Sun Shaozong Displays Power at the Brocade Fragrance Courtyard

The white fatty had barely opened his mouth when Sun Shaozong cursed his luck inwardly.

He had been reluctant to attend this drinking session in the first place, and now, before he could even glance at the dishes, he was already running into someone trying to cause trouble.

Although Sun Shaozong didn't know who this 'Chou Yunfei' was, judging by the fact that he dared to bring dozens of soldiers to seek revenge, his family background was definitely not inferior to the Divine Martial General's Residence – stuck in the middle, he was sure to be caught in the crossfire between immortals!

While Sun Shaozong was feeling gloomy, Feng Ziying, facing dozens of soldiers, didn't flinch or dodge. Instead, he strode forward, threw back his head, and laughed loudly, "They say a petty man seeks revenge from morning till night, and today I've seen it live – Chou Yunfei, use whatever tricks you have as soon as possible. If I even frown, I'm a son of a bitch!"

Chou Yunfei also sneered repeatedly, "Good, good, good! Mad Dog Ying, I'll see if your bones are as hard as your tongue!"

One was on horseback, the other on foot, each showing off with words and acting tough.

The soldiers weren't idle either. A dozen of them dismounted, grabbed ropes and clubs, and flanked them from both sides.

Seeing them getting close, Feng Ziying couldn't bother with verbal sparring anymore. He hurriedly adopted a posture, preparing for a final struggle.

"Feng Brother, count me in!"

Then Xue Pan excitedly jumped over, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, shouting, "How can such a big scene be without me, Xue Pan?!"

Feng Ziying knew that he would inevitably suffer this time, so how could he implicate him for no reason?

He hurriedly tried to persuade him not to get involved.

But how could Xue Pan listen?

Annoyed by his words, he roared and charged towards the soldiers on the left, shouting, "Leave these few to me, those over there... Ouch~!"

Xue Pan was pampered and spoiled on weekdays, and had never seriously practiced any martial arts. Even with his strength, how could he withstand several elite soldiers?

Therefore, before he could finish his boast, he was struck on the forehead with a club – although the soldier knew he was rich and noble and didn't dare to use full force, it still hurt Xue Pan so much that he cried 'Ouch' and fell forward.

Before he could hit the ground, his arms were seized, and he couldn't struggle at all.

Truly a 'fool'!

Sun Shaozong watched speechlessly, while Feng Ziying was anxious. He rushed forward, swinging his fists and feet, trying to rescue Xue Pan.

His skills were much better than Xue Pan's, and ordinary three or five people couldn't do anything to him – but how could there be only three or five people on the other side? Moreover, they were all elite soldiers, most skilled in coordinated attacks!

Therefore, in just a moment, Feng Ziying was surrounded, only able to parry and unable to fight back – and that was only because the soldiers didn't dare to really hurt him. Otherwise, even if there were three Feng Ziyings together, they probably wouldn't be able to hold on.

So he struggled for a few more rounds, but in the end, he was outnumbered. His shoulders were grabbed, his arms twisted, and he was tied up securely.

"Bring him over, quickly bring him over!"

Now Chou Yunfei was triumphant. His double chin turned into three layers with joy. Seeing Feng Ziying being brought in front of him, he ordered, "Make that dog kneel down and talk to me!"

Hearing this, Feng Ziying immediately straightened his back with all his might, raised his head, and spat a mouthful of saliva at Chou Yunfei's fat face.

Chou Yunfei was caught off guard and was covered in spittle. He was immediately furious and whipped Feng Ziying on the shoulder, cursing, "You dog really won't shed tears until you see the coffin – come on, strip off his clothes and push him to the front of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion for public humiliation!"

Hearing this, Feng Ziying couldn't help but change color. He was about to curse Chou Yunfei's ancestors when he suddenly heard someone shout from behind, "Hold on!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and the speaker was none other than Sun Shaozong, who had been watching for a long time.

Feng Ziying was fine, but Xue Pan, seeing Sun Shaozong speak, was immediately invigorated and said, "Second Brother, save me, Second Brother, save me!"

Sun Shaozong slowly walked down the steps, cupped his hands at Chou Yunfei, and said, "The two young masters are probably just arguing out of anger. It's nothing to take revenge for a loss, but now that you've fought and cursed, it won't be easy to end if you continue to make a scene. Why not give Sun a chance and call it quits?"

