from the battle raging within.

Many people lost their young lives amidst the fray, like soldiers fully geared up but blown to bits by bombs before the fight even began.

There were casualties on both sides now and then.

At this time, Duan Xiaowu strolled unhurriedly toward Zhu Bufan.

He was calm and collected, with a face full of taunting and disdain.

You can imagine what it's like, a seven- or eight-year-old's face filled with killing intent, mockery, and contempt, hands behind his back, strutting towards Zhu Bufan; it's just one word: hilarious!

The little boy Duan Xiaowu stopped about a meter away from Zhu Bufan, looking down on him with contempt and killing intent, and said:

"Kid, today, I, Master Duan, am determined to take your life."

Zhu Bufan cursed inwardly: "Damn it, just a snot-nosed brat calling me 'kid'? Are you some centuries-old monster reborn as a child? And this 'I, Master Duan, will take your life'—what the heck, do you really think you're some sort of prince?"

He'd promised to protect his wife, so naturally, Zhu Bufan kept Mi Cai behind him, watching the bratty kid with vigilance.

"Let's get started, kid! After I kill you, I'll take care of your woman!" Duan Xiaowu said, sniffling.

At this moment, it was hard not to notice the kid was actually still sniffling. Unbelievable.

Are you the Red Boy sent by Guanyin? Wearing a red bellyband and calling yourself 'Grandpa Red'?

Zhu Bufan paid no attention to the brat and turned to Mi Cai behind him, saying:

"Hey, wife, this brat says he's going to take you, what do you think?"

Mi Cai had never seen such a chaotic battle. Her heart was in her throat, trembling all over. The only fight she had witnessed was on Iron Coffin Mountain, when only a few people such as Wu Fan and Zhu Bufan had surrounded the man in the black cloak; she had never witnessed so many people fighting at once.

"Wife, wife!" Zhu Bufan yelled twice.

"Ah..." Mi Cai snapped out of her trembling.

Finally, she clearly heard Zhu Bufan's shouts and blushed all at once.

"What are you yelling about!" Mi Cai said a bit angrily.

"I'm calling you my wife!" Zhu Bufan replied.

"You... Don't just call me that, I'm not your wife," Mi Cai said, her lips curling slightly, clearly upset. But there was a trace of pleasure in that irritation.

Zhu Bufan shook his head, thinking how women truly are the most incomprehensible beings in the world! Just now she was shivering with fear, and now just because he called her 'wife', she's not scared and even gets angry at him.

"Kid, let my wife move aside, I'm ready to kill you," the little boy frowned, clearly dissatisfied with Zhu Bufan's behavior.

"Damn it! Is this brat really such a jokester?"

"Hey! Brat, do you even have a dick? And talking about your wife. Are you a silly clown sent by Guanyin to amuse us?" Zhu Bufan blurted out something unexpectedly.

"Pfft." Standing behind Zhu Bufan, Mi Cai suddenly burst out laughing.

"Ah... My wife has such a lovely laugh." Seeing Mi Cai laugh, the little boy Duan Xiaowu stared at her dumbfounded, like an infatuated fool.

"Damn it, this little brat dares to flirt with my wife, I'm going to teach him a good lesson."

And in that moment of infatuation, Zhu Bufan struck immediately.