619: Chapter 615 Do you know who I am?!

The Loose Cultivators in the hall, hearing Zhao Hao's name, saw the anger and resentment on their faces instantly replaced by fear.

They all lowered their heads, not daring to speak or resist any longer.

They all knew of Zhao Hao's reputation; Zhao Hao was the top closed-door Disciple of the Qingyun Sect, possessing the Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Divine Armor and a cultivation of the Spirit Transformation Late Stage. He shook the Eternal Continent and was one of the top experts of the Eternal Continent today, highly likely to become the world's number one in the future.

If they offended Zhao Yue or the Zhao Family, once Zhao Hao became enraged, they would be doomed even if they had immense capabilities. Even their families would be implicated and face extermination.

Thus, they could only choose to endure, watching helplessly as that woman was bullied by Zhao Yue.

Zhao Yue looked at the fearful expressions of everyone in the hall, the smugness on his face growing even thicker: "Hahaha! That's more like it! In this Cangwu City, I, the Young Lord, am the boss. No one dares to resist me!"

Just then, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly rang out in the hall: "Oh, really? I don't believe it."

The voice was cold and calm, without a hint of fluctuation, yet it carried an inexplicable pressure that instantly swept through the entire hall, making everyone shudder involuntarily.

Everyone raised their heads one after another, looking toward the direction of the voice, wanting to see who was so bold as to dare say such things in front of Zhao Yue.

At the entrance of the Misty Rain Tower stood a youth dressed in a moon-white brocade robe. He had a tall stature, handsome features, and a cold expression. His pitch-black eyes were deep and sharp, like a cold pool, without any ripples, yet they exuded a pride that looked down upon the world.

The youth appeared to be only eighteen or nineteen years old; this person was none other than Xuanyuan Yao.

Seeing how young Xuanyuan Yao was, the Loose Cultivators in the hall hurriedly signaled him with their eyes and whispered: "Shh! Young Master, keep your voice down! Do you want to die? He is the Third Young Lord of the Zhao Family, Zhao Yue. His elder brother is Zhao Hao. If you talk like that, he will kill you!"

"Yes, Young Master, apologize quickly. Hurry and apologize to the Third Young Lord, and beg him to spare your life! Otherwise, you are certainly dead!"

Xuanyuan Yao completely ignored their warnings. With a cold face and indifferent eyes, he quietly looked at Zhao Yue.

Zhao Yue stared fixedly at Xuanyuan Yao like a roaring beast: "Where did this little brat come from, daring to talk nonsense before me?"

He swaggered over to Xuanyuan Yao and looked down at him provocatively: "Little brat, hurry up and kneel before me, the Young Lord. Kowtow a hundred times and apologize properly. Perhaps if I, the Young Lord, am in a good mood, I might spare your life. Otherwise, I'll kill you right now and let you know the consequences of offending the Young Lord!"

Xuanyuan Yao looked at him, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth: "Alright then, you kowtow to me instead. Perhaps I can spare your life."

"What did you say?!" Zhao Yue was instantly driven mad with rage. He couldn't believe his ears, couldn't believe that this insignificant youth actually dared to tell him to kowtow!

He had acted tyrannically in Cangwu City for so many years, and no one had ever dared to treat him like this, no one had ever dared to humiliate him so.

But now, an unknown youth who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen actually dared to make him kowtow. This was simply a humongous disgrace!

"You're looking for death!" Zhao Yue roared, killing intent flashing in his eyes. Without further word, he waved his hand, and a sharp Qi sword shot straight toward the space between Xuanyuan Yao's eyebrows. Its speed was extremely fast and its power immense, clearly intended to kill Xuanyuan Yao instantly.

Seeing this, the Loose Cultivators in the hall closed their eyes in fear. They all felt that this youth was surely dead. No matter how high the talent of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old youth might be, it was impossible to block this strike from Zhao Yue.

But at that moment, an eerie scene occurred.