He had been watching from the sidelines, simply because he was annoyed at being implicated by these two good-for-nothing playboys. But if he continued to stand idly by, once the Divine Martial General's Residence learned of the matter, he feared they would take Sun family to task first.

It was said that although Chou Yunfei saw that Sun Shaozong was no ordinary person, he thought that there was no such person in the families of nobles and relatives in the court, and the Sun surname was not a prominent one. So he sneered dismissively, "What are you? How dare you try to show off in front of your Master Chou? Come on, seize this blind fool for me, give him a hundred Deterrence Rod blows first, and then I'll reason with him!"

Several idle soldiers, hearing this, immediately flanked him from left and right, intending to capture Sun Shaozong together as before.

But how could Sun Shaozong be compared to Xue Pan and Feng Ziying?

Smiling, he went up to meet them, and with a stretch of his ape-like arm, he snatched a baton. Taking advantage of the soldier's stunned moment, he lightly kicked him.

"Ah~!"

The soldier immediately left the ground, flying more than two zhang away before landing on all fours with a thud.

Sun Shaozong then swung the baton casually, sweeping all the surrounding soldiers into the circle.

The soldiers hurriedly used their batons to block, only to hear three crisp sounds of crack, crack, crack. Five batons were broken in two and three were sent flying—as for the last crisp sound, it was the baton in Sun Shaozong's hand that couldn't bear the weight and broke into two pieces.

Sun Shaozong threw away the broken baton and stepped forward, pulling and tugging left and right. Without seeming to exert much effort, he knocked all the soldiers to the ground as if manipulating puppets.

"Young Master Chou."

Having dealt with the soldiers, Sun Shaozong cupped his fist in salute as if nothing had happened, repeating like a broken record, "Please give Sun a bit of face, and let's call it quits and make peace, how about it?"

Chou Yunfei, seeing him dispose of several elite soldiers with ease, was stunned. Hearing him bring up the old topic again, he felt greatly humiliated. He quickly swung his horsewhip and cursed, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry, hurry, everyone attack together and capture this guy for me!"

With this order, twenty-odd more people jumped down from their horses, each holding a baton, and surrounded him with murderous intent—this time, no one dared to hold back, and every move was made with full force.

However, facing Sun Shaozong's steel-cast muscles, what use were mere batons? If their strength was slightly weaker, it probably wouldn't even be enough to tickle Sun Shaozong!

Thus, in just three or five exchanges, Sun Shaozong was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, knocking down seven or eight people—this was the result of him restraining his strength, not wanting to injure anyone fatally.

Seeing this, even the bravest of the soldiers couldn't help but feel a bit timid, but without Chou Yunfei's permission, they didn't dare to stop on their own.

Just as they were in a dilemma, they suddenly heard someone shout from outside the circle, "Get out of the way, everyone get out of the way!"

The soldiers looked in the direction of the sound and saw three people on three horses galloping towards them, intending to gain the upper hand by using the horses' power!

The soldiers immediately scattered to the left and right, leaving Sun Shaozong blocked in the center.

In the blink of an eye, the three people on three horses arrived. Leaving aside the people, the horses were all top-quality horses from beyond the border, with thick legs, broad shoulders, and bodies nearly a zhang long. When charging, they probably had the force of a thousand catties!

But facing these three galloping horses, Sun Shaozong still didn't dodge or avoid them. Instead, he strode forward and swung his fist, which was the size of a vinegar pot, and smashed it into the bit of the lead black horse!

Boom~

The earth seemed to tremble under this punch. The black horse first had its neck bent at a ninety-degree angle, and then its body also bent, crashing horizontally into its companion on the right, and then its flailing hooves tripped the companion on the left.

Thus, all three fat and strong warhorses fell under Sun Shaozong's punch!

Silence~

On the small square in front of the Brocade Fragrance Courtyard, only the painful screams of the three people on three horses could be heard. There was no other sound!

Whoosh~

Sun Shaozong lowered his head and blew away the horsehair on his fist, then cupped his fist in salute as if nothing had happened, and said calmly, "Please give Sun a bit of face, Young Master, and let's call it quits and make peace, how about it?"