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Hu Han was initially worried that his senior brother might be a match for Ye Tian, but after witnessing his senior brother's display of skill, he felt reassured.
It is important to note that the Heroes' Gathering Tavern is not an ordinary Tavern, and the Three-Story Pavilion is far from a dilapidated straw hut. A single roar shook the roof, demonstrating a level of power that ordinary people could not withstand.
"At least a Four-Stage Martial Artist," Lin Qingshan whispered to Ye Tian.
Ye Tian nodded slightly, his expression relaxed and natural. A Four-Stage Martial Artist was nothing to him.
Thud, thud, thud...
The sound of footsteps ascending the stairs was heavy, sending shivers down one's spine; the newcomer was certainly not a good person.
Of course, this was just the thought of the Waiter. The others remained unfazed.
Inside the elegant room across the way, several burly men displayed looks of disdain, indicating they had some knowledge of Hu Han's senior brother; perhaps they were even enemies.
Moments later, a man resembling an Iron Tower appeared on the second floor. He stood nine feet tall, with dark skin and a square face, and his enormous eyes were a striking red.
Ye Tian's first reaction was that this man might possess the Blood Exchange and Marrow Transformation Technique, but he quickly dismissed that thought. Any Martial Practitioner with such a technique would inevitably reveal their true form when using their power, which was uncontrollable. However, from the earlier roar infused with elemental martial force, Ye Tian did not sense any beastly aura.
The Iron Tower Man wore an angry expression; while Hu Han looked fierce enough, he seemed like a docile little sheep in comparison.
No, more like a piglet.
"Senior brother, you finally made it," Hu Han greeted him with a cheeky grin, seemingly unafraid.
Iron Tower Man let out a cold snort, feeling quite displeased with his troublesome junior brother. However, there was nothing he could do; despite the trouble, the junior had a way with words that pleased their master.
"What trouble have you stirred up this time?"
As he spoke, Iron Tower Man scanned the surroundings with an imposing demeanor that exuded authority.
"What trouble could I cause? It's someone who openly provoked us at Arhat Hall," Hu Han replied fiercely, knowing that this was something his senior brother despised the most.
"Oh?" Iron Tower Man became intrigued, his gaze locking onto the burly men across in the elegant pavilion.
He recognized them as a group of high-level Bodyguards, often active in Nansha Town and nearby towns, and recently they had been closely associated with the Southern Lin Family.
Seeing him look over, the opposing group did not back down; they all met his gaze defiantly, clearly challenging him. Only the Tall and Thin Man remained calm, quietly sipping tea.
"Is it them?" Iron Tower Man pointed dismissively.
Immediately, the four burly men stood up in unison, clearly ready to fight.
"Hey, hey, hey, no, it's not!" Hu Han hurriedly stepped between them. He had brought his senior brother to deal with Ye Tian, and getting into a scuffle with others would only benefit Ye Tian.
"Not them?" Iron Tower Man seemed somewhat reluctant. In truth, he wanted to use this opportunity to confront them, but since it wasn't the case, he had to let it go.
"Could it be those two?" Iron Tower Man pointed at Ye Tian and Lin Qingshan, disbelief evident in his tone.
On the entire second floor, these were the only two outsiders in the pavilions; the rest were his junior brother Hu Han and his insignificant lackeys. If it wasn't the burly men across from them, then it had to be this old man and young boy.
However, these two didn't seem like much of a threat. How could his junior brother be so useless that he couldn't even handle these two?
Hu Han seemed to sense his senior brother's confusion and quickly turned to look at Ye Tian. However, upon doing so, he was taken aback himself.
Ye Tian was no longer the sharp and proud figure he had been before; he was now glancing around nervously, not daring to raise his head, appearing completely timid and fearful.
In contrast, Lin Qingshan remained much calmer, maintaining a composed gaze as he looked directly at his senior brother.
"He must be intimidated by my senior brother," Hu Han thought to himself, intending to go teach Ye Tian a lesson.
Just as he moved, Hu Han suddenly felt a tremendous force pulling him back from behind; it was his senior brother's doing.
"Stay put," Iron Tower Man said without giving Hu Han any face, tossing him to the ground before walking over to the private room where Ye Tian was seated.
Ye Tian finally spoke a single word: "Please."
Only then did Iron Tower Man pay a bit more attention to Ye Tian and sat down in the position indicated by him.
"Old man, you seem somewhat familiar," Iron Tower Man began, addressing Lin Qingshan.
"I am Lin," Lin Qingshan replied. He didn't want to reveal his identity because it seemed that the people in the opposite private room were coming for him. However, since Iron Tower Man had asked, he couldn't avoid the topic; otherwise, it would appear cowardly.
"Oh?" Iron Tower Man took a couple of sips from the wine jar and continued, "No wonder you look so familiar; could it be Lin Qingshan, the old master of the Lin family?"
At these words, Lin Qingshan's body trembled slightly. It had been a long time since anyone had referred to him as the old master of the Lin family.
In the opposite private room, Tall and Thin Man froze mid-motion, just as he was about to bring the teacup to his lips.
Ye Tian observed this scene quietly and became alert.
