Disciple, you are invincible, go down the mountain and harm your fiancée.

Everyone present looked at Li Daofeng, and countless identities came to mind for him, but the one they could accept the most was that Li Daofeng was a monster from a reclusive family.

Only by being identified as a reclusive family can they feel more at ease and avoid feeling incompetent.

Under the speculative gazes of the crowd, Li Daofeng made his move, walking step by step toward Old Man Yang who was lying on the ground.

"With such limited skills, you dare to be so arrogant. Your abilities are far from what you're capable of for your age. Even your verbal skills are better than your actual abilities."

"You...you...you brat, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated! If you have the guts, kill me! Don't insult me ​​here!"

Old Yang's face was gloomy, and he glared at Li Daofeng through gritted teeth, wishing he could devour him.

"Insulting you? Is that really insulting you? What do you think you have that's worthy of my insult? If I were to insult you, I'd be giving you too much credit!"

"You...you! You little beast, I didn't kill you today because I'm no match for you. If you want to kill me, just kill me. Why the hell are you talking so much nonsense? But I'm warning you, if you kill me, you'll have endless trouble. Do you dare?"

Old Yang looked at Li Daofeng with a sinister gaze, but he showed no fear. He said these words because he thought Li Daofeng would not dare to kill him.

But he was wrong! Li Daofeng would never be threatened by anyone. For those who wanted to die, he didn't care about their background or what was behind them. He would just kill them, and what could they do about it?

If you have people behind you, then bring it on. We'll kill them all together then.

Li Daofeng looked at him with a sneer and said coldly, "So what! Then let's see if I dare to kill you! You want to die, right? Then I'll grant your wish."

As soon as Li Daofeng finished speaking, the Yin-Yang Sword that had been hovering in front of him appeared directly in his hand, ready to slash at Elder Yang.

Upon seeing the sword imbued with powerful sword energy, Li Daofeng, who had just been so arrogant and threatening him, suddenly changed his expression and began to tremble with fear.

His earlier stubbornness vanished instantly, and he trembled violently. He hadn't expected Li Daofeng to actually dare to kill him.

In a panic, he no longer cared about saving face and shouted, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I was wrong! Please spare me, Young Master Li! My old eyes are failing, I was ignorant and offended you, sir! Please, Young Master Li, spare me!"

Old Yang lay on the ground, shamelessly begging for mercy.

This restaurant was completely different from the stubborn Old Yang from before, leaving everyone present dumbfounded.

Some people understood, while others showed disdain, and some even spat at him.

"Shameless! Shameless old bastard, you're so afraid of dying that you've lost all sense of shame."

"Exactly, they're all so old, they've really lost all sense of shame! What's the point of living like that?"

"Who says otherwise! As the saying goes, people need face, and trees need bark! A tree will die without bark, and a person can live without face, but without face, what's the point of living?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, so it's not just us who are afraid of death, even the most powerful and aloof people can die!"

Despite the mockery, Old Yang didn't care at all, acting as if he hadn't heard it. He continued to plead with Li Daofeng, hoping that Li Daofeng would release him and not kill him.

Li Daofeng looked at him and felt a wave of disgust wash over him. He had seen far too many people like this, but every time he did, he felt utterly disgusted!

When these people are in power, they are incredibly arrogant and look down on you, calling you a little beast or a bastard, as if they want to kill you or crush you to death.

But when they realize that their lives are in danger, when they realize that they are about to lose their lives, these people become more cowardly than anyone else, and more afraid of death than anyone else.

Those who usually act arrogantly and claim to be fearless are actually more afraid of death than anyone else when real danger comes.

Old Yang is a typical example of this kind of person. Just now he kept shouting that he was not afraid of death, and so on, but when death really came, you would find that the first person to kneel on the ground begging for mercy and wetting his pants in fear was the same group of people who had shouted that they were not afraid of death.

Don't you think what you're doing is disgusting?

"If you could still be as tough as before, I would still think you are at least a hero. But now, in my eyes, you are no different from a dog."

"Even a dog might be braver than you."

Li Daofeng showed no respect whatsoever, looking at Old Yang with disdain.

Just then, a streak of light flashed by, and a handsome young man landed on the ground, holding a folding fan in his hand. He was elegant and dashing.

Li Daofeng glanced at it. He felt an urge to utter a curse.

Damn it, he'd seen handsome men before, and he even considered himself one, but he'd never seen a man so nonchalant.

Damn, he's unbelievably handsome. This young master is so good-looking that some men feel their breathing becomes unsteady just looking at him.

Fortunately, most of the men were normal, so there was no chaos. Otherwise, Li Daofeng would have been really scared of a group of men drooling over another man.

If that scene were to occur, he was genuinely afraid he wouldn't be able to bear the nausea and would die.

Even though all the men present were heterosexual, everyone still stared wide-eyed at the young master who had just arrived.

The look in his eyes was no less intense than a man's gaze upon a beautiful woman. From this alone, it was clear that this man was no ordinary person; his identity was definitely not simple.

"Young Master Yu, save me... Young Master Yu, please see me! Young Master Yu, save my life!"

Old Yang, who had just knelt on the ground begging for mercy, cried out loudly as if grasping at a straw.

The young master, who had landed on the ground, looked at Old Yang, then at Li Daofeng, a cold glint flashing across his face.

"Stop! Let him go!"

Li Daofeng glanced at him sideways and said disdainfully, "Are you talking to me?"

The young master said calmly, "I'm talking to you!"

Li Daofeng scoffed: "Talk to me? You want me to release him?"

The young master nodded: "Let him go! I can spare you this time."

Li Daofeng sneered, then looked at the young master. A flash of light appeared from his Yin-Yang Sword, and Old Yang screamed as his head flew off.

Li Daofeng sheathed the Yin-Yang Sword, then turned to the young master and said, "What are you...?"