"Take him down!"
"Cripple his cultivation! Let's see if he still dares to act so arrogant!"
Shouts rose and fell one after another. The Guards pressed in step by step, surrounding Lin Taichu at the center, the encirclement shrinking tighter and tighter.
Soul Power slowly circulated around Lin Taichu. Though it was suppressed by the curse and he could only bring out forty percent of his strength, his expression remained calm. His gaze swept over the surrounding Guards and nobles as he secretly prepared to strike.
Zhao Zhong looked at Lin Taichu, a trace of viciousness flashing through his eyes. "Sir, I'll give you one last chance. State your identity truthfully, or I, Zhao, will make my move!"
Lin Taichu did not respond. He merely turned slightly, his right hand quietly gripping the Purple Gold Gourd at his waist, a faint thread of Soul Power condensing at his fingertips.
There was no way today's matter could end peacefully. He could only make a move and shock everyone into silence.
Just as Zhao Zhong was about to give the order, and the Guards were on the verge of lunging forward, an angry shout suddenly came from the high platform.
"Stop!"
Everyone froze at the sound and turned toward the high platform. They saw Zhao Family patriarch Zhao Feng, his face ashen, stride down from the platform and head straight for Zhao Zhong.
Seeing this, Zhao Zhong hurriedly withdrew his Soul Power and bowed. "Patriarch, this man's identity is suspicious. He stole the Wen Family's invitation and slipped into the banquet, and he has been spending with reckless extravagance. Your subordinate was just about to take him down and verify his identity."
Smack!
A crisp slap rang through the courtyard. Zhao Feng raised his hand and ruthlessly struck Zhao Zhong across the