"Senior Brother, why are you even talking to them? They are openly provoking us at Arhat Hall!"
"They said our Arhat Hall is worthless and that they could wipe us out with just one finger!" Hu Han began to spout nonsense.
"That's right, Brother Lu Ba, they said even worse things than that."
"We all heard it."
The group of Loyal Minions started to fan the flames.
"So it's called Lu Ba, huh? Heh, Lu Ba... a road bully... what a waste if he doesn't become a bandit," Ye Tianxin thought with amusement, not even bothering to refute the baseless accusations.
Of course, it couldn't be called an accusation since, although he didn't say those harsh words, he had directly made provocative gestures. The three fingers that Hu Han had broken were proof of that.
"Is what they said true?" Iron Tower Man glared at Ye Tian and the others, an overwhelming pressure instantly descending upon them.
Lin Qingshan's heart stirred; he thought this person might be more than just a Four-Stage Martial Artist.
However, Ye Tian remained unfazed and replied calmly, "Nonsense."
Upon hearing this, Hu Han assumed Ye Tian was afraid and shouted, "Dare to deny it? Do you think your words mean nothing?"
Ye Tian shot him a cold glance, causing Hu Han to stumble back three steps in shock from the piercing gaze.
"He blocked my path, so I broke three of his fingers. I wonder if that counts as provocation," Ye Tian said as he withdrew his gaze and finished his cup of tea.
"You're talking nonsense! My grandfather possesses the Vajra Arhat Battle Body; you should consider who you're lying to!" Hu Han would naturally not admit to having his fingers broken by Ye Tian. The Vajra Arhat Battle Body, as the name suggests, makes one as tough as a diamond; blades and swords cannot harm them. As the direct descendant of the Vajra Arhat Battle Body, it was far too humiliating for him to have three fingers easily broken by someone else. Thus, he would rather swallow his pride than admit it.
Regarding this matter, Ye Tian did not bother to entangle himself with him any further. He poured another cup of tea and continued to sip calmly under the watchful gaze of Iron Tower Man, also known as Lu Ba.
"Interesting," Lu Ba sneered, not just angry but also filled with contempt.
"Senior Brother, why are you wasting words with them? Just punch them and smash their heads!" Hu Han urged anxiously. Normally, Senior Brother acted decisively, but today he seemed unusually hesitant.
"Old Master Lin, my junior brother is getting anxious. What do you think about today's situation..." Lu Ba grinned maliciously, waiting for Lin Qingshan to speak. Regardless of what was said, he was ready to take action.
However, Lin Qingshan remained silent. Beside him, a young man casually remarked, "What's the rush? You're not the main character here."
Lu Ba suddenly frowned, a hint of dark energy flashing across his face as if he was deliberately suppressing an outburst. "Do you look down on me?"
"Not really; it's just that in our match, you have no chance of winning," Ye Tianfeng replied lightly. He continued, "I prefer to achieve victory in one go. When your master arrives, we can settle it directly."
Clang!
Lu Ba stood up abruptly, knocking over the chair behind him. He pointed at Ye Tian angrily and said, "Arrogant brat! You think you have the right to challenge my master?"
"Calm down. Whether I have the right or not will be clear soon enough," Ye Tian remained unfazed. After a moment, he turned his gaze toward the window and said, "They're here."
Here?
Where are they? Shouldn't I be the first to notice when my master arrives?
Ye Tian seemed to see through Lu Ba's confusion and explained, "Six miles away. Yes, your master Skyward Martial Arts is quite impressive; he should arrive in about half a stick of incense's time."
Upon hearing this, Lu Ba frowned at Ye Tian. The young man spoke with such conviction that it didn't seem like nonsense. But if it were true and his perception could extend six miles away, then his strength must be at least above Eighth-Dan Warrior...
The master is only a Seventh-Dan Martial Artist...
Thinking of this, Lu Ba felt goosebumps all over; one cannot judge a person by their appearance, nor can one measure the sea with a cup.
Of course, he had overestimated Ye Tian's strength in terms of Martial Sovereign. Ye Tian's ability to sense things from six miles away relied on the combination of Crimson Dragon Golden Blood and Martial Origin Power, rather than solely on Martial Origin Power.
That said, with the powers of Crimson Dragon Golden Blood, Third Spirit Pouch, and being a Sixth-Stage Martial Artist, Ye Tian's strength was certainly not inferior to any Four-Stage Martial Artist.
Even though his Spirit Pouch was currently empty, relying solely on Crimson Dragon Golden Blood and his extraordinary martial arts mastery, he still had the capability to fight against a Four-Stage Martial Artist.
The arena fell into silence; even the dull-witted Hu Han realized that something was amiss. This young man seemed to be someone they could not afford to offend.
Moments later, Lu Ba also sensed the presence of his master; if he was not mistaken, he should be within three miles.
In the elegant room across from them, ever since Ye Tian had spoken those words earlier, the Tall and Thin Man had been frowning deeply. At this moment, he slightly relaxed his brow, and his expression returned to calmness.
Initially, he had been pondering how to deal with Lin Qingshan with this mysterious young man present, but now it was different. With the Abbot of the Arhat Hall personally arriving, things were becoming increasingly interesting.
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