175: Chapter 175 A triple penalty for a fake! Not a penny less than 80 billion!

Qian Wansan watched the Golden Armor Guards wailing on the ground, his rolls of fat trembling wildly.

The pair of top-grade jade walnuts in his hands clicked together erratically.

He was truly afraid.

These twelve Golden Armor Guards were all experts at the Golden Core Early Stage and were proficient in combined attack Formations.

Yet, they hadn't even touched a corner of the opponent's clothes before being completely incapacitated in ten seconds!

He hadn't even used any Spiritual Qi!

Such terrifying Physical Body strength was simply unheard of!

"You... what exactly do you want?" Qian Wansan swallowed hard, forcing himself to remain calm as he took a step back.

"This is Tianbao Pavilion!"

"No matter where you come from, if you offend our Chief Pavilion Master, you will undoubtedly die!"

Su Yang walked up to him and raised his hand directly.

"Slap!"

An extremely crisp and loud slap.

Qian Wansan's fat face instantly swelled up high, and a few bloody molars flew out.

He spun around twice on the spot like a clumsy top before falling to the ground with a thud.

"Trying to pressure me with the Chief Pavilion Master?" Su Yang shook his wrist, looking down at him from above.

"Tell him to come and talk to me himself."

"Now, let's settle the account for this fake medicine."

Su Yang pulled over a chair and sat down imposingly.

"In the Mortal world, there's a rule for doing business."

"If you buy a fake, you get a refund and triple the compensation."

"I spent 20 billion to buy that poison just now. According to the rules, you must refund my 20 billion principal and pay me another 60 billion in compensation."

Su Yang reached out and tapped the wall beside him.

"That's 80 billion in total. If you're short even a single cent, I'll slice the fat off your body piece by piece and feed it to the dogs today."

At these words, the women in the private room were stunned.

Reba widened her eyes. Was her boss's extortion technique always this practiced?

Lin Lang felt her worldview being refreshed. In the cultivation world, killing for treasure was common, but this was the first time she had ever seen someone use Mortal laws to extort a top-tier chamber of commerce so seriously.

Qian Wansan clutched his swollen face, his rage finally overcoming his fear.

"80 billion? This is extortion!"

"My Tianbao Pavilion has been established in the capital for twenty years, and I've never been extorted like this before!"

Qian Wansan suddenly bit the tip of his tongue. He spat a mouthful of vital blood directly onto the two jade walnuts in his hands. Crack! The two hard, top-grade jade walnuts shattered instantly.

"Go to hell!" Swish, swish, swish! Countless green flying needles, as thin as cow hair, exploded out from the shattered walnuts.

The distance was too close. The speed was too fast.

These flying needles were quenched with a deadly poison that killed upon contact and were specifically designed to break through Protective Aura. Even a great cultivator at the Nascent Soul Early Stage would have to perish on the spot if ambushed at such close range.

"Boss, watch out!" Mary exclaimed.

Su Yang sat in the chair, having no intention of dodging at all. He didn't even blink.

Clang, clang, clang, clang! A dense sound of impact rang out.

Those poisonous needles, capable of piercing steel plates, hit Su Yang's skin and actually made the sound of metal colliding.

Immediately after, all the flying needles bent and snapped, falling onto the carpet. They hadn't even hurt a single hair on Su Yang!

"Is that all you've got?" Su Yang flicked the wrinkles on his collar and sighed.

"It seems you really don't want to pay up."

Qian Wansan was utterly desperate. His greatest trump card for survival couldn't even scratch the opponent's skin!

What kind of monster is this! Has he achieved sanctification through his Physical Body!

Seeing Su Yang stand up and walk over, Qian Wansan panicked completely. He violently ripped off a black jade pendant hanging around his neck and crushed it with force.

Boom! An extremely terrifying pressure instantly descended within the private room. This pressure was more than ten times stronger than Qian Wansan's. It was the true Nascent Soul Stage Peak!

In mid-air, black Spiritual Qi gathered rapidly, forming a vague, gigantic phantom.

The phantom wore a magnificent purple-gold robe, its face dignified, and its eyes like lightning.

This was none other than a strand of Divine Sense Clone left in the jade pendant by the Chief Pavilion Master of Tianbao Pavilion!

"Who dares to be presumptuous in my Tianbao Pavilion!" The phantom let out a thunderous roar.

The entire private room shook violently from this sound wave, and fine cracks appeared on the walls.

Reba was shaken into covering her ears, crouching on the ground in pain.

Lin Lang's face was pale; she had to force her Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivation to barely stand steady. She knew deeply that the gap between the Nascent Soul Peak and the Nascent Soul Early Stage was like a chasm.