Facing Zhao Yue's sharp attack, Xuanyuan Yao remained standing where he was, his face calm without the slightest attempt to dodge. Even his eyes didn't flicker.

At the very moment that Spiritual Qi was about to hit the space between his eyebrows, he lightly raised his hand. A burst of frost Spiritual Qi instantly emanated, precisely blocking Zhao Yue's Spiritual Qi.

"Bang—"

The two streams of Spiritual Qi collided, producing a dull, heavy explosion. Zhao Yue's sharp Spiritual Qi was instantly crushed by Xuanyuan Yao, dissipating into nothingness.

As for Zhao Yue, he was forced back repeatedly by the counter-shock, staggering and nearly falling to the ground.

"You... who exactly are you?" Zhao Yue looked at Xuanyuan Yao, his eyes filled with shock.

He could feel the Spiritual Qi fluctuations emanating from Xuanyuan Yao. Although restrained, they were still much stronger than his own—at least at the Late Nascent Soul Stage, perhaps even reaching Soul Transformation!

For an eighteen or nineteen-year-old youth to have such a high cultivation was simply inconceivable!

The Loose Cultivators in the hall opened their eyes, every single one of them wearing a look of disbelief.

They never would have imagined that this youth, who looked so young, possessed such formidable strength and could so easily block Zhao Yue's strike!

Xuanyuan Yao looked at Zhao Yue, his face still devoid of any expression, his tone indifferent: "Who I am is not something you are worthy of knowing. Just now, I told you to kowtow to me, and you didn't. Now, I'll give you one more chance. Get on your knees and kowtow a hundred times. Perhaps I might spare your life."

"You... don't even think about it!" Zhao Yue roared. He was the Third Young Lord of the Zhao Family and Zhao Hao's younger brother. With his noble status, how could he possibly kowtow to an unknown youth?

"I, the dignified Young Lord of the Zhao Family, kowtow to a little brat like you? In your dreams!" Zhao Yue gnashed his teeth. "This is Cangwu City, the territory of our Zhao Family! With just one command, countless Zhao Family guards will rush here. Even if you have heaven-defying abilities, you will surely die!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Xuanyuan Yao smiled faintly. "Then I'd like to see if your guards can save you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanyuan Yao wasted no more words. His figure blurred, and he instantly appeared in front of Zhao Yue. His speed was startlingly fast, and Zhao Yue had no time to react. Xuanyuan Yao reached out and grabbed Zhao Yue's wrist with incredible force, as if he intended to crush it.

"Aaahhh!!" Zhao Yue let out a shrill scream. A piercing pain shot from his wrist as if the bone was about to be crushed. He trembled all over, his face as pale as paper, his eyes filled with pain and fear: "Let go! Let go quickly! Do you know who I am? I am the Third Young Lord of the Zhao Family, and my brother is Zhao Hao! If you dare to harm me, my brother will never let you off!"

"I don't care who you are." Xuanyuan Yao's eyes were icy, and he showed no intention of letting go. "I said I'd make you kneel and kowtow a hundred times. If you don't, I don't mind crippling your limbs so you can never stand up again."

"You... you wouldn't dare!" Zhao Yue said through gritted teeth, his eyes full of resentment, but the piercing pain in his wrist left him weak and unable to resist.

"What wouldn't I dare?" Xuanyuan Yao sneered, his fingers applying a bit of pressure.

"Crack—"

A crisp sound of bone fracturing echoed throughout the hall.

One of Zhao Yue's fingers was snapped by Xuanyuan Yao.

"Aaahhh!! It hurts! It hurts so much!" Zhao Yue let out a heart-wrenching scream, tears instantly gushing out. His face was filled with pain and terror, and he shook like a leaf. "Let go! I'll kowtow! I'll kowtow to you, alright?!"

Xuanyuan Yao looked at him without the slightest mercy, his tone indifferent: "Only now do you know fear? Too late."

Crack!!

Xuanyuan Yao snapped another of Zhao Yao's fingers.

"Stop hitting me! I was wrong! I'll kowtow, I'll kowtow!!"