Faced with Ning Ke's teasing, Xiang Yang shook his head speechlessly. With a wave of his hand, a vortex cyclone formed. Fierce winds, dense as water, stirred the spiritual qi in the void into violent turbulence. The powerful force directly seized the heavily wounded Yan Family youth downstairs, along with the brawny man collapsed on the ground after being struck by Xiang Yang's murderous aura, and hauled them both up to the second floor. They landed on the brown floorboards with a thud.
For a moment, the dozens of people on the first and second floors of the tavern all fixed their eyes on Xiang Yang and Ning Ke, their hearts shaken beyond measure.
One had to know that the Yan Family youth and the Chaotian Alliance brute weighed more than three hundred and fifty jin combined. Yet Xiang Yang had captured them with pure force as effortlessly as autumn leaves. His strength was simply beyond estimation—at the very least, far beyond anything these ordinary martial artists in the tavern could imagine.
"Shopkeeper, the bill."
For a time, cries to settle the bill rose one after another throughout the tavern. The two wealthy men at the neighboring table who had just been discussing Yan Mumei were especially miserable, trembling and shrinking back, only a hair's breadth away from pissing themselves in terror.
The reason these people hurried away was not only their fear of Xiang Yang's unfathomable martial arts. More than that, they worried that Xiang Yang would harm someone from the Chaotian Alliance.
The Chaotian Alliance was notorious throughout the Liao River region. How could it possibly swallow such humiliation? What followed would surely be unrest, perhaps even a great battle. If they were caught in the crossfire, it would be a bolt from the blue for people like