Qian Wansan seemed to have seen a savior, scrambling on the ground toward the area beneath the phantom.

"Pavilion Master, help! This person not only smashed up the place but also wants to extort 80 billion from the branch!"

The phantom lowered its head, its cold gaze locking onto Su Yang.

"Young man, no matter what power stands behind you. If you dare to touch a member of my Tianbao Pavilion, you won't be leaving Wolong Mountain Villa today."

"Kneel down and cripple your own cultivation, and I can decide to leave your corpse intact."

The phantom was high and mighty, its tone filled with an unquestionable sense of condescension.

Su Yang looked at the phantom in mid-air. He suddenly laughed. He laughed with extreme contempt.

"A projection condensed from Divine Sense, and you dare to act arrogant in front of me?"

"Let alone a Clone of yours, even if your main body rolled over here right now, you would still have to spit out every cent of this 80 billion for me today!"

Before the words had faded. Su Yang's right leg exerted force suddenly. Bang! The expensive carpet beneath his feet exploded instantly, and the hard floor was stomped into a deep pit.

His whole body shot up into the sky like a cannonball, heading straight for the phantom in mid-air.

"You're courting death!" The phantom roared angrily, raising a gigantic palm, bringing down Spiritual Qi capable of destroying the heavens and earth toward Su Yang.

Su Yang did not use a sword. Nor did he use the thunderfire gatling. He simply clenched his right fist.

There was no Spiritual Qi fluctuation, only terrifying power that was pure to the extreme. He threw a punch!

Crack! The air was directly struck by this punch, creating a visible sonic boom cloud. The fist and the phantom's giant palm collided fiercely.

There was no suspense. That palm, which had gathered the power of the Nascent Soul Peak, was like fragile glass in front of Su Yang's fist. It shattered into pieces!

"No—!" The phantom let out an unbelievable exclamation.

Su Yang's punch momentum did not diminish, directly piercing through the phantom's chest.

Boom! This high and mighty Divine Sense Clone was completely blown apart by a single punch, turning into black mist that dissipated without a trace.

One punch. Blowing up a Nascent Soul Peak Clone. Qian Wansan lay on the ground, his mouth wide open, unable to make a sound. His brain had completely crashed.

Su Yang landed lightly. He walked up to Qian Wansan, grabbed his wide collar, and lifted the nearly 200-jin fat pig with one hand.

"Now, no one can save you."

"Let's go, let's find another place to continue discussing the compensation."

Su Yang carried Qian Wansan and strode towards the huge one-way crystal wall at the end of the private room.

Meanwhile. In the auction hall on the first floor. The atmosphere had become extremely restless.

A while had already passed since the ten minutes Red Rose mentioned. No sound had come from the ninth-floor private room, because the crystal wall blocked sound and sight, and the people below had no idea what was happening above.

"Why haven't they finished dealing with it yet? When did Tianbao Pavilion's efficiency become so low?" someone complained with dissatisfaction.

Qi Ziming sat in his chair, sneering repeatedly. He played with the folding fan in his hand, speaking to the people around him with a face full of schadenfreude.

"No need to guess."

"That brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth has probably already been skinned, deboned, and chopped into mince by Pavilion Master Qian by now."

"Offending Tianbao Pavilion in the capital, not even the gods could save him."

Red Rose on the stage thought the same. She knew Qian Wansan's methods very well; that arrogant young man definitely would not have a good ending.

She cleared her throat and picked up the microphone, preparing to announce the continuation of the auction.

Just then. Bang! A deafening loud noise suddenly came from above. Everyone subconsciously looked up.

They saw the one-way bulletproof crystal wall on the ninth floor, which was claimed to be unable to be destroyed even by missiles, suddenly explode!

Countless shards of glass poured down like a rainstorm, smashing onto the hall floor and making a harsh shattering sound.

The crowd in the hall let out a series of terrified screams, scrambling to cover their heads and dodge. Amidst the swirling dust.

A fat figure was thrown out directly from the huge hole on the ninth floor, held like a little chick.

The figure struggled frantically in the air, letting out a scream like a slaughtered pig. Then, it was held tightly by the back of the collar by one hand, hanging upside down in mid-air on the ninth floor.

The whole venue was dead silent. The sneer on Qi Ziming's face froze instantly. The microphone in Red Rose's hand dropped to the ground with a "clatter."

Everyone widened their eyes, looking in disbelief at the fat figure dangling in mid-air.

That face, swollen like a pig's head and covered in blood. It was none other than the Pavilion Master of the Tianbao Pavilion's capital branch, Qian Wansan!

Su Yang stood on the edge of the ninth floor, one hand in his pocket, the other holding Qian Wansan. His indifferent gaze looked down at the thousands of shocked cultivators and wealthy merchants below.