"Arrogant to the extreme!"
From a distant table, Qiao Wangnian also stood up, glaring at Ye Kunlun. "Ye Kunlun, a few days ago you laid hands on my son over a disagreement. We'll settle that score today as well!"
As Qiao Wangnian stood, a sparse-haired old man behind him stepped forward.
Qian Dongchao, sitting at the same table, frowned slightly at this turn of events and said, "Old Qiao, this matter..."
"Old Qian, he struck my son. This debt must be settled," Qiao Wangnian interrupted Qian Dongchao. "If it were someone else who harmed your daughter..."
"I would kill him!"
Qian Dongchao blurted out without a second thought, his gaze carrying a hint of complexity, lost in his own thoughts.
Then, he continued, "Old Qiao, Ye Kunlun is my daughter's savior. Could you do me a favor?"
Qiao Wangnian ignored him.
Qian Dongchao felt a headache coming on and sighed, "Alas, if that's the case, then my Qian family can't afford to disregard our relationships with everyone here. It can't be helped...
I only have that one precious daughter. If she knew I didn't help her savior, she'd never let me off the hook."
Qian Dongchao was not only the richest man in the capital but also the richest man in Huaxia.
His words stunned everyone present.
After all, the enemies Ye Kunlun had made were all formidable, and anyone who helped him now was inviting trouble.
Especially a businessman like Qian Dongchao, who was known for prioritizing profit; it was entirely out of character for him to speak up for Ye Kunlun.
However, everyone in the capital knew that Qian Dongchao was famously doting on his daughter.
He indulged his daughter, Qian Rou Rou, in every whim!
"Old Qian, have you thought this through!" Qiao Wangnian asked Qian Dongchao with a displeased expression.
Qian Dongchao chuckled, "What is there to think about? I, Qian Dongchao, always stand by my word!"
"However, I must remind everyone that if you have any business dealings with my Qian family, you'd best consider it carefully."
After Qian Dongchao said this, those who had been contemplating kicking Ye Kunlun while he was down immediately abandoned their intentions.
The Qian family was the wealthiest, involved in countless industries. Cutting ties with them would undoubtedly be a severe blow to many present.
Ye Kunlun glanced calmly at Qian Dongchao. Qian Dongchao offered him a slight smile, acknowledging him.
Ye Kunlun could see a striking resemblance to Qian Rou Rou in Qian Dongchao's features.
He hadn't expected Qian Dongchao to be as genuine as his daughter.
He had a good impression of this father and daughter pair.
"Arrogant!!"
Ma Guotao roared. Knowing that any further delay could lead to complications, he wanted to quickly deal with Ye Kunlun.
"Left and Right Envoys, capture him for me!"
With Ma Guotao's command, the Left and Right Envoys no longer hesitated. They moved directly towards Ye Kunlun, their terrifying auras instantly pressing down on him.
"Tang Zhuo Zhuo, pour me a cup of tea."
Ye Kunlun, facing the two attackers, calmly instructed Tang Zhuo Zhuo.
"Alright!"
Seeing Ye Kunlun's unhurried demeanor, Tang Zhuo Zhuo naturally felt reassured and took the teapot to pour tea for him.
The Left and Right Envoys moved with extreme speed, their attack on Ye Kunlun happening in an instant.
However, they felt as if they had fallen into a swamp, their movements becoming incredibly slow.
Shock appeared in their eyes. They exchanged a glance, intending to retreat, only to find themselves similarly stuck in the mire when they tried to move backward.
At this moment, Tang Zhuo Zhuo had finished pouring tea for Ye Kunlun.
"I'll offer the two of you a toast!"
Ye Kunlun raised his teacup and directly splashed the tea towards them.
The originally clear yellow tea, upon leaving the cup, transformed into countless streams of water, shooting towards the two men.
*Swish—*
Dozens of water jets penetrated their bodies.
The two men were like kites with severed strings, sent flying backward. Their bodies were riddled as if pierced by countless needles, blood spurting out.
In the blink of an eye, they fell heavily to the ground, dead.
In just one exchange, Ye Kunlun, with a cup of tea, had dispatched two Qi Awakening realm powerhouses from the Supreme Alliance's capital branch.
Mo Rufeng, who was about to make a move, flinched in fright.
Ye Kunlun glanced at him sideways. "Sect Leader Mo, I have half a cup of tea left. I'll offer it to you!"
Mo Rufeng faced him as if confronting a formidable enemy, unleashing a punch from a distance. Lightning flickered within his fist's force.
Everyone at the table, at such close proximity, felt the terrifying power of lightning within Mo Rufeng's punch.
The tea in Ye Kunlun's cup was directly splashed out.
*Boom—*
The tea coalesced into a mass. Within the tea, a crackling sound of lightning resounded, reflecting the flowing liquid in an extraordinary manner.
Mo Rufeng cultivated lightning arts, and no one understood the power of Ye Kunlun's tea better than he did.
It had directly infused his "Palm Lightning" into the tea!
"It was you! It was you that day!"
Mo Rufeng exclaimed.
On that day, during his fight with Huang Jiuxian, his lightning power had inexplicably strengthened and then vanished.
Now, he realized, it must have been Ye Kunlun interfering with his "Startling Thunder Art"!
"Oh, it was me!"
Ye Kunlun replied indifferently, the tea meeting Mo Rufeng's fist.
The tea directly engulfed Mo Rufeng's fist, which was filled with lightning power.
"Ah!!"
Mo Rufeng let out a piercing scream. Within the tea's embrace, his fist turned black and scorched, likely ruined forever.
In total, no more than three or four seconds passed, and Ye Kunlun had dealt with the Left and Right Envoys and Mo Rufeng!
Feng Zhan, the other three, and the sparse-haired old man behind Qiao Wangnian inhaled sharply.
Ye Kunlun's might seemed to have surpassed their imagination.
The strength of the branch's Left and Right Envoys was not to be underestimated; even they might not have been able to contend with them.
In the blink of an eye, they were dealt with by Ye Kunlun's half cup of tea, and then his other half cup incapacitated Mo Rufeng's fist!
With such strength, it was unlikely anyone in the capital, apart from the Mountain River Pavilion and those old monsters who had been dormant for many years, could be Ye Kunlun's match.
Mo Rufeng's face turned pale as he quickly began to heal himself.
Ye Kunlun's gaze fell on Feng Zhan. "Feng Zhan, is it? You wanted to avenge Zhou Lie, didn't you? I'll give you the chance!"
Ye Kunlun set down his teacup. Tang Zhuo Zhuo's eyes sparkled with admiration; Ye Kunlun had provided her with an almost unbelievable surprise and shock. Naturally, she refilled his cup.
"Ye Kunlun, I admit your strength is immense, but do you think there's no one in the capital who can suppress you?"
Feng Zhan watched Ye Kunlun cautiously, showing no intention of admitting defeat.
Beside him, Huang Huahu's heart pounded wildly. He knew Feng Zhan's plan and that Feng Zhan had invited experts from the Wuxiang Palace.
"You truly won't shed a tear until you see the coffin!"
Ye Kunlun's gaze turned cold as he picked up his teacup and took a sip.
"Do you think relying on that old hag who's half in the grave can avenge Zhou Lie?"
As Ye Kunlun spoke, his gaze shifted towards the corner behind Feng Zhan's left.
Upon hearing this, Feng Zhan's expression changed again.
Ye Kunlun had sensed his contingency plan?