180: Wooden War

However, this brief "relief" brought by distorted psychology and the false calm maintained on the surface of the banquet were completely shattered the next second by a roar like a clap of thunder, full of primal bestiality and savage possessiveness.

"Ya Fei—!!!"

This furious roar, like a sudden clap of thunder, exploded from the entrance of the hall, carrying undisguised ecstasy, aggression, and a spine-chilling possessiveness.

The owner of the voice was like a ferocious beast just unshackled from a bloody battlefield, full of brutality and an aura of destruction.

The entire boisterous hall instantly became silent, as if a mute button had been pressed.

All laughter, clinking of glasses, and string music abruptly ceased.

Countless gazes, filled with shock, curiosity, and even terror, turned in unison towards the source of the sound—the hall entrance.

There, a figure like an iron tower stood erect.

The newcomer was extremely tall and burly, estimated to be nearly two meters, clad in a dark, tight-fitting martial attire stained with the dust of the northwest winds and dull bloodstains, as if he had just crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Beneath the tight attire, his muscles bulged like intertwined rocks, full of explosive power, and his exposed forearms were covered with dense, centipede-like hideous scars, silently narrating the cruelty of countless life-and-death struggles.

His skin was dark and rough, like rock polished by wind and sand, his face rugged, with thick, blade-like eyebrows, prominent brow bones, and a pair of eyes now wide as copper bells, their whites streaked with blood.

Deep within his pupils burned the naked aggression, possessiveness, and… insane jealousy of a hungry wolf.

At this moment, these eyes were fixed intently on Ya Fei, and the black-robed young man she was tightly holding onto.

It was Mu Zhan, the most notoriously fierce star of the Mu family's young generation, who had just returned from bloody battles and distinguished service on the northwest frontier.

The Mu family, one of the three great families of the Gama Empire, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, controlled nearly one-third of the Empire's military power for generations, and its family members were all war fanatics who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, believing in absolute force and the law of the jungle.

And this Mu Zhan was even more outstanding among them, like a humanoid ferocious beast.

His personality was extremely brutal and overbearing, notorious in the imperial capital's profligate circles; he would fight when he said he would fight, kill when he said he would kill, never holding back, truly the undisputed number one enforcer of the Crown Prince's faction, whom no one dared to provoke.

And his almost pathological obsession and possessiveness towards Ya Fei were well-known throughout the imperial capital; he had long regarded her as his forbidden possession.

At this moment, he, dusty from his journey, did not even return to his family but went straight to the Nalan Mansion, just to see the fervent flame in his heart as soon as possible.

However, the scene before him was like the sharpest poisonous needle, piercing deeply into his eyeballs.

Ya Fei, whom he had longed for day and night, cherished as a treasure, and would never allow others to touch, was actually leaning so intimately and dependently against an unfamiliar, effeminate and handsome Xiao Bai.

That Xiao Bai's hand was even wrapped around her waist, which he considered a sacred place!

A violently uncontrollable evil fire, mixed with the anger of betrayal and insane jealousy, surged upwards like magma to the top of his head.

Mu Zhan only felt a crimson blur before his eyes; all reason, all scruples, all considerations of identity and occasion were instantly burned clean by this all-consuming jealousy.

"Where did this Xiao Bai come from?! Do you have the guts of a bear and a leopard?! How dare you touch my woman! Get lost!!!"

Mu Zhan's eyes were blood-red, and he let out a beast-like roar from his throat, his Dou Shi Peak's violent Dou Qi erupting without reservation.

An intensely thick, almost tangible bloody killing aura spread outwards like a shockwave, centered on him.

Guests who were slightly closer felt a nauseatingly cold killing intent wash over them, their chests tightening, forced to stumble backward repeatedly by the fierce aura, their faces turning pale, and their plates and cups scattering in disarray.

He didn't care where this was, nor was he bothered to ask who the other party was; he stomped his foot like a giant elephant.

"Boom—!!!"

The floor, hard as iron and paved with expensive stone, instantly cracked inch by inch, and spiderweb-like fissures spread wildly.

Mu Zhan, like a heavy siege crossbow bolt released from its string, charged forward with an unstoppable and incomparably fierce momentum, his fist, large as a casserole, generating a piercing sonic boom that seemed to tear the air, condensing all his Dou Qi and towering killing intent, heading straight for Mo Yuhan's face.

This punch was without frills, simple and brutal; it was meant to instantly smash this boy, who dared to touch his forbidden possession, into a pulp.

The punch's force was so sharp that it even lifted the tablecloths from several nearby dining tables.

"Mu Zhan! Stop it!!!"

Nalan Yanran's face changed drastically, and she let out a sharp, tender shout, her Dou Qi instantly rising! However, Mu Zhan's outburst was too sudden, and his speed was as fast as lightning; she simply didn't have time to make an effective stop.

Liu Ling's eyes instantly gleamed with schadenfreude, the curve of his lips almost reaching his ears.

It was good that this madman Mu Zhan made a move.

No matter the outcome, it would only benefit him and cause no harm!

If Mo Yuhan were crippled or even killed, that would naturally be a great piece of news.

If Mo Yuhan could resist, it would also expose his true strength.

The surrounding guests let out gasps of surprise one after another; some timid noble young ladies even turned pale with fright, screaming and covering their eyes, unable to bear to watch the tragic fate of the handsome young man, who was about to bleed profusely and have his brains splattered.

Everyone knew that Mu Zhan had been immersed in Dou Shi Peak for a long time, and his fierce combat ability was enough to challenge an ordinary Great Dou Shi across ranks! With this punch, even an iron man would be pierced through.

However, facing this deadly punch, which carried a bloody killing aura and was capable of instantly killing an ordinary Great Dou Shi, Mo Yuhan, whose arm was tightly held by Ya Fei, didn't even lift an eyelid.

He didn't even look at the terrifying punch whistling towards him.

He merely raised his left hand with extreme casualness, as if brushing dust from his shoulder, his five fingers naturally spread open, palm forward, meeting the destructive punch that tore through the air and struck fiercely.

His movement was understated, without the slightest hint of effort, and so calm it was stifling!

"Bang—!!!"

A terrifying, muffled collision sound, so loud it made hearts stop, as if a giant hammer had struck a solid iron block, suddenly rang out.

The anticipated scene of Mo Yuhan's arm breaking inch by inch and his entire body flying backward, spitting blood like a broken sack, did not occur.

Time, as if, was paused at this moment.

Everyone's pupils contracted violently at the incredible scene before their eyes.

Mu Zhan's fierce fist, capable of smashing fine iron and containing all the Dou Qi of a Dou Shi Peak, was actually received steadily and effortlessly by Mo Yuhan's fair, slender, and even somewhat delicate-looking hand.

His five fingers, like the most precise mortise and tenon joint, firmly locked onto Mu Zhan's fist bones.

The violent impact disappeared instantly without a trace, like a mud ox entering the sea! Not even Mo Yuhan's wide black sleeve robes fluttered more than slightly.