"If you offend me, you won't even know how you died. You should be well aware of what happened to those police officers," he said. "If you dare to be arrogant, that will be your example."

Though it appeared he was speaking to Ling Zhenfei, he was actually addressing You Feng with a very clear purpose: to remind You Feng that his godfather was Wu Yingxiong and that if You Feng dared to hand him over, Wu Yingxiong would not let him go.

Tang Sen was indeed clever. With just one sentence, he had completely dispelled You Feng's doubts. He shouted at Ling Zhenfei, "Kid, did you hear that? I will absolutely not hand the person over to you. If you know what's good for you, just leave quickly."

Ling Zhenfei was taken aback and before he could speak, Tang Sen spoke again, "We can't let him go. This guy will be a constant threat if he leaves. Let's all jump him and kill him. There will be a substantial reward."

Upon hearing Tang Sen's words, You Feng felt they made sense and shouted at Ling Zhenfei, "Kid, since that's the case, don't go. Creating trouble in our casino isn't something you can just walk away from."

After You Feng finished speaking, Ling Zhenfei was immediately surrounded by people, each menacingly wielding a weapon.

Ling Zhenfei laughed after seeing this, "How interesting! Have you forgotten how you were just beaten?"

Hearing Ling Zhenfei say this, those who were menacing just moments ago notably faltered. For them, Ling Zhenfei was simply too terrifying; they hadn't even seen what was coming before they were beaten down.

Then Tang Sen was heard yelling at those people, "What are you afraid of? They all have one head and two hands. Are we so many, yet still afraid of him alone? Let's go together, capture this kid, and I'll reward one million."

As the saying goes, great rewards bring out brave men. As soon as Tang Sen finished speaking, everyone exchanged glances and then, suddenly sharing a look, a group of people charged at Ling Zhenfei together.

They swung sticks at Ling Zhenfei, who, of course, wouldn't let them. Moving swiftly, he sent one flying with a punch and another with a kick.

Two people were flung backwards, crashing into others rushing from behind, knocking down two more.

A group of people attacked Ling Zhenfei from all sides. Using his Blooming Step Technique, his steps unfathomable, Ling Zhenfei was uncatchable even by the tips of his clothes.

Ling Zhenfei spun around and launched attacks at those around him. Those people were no match for him and were sent flying with each punch he landed.

In no time, those people were lying on the ground again. This time, Ling Zhenfei used more Northern Spiritual Energy than before; previously, he was just teaching them a lesson.

Now it was different, they attacked him out of greed. For such greedy people, Ling Zhenfei of course wouldn't coddle them. Since they were greedy for money, they should be ready to get hurt.

"Kid, you really have some skills. So many people here and none could test your true strength," said Yang Ao, who was standing there with his hands behind his back, watching him.

Ling Zhenfei knew that Yang Ao was a powerful opponent, but he had yet to determine his exact strength.

From Yang Ao's words, it seemed that sending these men to fight was to test Ling Zhenfei's strength, but unfortunately, these men were too weak to have any effect on Ling Zhenfei.

"I think the only one among you who still can exchange a few blows with me is you, but I assure you, you won't last many moves," Ling Zhenfei said with authority to Yang Ao.

Yang Ao was startled and a flash of anger appeared on his face. "Kid, you truly boast without shame."

Ling Zhenfei saw that Yang Ao was angry, and that meant his goal had been reached. When masters confront each other, mindset is extremely important. If the mindset collapses, vulnerabilities are inevitable when they engage."

Ling Zhenfei just wanted to catch Yang Ao's flaw, and now it seems this strategy was very successful.

Ling Zhenfei saw the aura on Yang Ao's body climbing, the Northern Spiritual Energy on his body was slowly increasing, even after reaching the Late Stage of Mingmu Realm, it surprisingly ascended to the Zhiyi state.

Even after reaching the Zhiyi state, it still climbed, astonishingly reaching the Late Stage of Zhiyi.

This truly shocked Ling Zhenfei. How could the Late Stage of Zhiyi be so strong? This old man, in his fifties or sixties, actually possessed the Late Stage of Zhiyi cultivation, which was simply incredible.

Previously, those Ling Zhenfei had met, even if they were in their seventies or eighties, did not possess such strong power. If it wasn't for Yang Ao's exceptional talent, then he must have consumed some miraculous natural treasure.

"How about it, kid, are you regretting those words you said earlier now? Did my strength take you by surprise?"

Possibly seeing the surprised expression on Ling Zhenfei's face, Yang Ao said confidently. In his view, given Ling Zhenfei's age, even if he was extremely talented, he could at most be at the Late Stage of Mingmu Realm.

In this world, where Northern Spiritual Energy is scarce, even reaching the Late Stage of Mingmu Realm was already the dream of countless cultivators. Yet, there is a distinct difference between the Mingmu Late Stage and the Zhiyi state.

It is a change on the spiritual level, akin to a qualitative transformation. Even seven or eight Mingmu Realm cultivators could not defeat a single person in the Late Stage of Zhiyi. That's the difference.

Ling Zhenfei coldly smiled, "Don't speak too confidently, it's really not certain who will win and who will lose.

As Ling Zhenfei spoke, the Northern Spiritual Energy around him was also increasing, but it stopped when it reached the Zhiyi state. In fact, Ling Zhenfei's power was about to reach the Fifth Level of the Zhiyi Realm.

Though the difference between the Fifth Level of the Zhiyi Realm and the Late Stage of Zhiyi Realm is only one or two levels, the gap to cultivators is tremendous. Each minor level of cultivation is entirely different.

However, Ling Zhenfei possessed Divine Skills like Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists and Sky Piercing Finger. As long as he put them into use, he would not lose to someone in the Late Stage of Zhiyi. Therefore, Ling Zhenfei was confident.

If another cultivator was in the Initial Stage of Zhiyi and his opponent in the Late Stage of Zhiyi, they would have been scared stiff, lacking the courage to fight.

"Kid, you've got some skills. Reaching the Zhiyi state at such a young age indicates that your cultivation is indeed notable." Yang Ao's eyes were filled with surprise; clearly, he had not expected Ling Zhenfei to have reached the Zhiyi state.

Ling Zhenfei smiled slightly: "Thank you for the compliment, but there's no need for more words. We are opponents now and sooner or later need to determine the winner."

Yang Ao sneered, "The gap in our strength is too large. Do you think it's necessary to make a move?"

Ling Zhenfei said, "Without making a move, who can tell whether you are my match or not?"

"Kid, you're courting death." Ling Zhenfei's words once again infuriated Yang Ao, who let out a strange cry and charged toward Ling Zhenfei.

Yang Ao was skinny, but his charge was very fast, even creating a sense of afterimages.

Being in the Late Stage of Zhiyi, among the cultivators Ling Zhenfei had encountered, Yang Ao was already one of the top experts. Hence, Ling Zhenfei dared not underestimate him, slightly concentrating Northern Spiritual Energy in his hands while employing the Blooming Step Technique with his feet.

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