Invincible Martial King

"Even my henchmen were sitting on the same floor, so why would your beautiful follower sit on the second floor in peace?" Wang Po stepped forward and sneered.    

"That's right."    

"That's right."    

"According to the rules, you should just obediently scram."    

Seeing Wang Po stepping forward, the people who were already dissatisfied with Lu Chen earlier all opened their mouths one after another, with a strong sense of denunciation. Instantly, the atmosphere became tense.    

Miao Yiyi glanced at him and remained expressionless, as if she was too lazy to bother with this matter.    

Seeing that Miao Yiyi did not say anything, Wang Po got even more excited and laughed, "Did you see that? Everyone thinks you're not doing well. "    

"Be smart, let a subordinate like you scram, otherwise, I'll teach these people that have no rules or regulations a lesson for Third Prince."    

"How dare you!"    

Hua Rong slammed the table and stood up.    

Lu Chen was a bit surprised. He just happened to say a few words to this guy, and he actually stood up for him? This person was rather interesting.    

He decided to remain silent and continue to watch the situation unfold.    

"Why would I not dare?"    

"If you are determined to protect your little follower, then let me learn two moves from you." As he spoke, soul power surged out from the front of Wang Po. In an instant, the entire atmosphere of the second floor became extremely solemn.    

"Wait."    

"Hua Lian, let him down."    

"Third Prince is about to come. If you offend him because of a small matter, you can't afford to wait." At this critical moment, Miao Yiyi, who had been maintaining her silence, suddenly spoke.    

"What's there to be afraid of?"    

"Can he punish me?"    

"Today, I want this little brother to sit here. If you have the ability, try touching even a hair on his head." Hua Lian's temper flared as she sneered.    

"You really have to change your temper."    

"Wang Po, go easy on him, don't hurt him." Miao Yiyi reminded him indifferently.    

"Don't worry."    

Wang Po nodded and grinned. He took a step forward, and in the blink of an eye, he was directly in front of Hua Lian.    

It was clearly a slow palm, but its true speed was as fast as lightning. It quickly arrived in front of Hua Lian.    

"Hmph, I'm afraid you won't succeed."    

"I wanted to compete with you when I was outside."    

Seeing this, Hua Rong did not retreat. Instead, she clenched her five fingers into a fist and viciously punched forward.    

"Bam!"    

The fist and the palm collided violently, producing a deep sound. Hua Lian took two steps back, while Wang Po remained immobile. It was clear how strong he was.    

"Too weak."    

"You're not my opponent."    

Wang Po slowly withdrew his palm and said lightly: "Now, take your follower and get lost, I can let you go."    

"F * ck off."    

Hua Lian started to curse as the soul power in her body burst forth. Her fists that looked like they were made by a silver Immortal Gold, abruptly smashed towards the opponent's chest with an aura that could topple mountains and overturn the seas.    

"Hu!"    

His fist was powerful and heavy. Wherever it passed, astral winds whistled, emitting a sharp, ear-piercing sound. Fortunately, there was plenty of space within the Myriad Flowers Tavern, which was enough for two people to exchange blows with each other.    

"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish."    

Seeing this, the corner of Wang Po's mouth curled into a smile. He had wanted to attack when they were outside, but he restrained himself on the spot. Now that he had an excuse, he naturally wanted to teach Hua Lian a lesson.    

The two of them had quite a few grudges, they had long wanted to settle them properly. As long as there was an opportunity to make the beauty look bad, he naturally wouldn't be the slightest bit lenient. As for finding trouble with Lu Chen, it was just an excuse to deal with the beauty.    

Faced with the beautiful fist's edge, Hua Rong sneered, and her palms slapped out like flood dragons, forming a string of robust palm strikes that practically tore apart the opponent's attack in an instant, and blasted towards the former with a lightning speed.    

"Tiger Fist!"    

Hua Rong felt a strong sense of danger and her two fists shook intensely. Streams of tiger-shaped Fist Shadow appeared in the air, rolling and clashing violently with each other.    

"Bang, bang …"    

In the face of this frightening energy shock, the entire second floor started to shake a little, and even the first and third floors were slightly affected. But fortunately, the Myriad Flowers Tavern was supported by an extremely strong formation, so even though the energy of the two was terrifying, it was not enough to destroy the buildings inside.    

It was precisely because of this that Third Prince chose Myriad Flowers Tavern as the location of Autumn Meeting.    

In the air, the two figures clashed back and forth. In just a few seconds, they had exchanged hundreds of thousands of blows.    

Regardless of whether it was Wang Po or Hua Lian, both of them were experts in the Seventh Layer Of Sect Master of the martial way, and they had immersed themselves in this realm for a lot of time, displaying their strength. Whether it was their combat skills or their grasp of their soul power, none of them were on par with those who entered or left the Seventh Layer Of Sect Master.    

Especially Wang Po, the aura coming from his body was a lot stronger than Hua Rong's. It seemed that he had reached the level of perfection in the Seventh Layer Of Sect Master of the martial way, and the energy fluctuations he released even with his looks were barely enough to defend himself.    

With the advancement of his realm, even if it was a practitioner of the same realm, the difference of half a cultivation level was still a huge gap.    

Under Wang Po's overwhelming suppression, the beautiful figure was forced back.    

"This bastard really broke through."    

"I wonder what kind of luck this is."    

Under such a high-intensity battle, Hua Lian only felt that the consumption of her energy was enormous, and she felt a sense of weakness. He did not expect Wang Po to have truly broken through a small realm and was truly at the level of perfection in the Seventh Layer Of Sect Master of the martial way.    

"Still not giving up?"    

"Then lie down obediently."    

Seeing that Hua Mu was still struggling to hold on, Wang Po increased his attack power. Violent energy fluctuations formed shadows of mountain peaks one after another, pressing down on Hua Li's body.    

Under such terrifying pressure, even if Hua Lian were to fight him with all her might, she would not have the slightest leeway to escape.    

"Bam!"    

With a dull boom, Hua Lian's face was crushed to the ground.    

The battle between the two seemed like a long time, but in reality, it had only happened in a split-second. By the time the crowd had reacted, Hua Lian's face had already been completely suppressed.    

"Are you still stubborn?" Wang Po stepped forward and looked down at Hua Lian as he sneered.    

"If you have the ability, wait for me to break through before you fight."    

If they were at the same level, it was not certain who would win and who would lose!    

"Hur hur."    

"Even if they were at the same level, you still wouldn't be a match for me."    

"Now shut up."    

Wang Po glanced at him coldly. Then, his gaze landed on Lu Chen, who was still sitting on the chair, and said indifferently, "Do you need me to throw you down or do you want me to obediently climb down the stairs?"