Passing through a dim corridor, Zhou Xuan followed Zhao Tianlong slowly to the door of a closed room.
"Sir, please, this is our VIP room!"
Zhao Tianlong, walking ahead, looked at Zhou Xuan with a smile and enthusiastically opened the door for him.
Zhou Xuan chuckled, glanced at the man who thought he had victory in his grasp, and strode into the room without hesitation. After him, Zhao Tianlong and his henchmen also quickly entered the room, then closed the door tightly.
"Young Master Wang, where is the expert you mentioned? Why don't you bring him out for us to see!"
Zhou Xuan paid no attention to their small actions, instead calmly teasing Zhao Tianlong.
"Heh, I don't know if you're genuinely foolish or just pretending to be!"
"You still can't see the situation even now!"
"Experts, we are all experts!"
"Just not experts at gambling, but experts at beating people!"
"Kid, if you're smart, hand over the chips you've won right now!"
"Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"
"I told you long ago to know when to quit, but you didn't listen!"
"Then today, we'll make you understand one thing: money from my Wang family isn't something you can just take!"
Hearing Zhou Xuan's words, Zhao Tianlong sneered and then threatened and intimidated Zhou Xuan.
As if to cooperate with Wang Tianlong's words, the henchmen beside him surrounded Zhou Xuan with ferocious expressions, as if they would teach Zhou Xuan a lesson if he dared to utter a single word of refusal.
Unfortunately, their performance was destined to be futile. Zhou Xuan casually glanced at these scruffy fellows and lost interest.
Such a scene might scare others, but trying to scare him?
Dream on!
"I thought Young Master Wang could come up with something interesting, but it's just this?"
"I know there are two cultivators among you. Come out, both of you!"
"Fighting these shrimp isn't interesting at all!"
Zhou Xuan's cold voice echoed in the room. His words stunned not only Wang Tianlong but also the blonde punk and a tall strong man beside him.
Zhou Xuan was right. There were indeed two cultivators in this room.
Besides the blonde punk from before, there was also the tall strong man.
They just didn't understand how Zhou Xuan knew they were cultivators. Could it be?
"You're also a cultivator?"
"I see now. It was you causing trouble at the gambling table earlier, wasn't it? No wonder my techniques didn't work!"
The blonde punk looked at Zhou Xuan and suddenly shouted.
He finally understood the whole story.
"It seems you're not so hopelessly stupid after all!"
"That big guy, you two come at me together. I also want to see how capable the Wang family's cultivators are!"
Hearing the blonde punk's roar, Zhou Xuan chuckled and pointed at the strong man not far away, inviting them to attack him together.
"Kid, you're arrogant. So what if you're a cultivator?"
"At such a young age, how high can your cultivation be!"
"Since you're looking for death, I'll grant you your wish!"
Seeing Zhou Xuan's incredibly arrogant demeanor, the strong man couldn't hold back. He channeled his true qi and threw a punch at Zhou Xuan's face.
Seeing his companion make a move, the blonde punk immediately disregarded everything else.
True qi surged from his body, and he quickly approached Zhou Xuan. Then, with a flash, he appeared behind Zhou Xuan, and the two launched a pincer attack.
"Heh, so they're just minor cultivators in the Qi Refining stage. I thought there'd be a bigger fish!"
Feeling the aura of the two, Zhou Xuan smiled helplessly and then circulated his Pure Yang True Qi throughout his body.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, the strong man's fist struck Zhou Xuan first. But strangely, Zhou Xuan, who was hit, remained standing without moving an inch.
Instead, the attacking strong man was repelled by some mysterious force and flew backward, crashing into the wall behind him. He tilted his head and lost consciousness.
"True Qi Body Protection, you're a Creation Realm cultivator!"
Feeling Zhou Xuan's powerful true qi pressure, the blonde punk, who had just approached Zhou Xuan's back and was about to launch a sneak attack, let out a horrified cry like he had seen a ghost.
Hearing the blonde punk's shout, Wang Tianlong, who was on the side, was so scared that he slumped to the ground.
Although he had no talent for cultivation, he was well aware of some of the cultivation world's rank divisions, as his grandfather Wang Zekun was a great cultivator.
There was a relatively authoritative division of cultivator ranks in the cultivation world: Qi Refining, Shaping, Creation, Transcendence, and Ascension.
Each major realm was further divided into four minor realms: Early, Mid, Late, and Peak.
Between each minor realm, the difference in strength was as vast as a chasm, let alone when Zhou Xuan was two major realms higher than the blonde punk and the strong man.
But Zhou Xuan, who looked less than twenty years old, how could he possess such terrifying cultivation?
After all, even the top cultivator in their Wang family, his grandfather Wang Zekun, was only at the mid-stage of the Shaping Realm.
In fact, this was already considered a very formidable expert in the cultivation world. According to Wang Tianlong's knowledge, there should be no cultivator stronger than his grandfather in the entire Cangyun City, at most only someone who could match him!
Who would have thought that a young man who was gambling in their Wang family's casino today could possess such terrifying cultivation?
If he had known this earlier, Wang Tianlong would have been willing to give Zhou Xuan this entire casino today!
Offending such an expert would bring trouble to their entire Wang family.
"B-Big brother, I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness!"
"Please spare us!"
"I'll give you whatever you want. Please spare our lives!"
"I have a mother who's thirty years old, and a harem of beauties below. I don't want to die like this!"
Looking at Zhou Xuan, Wang Tianlong fell to his knees with a thud and began banging his head on the ground like he was pounding garlic.
If one didn't know better, they might think he was worshipping his ancestors.
"What?"
"Young Master Wang, weren't you very arrogant just now?"
"Weren't you going to be rude to me?"
"Why are you buckling so quickly? Surrendering so easily?"
Zhou Xuan showed no mercy as he looked at Wang Tianlong kneeling before him.
If he hadn't had some strength today, Zhou Xuan was certain that he would be the one kneeling on the ground right now.
Moreover, he and the Wang family were mortal enemies, so how could he let Wang Tianlong off so easily?
"Now, call your grandfather Wang Zekun and tell him you've been kidnapped by me!"
"If your grandfather doesn't show up within an hour, you're dead!"
After delivering this chilling statement, Zhou Xuan turned and slapped one of Zhao Tianlong's henchmen to the ground, then used him as a stool to sit on, waiting for Wang Tianlong's response.