Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique
Chapter 625 - 22 Resurgence of Conflict

Chapter 625: Chapter 22 Resurgence of Conflict

"Bastard, are you blind or something, daring to mess with grandma?" retorted Wu Xiu’er with quick reflexes. Plus, with the other party drunk and slow to react, Wu Xiu’er kicked out, sending the guy flying several meters away. The young nobleman who got kicked flew into a wall, then slowly slid down, wailing in pain.

Seeing the guy beaten up so badly and considering his distinguished appearance, Wu Xiu’er didn’t dare to stay any longer and hurried back to her private room.

"Xiu’er, why do you look so pale? Are you alright?" asked Liu Ge as soon as Wu Xiu’er returned.

Liu Ge had been pursuing Wu Xiu’er and was very concerned about her.

"I’m fine," Wu Xiu’er came back to her senses and smiled slightly.

...

"Young Master Qi, what happened to you?" A few cultivators rushed out from a private room, and upon seeing the young nobleman convulsing on the ground, their faces changed dramatically, and they hurried over to help him up.

The young nobleman waved his hand and said, "Help me back. I need to rest."

The group escorted the young nobleman back into the private room.

This young nobleman named Qi Yiming was a legitimate descendant of an ancient family; he was just passing through the Desert Domain, stopping at Beihuang City for a brief rest.

"What happened to Young Master Qi?" One of the middle-aged cultivators inside the private room saw Qi Yiming’s face, which was the color of liver, and his expression slightly changed. Although Qi Yiming was not particularly talented and had the air of a spoiled heir, he was, after all, the son of the clan leader of that ancient power - his status was there for all to see.

And the middle-aged man was named Li Yanlong, the Gang Leader of the Flame Dragon Gang.

The Flame Dragon Gang, one of the three major gangs of Beihuang City, held control over many underground businesses and was not to be underestimated.

...

It was said that Li Yanlong managed to grow the Flame Dragon Gang thanks to a benefactor he encountered in his early years, which was an elder from the Qi Family of Cangzhou.

Qi Yiming grumbled discontentedly, "I saw a woman just now. I thought she was from Wanhua Building since she was dressed so brightly, so I wanted to invite her for a few drinks. Then she beat me up!"

While speaking, Qi Yiming sucked in a cold breath, his face very pale.

"Huh? Something like this happened? This is preposterous. Who would dare to hit a valued guest of Li Yanlong? This cannot be left unresolved today."

Li Yanlong’s expression was grim.

Qi Yiming said, "Let’s just forget this matter. I don’t even know who the other party is. I’m just passing through; there’s no need to escalate the situation."

But Li Yanlong smirked slightly and said, "Has Young Master Qi ever heard the saying, ’Even a mighty dragon can’t crush a local snake’?"

Qi Yiming nodded his head, understanding the principle all too well-Li Yanlong was the local snake of Beihuang City.

At this moment, Qi Yiming started to get intrigued.

"Don’t worry, Young Master Qi. No matter who the other party is, they will pay a price," confidently said Li Yanlong.

"That would be great," Qi Yiming said resentfully, infuriated by the humiliation he suffered.

"Did you see which private room that woman ran into?" Li Yanlong asked.

"The third one on the left," Qi Yiming answered.

"Jin Fan, bring that woman here," Li Yanlong commanded indifferently.

"Yes, Gang Leader!"

Immediately, a bulky cultivator stepped forward and left with more than a dozen other cultivators.

"I will go and see for myself," Qi Yiming said, rising to follow.

They arrived at the private room where Lin Feng and the others were.

With a loud bang, they kicked the door to the private room off its hinges.

Then, a group of menacing people poured in.

Seeing such a formidable mob burst in, the singers and dancers were frightened into screaming.

Lin Feng and his companions frowned slightly, not understanding what was happening.

"Who are you people? How dare you barge into our place? We are disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect!"

Ma Yong stepped forward, rebuking them coldly.

"Slap!"

But the cultivator named Jin Fan stepped up and slapped Ma Yong hard across the face, sending him flying fifteen meters away. Ma Yong crashed to the ground with a thud.

"Ptui, what about the Azure Cloud Sect? This is Beihuang City, not your Azure Cloud Sect’s territory. A mere boy at the Martial King Realm dares to strut around in front of Laozi, not knowing whether he’s alive or dead," Jin Fan spat out contemptuously, sneering continually.