122: Section 122

Enraged, Xuanwu punched a nearby tree, but the tree, which would take an adult to embrace, didn't budge. Instead, Xuanwu grimaced in pain.

"My True Qi..."

Xuanwu felt bitter. Forty years of hard training had vanished overnight.

"The most urgent matter is to contact Lord God of War first."

Then Xuanwu limped out of the dense forest...

"Master, are you asleep?"

In the middle of the night, a knocking sound rang out.

Xiao Fan was instantly startled awake.

'Has Mo Qingwu finally come around? Should I accept, or should I accept?'

Xiao Fan was a little excited. Compared to force... he still preferred mutual consent, even if it was just a transaction.

Otherwise, like a dead fish, it would lose a lot of fun.

"Qinglong sent word, asking me to help him deal with Su Yuan. He has already sent Baihu to act."

Chapter 104: Iron-Willed Zhao Rulong

Xiao Fan: My pants are off, and you're telling me this???

He got excited for nothing.

However, the War God Hall could be an opportunity for Mo Qingwu to take control.

And now was the best time.

"Tomorrow, I will arrange people and a plane to go with you to the War God Hall. You must take control of the War God Hall, understand?"

"Yes, Qingwu understands!"

"Alright, you may withdraw first."

Xiao Fan was a bit disheartened; this wasn't the news he wanted.

Immediately, Xiao Fan took out his phone and, regardless of the time, dialed Xiao Taian's number.

The call was only answered when it was about to automatically hang up.

"You brat, you even wake me up when I'm sleeping. What is it?!"

Clearly, Xiao Taian, woken up in the middle of the night, was in a very bad mood.

"Tomorrow, I need a group of people to go to Eagle Sauce Country and follow my subordinate's orders. They need to be strong, preferably with two Grandmasters."

The Grandmasters of the War God Hall were just the four Great Guardians, plus Mo Qingwu. Three Grandmasters would be enough to suppress everything.

"You brat, do you think Grandmasters are like cabbages? You just blurt it out."

After a moment, a voice came from the phone again,

"I'll arrange it as soon as possible tomorrow. Also, don't call me in the middle of the night again!"

"Dudududu..."

The sound of the call being hung up echoed.

"How old is he, still throwing tantrums."

Xiao Fan mumbled, not taking it to heart.

Simply put: I know I was wrong, and I'll do it again next time.

"Sleep!"

Pulling up the covers, caring for no one, Xiao Fan quickly drifted into dreamland... Just as Xiao Fan was still in a daze, a commotion outside woke him up.

"Is there no etiquette? It's early in the morning."

Xiao Fan walked out wearing slippers and baggy shorts.

He wanted to see who was causing trouble so early in the morning.

"Oh? So you're the brat who tricked my Zhao family's Young Master into doing this?"

Upon seeing Xiao Fan, Zhao Rulong was so angry his beard bristled and his eyes widened.

What had become of his Zhao family's Young Master?

What kind of behavior was this!

"If there's nothing, then scram. I don't like hitting old men, lest others say I don't know how to respect the elderly and cherish the young."

Xiao Fan waved his hand impatiently. If it weren't for these people being Zhao Jing's family,

He would have thrown them out one by one long ago.

"Second Grandfather, you should go back first. I'm doing quite well here."

Zhao Jing spoke up at the right time.

As soon as she said this, Zhao Rulong's hair nearly stood on end from anger.

He had watched Zhao Jing grow up, and he had mostly guided her path in martial arts.

But now, after only a few days apart, why did Zhao Jing feel somewhat unfamiliar?

"Did you hear that, old man? You're not welcome here."

"Alright, alright, alright. If that's the case, then I can only forcefully take you back."

Zhao Rulong tried to grab Zhao Jing's hand to take her away.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Fan instantly appeared in front of him.

Before he could react, Xiao Fan's hand had already clamped down on him tightly.

Zhao Rulong circulated his True Qi to try and break free, but he felt as if his hand was being suppressed by a towering stone pillar.

A deep sense of powerlessness arose from the bottom of his heart.

"Let go if you dare! Let's have a real fight!"

Seeing that he couldn't break free, Zhao Rulong resorted to provocation.

Looking at Zhao Rulong, whose face was flushed red, Xiao Fan merely smiled faintly.

"Alright."

The two came to the courtyard, and Zhao Rulong took up his stance.

The previous scene made him understand Xiao Fan's strength, and he dared not harbor any contempt in his heart.

Xiao Fan, on the other hand, stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

"Second Grandfather, why don't we just forget it?"

Zhao Jing looked at the two men, who were ready for a fight, and tried to mediate.

She didn't think Zhao Rulong could defeat Xiao Fan.

"Hehe, girl, do you still remember the practical combat I always taught you? Today, Second Grandfather will show you how to deal with an opponent whose strength surpasses yours!"

Zhao Rulong spoke eloquently, intending to teach Zhao Jing a lesson.

Just then, Xiao Fan's aura suddenly erupted, stirring up gusts of wind.

Zhao Rulong, facing Xiao Fan's aura directly, felt as if he was confronting a divine being from a myth.

"I surrender, young man, I surrender!"

Zhao Rulong raised both hands and decisively surrendered.

This kind of oppressive feeling, even the Zhao family's Old Ancestor, who was in the Martial King Realm, couldn't give him.

The young man in front of him now possessed even more terrifying strength than the Old Ancestor.

Facing an opponent who was at least in the Martial King Realm, surrendering was not shameful.

As for Zhao Jing, being with Xiao Fan, Zhao Rulong suddenly felt it was quite good.

"Second Grandfather... you..."

Zhao Jing felt that Zhao Rulong's once towering image instantly collapsed.

Zhao Rulong had once taught her that no matter what kind of powerful enemy she faced, she must not lose her martial heart.

Why, today, when facing Xiao Fan... "Hehe, I was just joking with him, just joking."

Zhao Rulong let out a dry laugh, trying to ease the awkwardness of the situation.

"Is that so? But I'm not joking with you."

Xiao Fan's cold voice rang out.