Not inferior to me? Who gave you the courage!

The next morning.

Just past nine o'clock, Zhang Yong came to pick up Ning Wangshu.

Over twenty minutes later, the two arrived once again at the Blue Mountain Club.

But they didn't go inside, because Song Guowei was already waiting at the entrance. Furthermore, Hu Guangji from yesterday was also in Song Guowei's car.

"Brother Ning, let's set off directly then. Which car would you like to take?"

Song Guowei rolled down his window and said to Ning Wangshu.

Ning Wangshu glanced at the several cars behind Song Guowei and was about to speak when Zhang Yong suddenly said from beside him, "Uh, Brother Ning, why don't you just ride with me?"

"You?"

Ning Wangshu was taken aback.

Song Guowei also looked at Zhang Yong, raised an eyebrow, and smiled, "What, Xiao Zhang, you want to come along too?"

Zhang Yong grinned, rubbed his hands together, and said, "Hehe, Manager Song, I was thinking of tagging along to see the world. I just wasn't sure if you'd mind, Manager Song."

Song Guowei chuckled dryly and said, "As long as you're not worried about getting hurt if we end up in a scuffle, I have no objection if you want to come."

"Then thank you very much, Manager Song!"

Zhang Yong hurriedly replied.

On one hand, he genuinely wanted to see the spectacle; on the other, he naturally hoped to use this opportunity to draw closer to both Song Guowei and Ning Wangshu.

As for anything else, he wasn't too concerned.

If even a Big Boss like Song Guowei wasn't panicking and was personally leading people there, what did he have to fear?

Besides, times were different now. Both sides were people of standing; no matter what, they wouldn't really go for the kill.

Seeing that Zhang Yong also wanted to come along, Ning Wangshu couldn't be bothered to switch cars, so he said, "Alright, then I'll just keep riding in Manager Zhang's car."

"That works too!"

Song Guowei nodded.

With that, the group set off in their vehicles...

The drive took a full hour and then some.

By nearly eleven in the morning, Ning Wangshu and the others finally arrived at a mining area.

Just as they reached the entrance of the mining zone, they saw several cars blocking the gate, and on both sides, no fewer than twenty or thirty people were sitting under sun umbrellas.

Seeing cars approaching, those people immediately stood up and walked forward with hostile expressions. Leading them was a young man around thirty, along with another man in his forties, dressed in black form-fitting clothes, with a fierce look on his face.

After parking by the roadside, Song Guowei and the others got out. Ning Wangshu and Zhang Yong also stepped out and came to Song Guowei's side.

"Brother Ning, that man in black is Wu Shengtian!"

Song Guowei said to Ning Wangshu beside him.

Hu Guangji already knew who the opponent was, so Song Guowei didn't need to introduce him again.

Ning Wangshu nodded slightly. When he got out of the car, he had already noticed that man and could tell at a glance that his cultivation had reached the Ninth Layer of the Qi Refining Stage.

That cultivation was far higher than Hu Guangji's.

Hu Guangji's cultivation was merely at the Seventh Layer of the Qi Refining Stage; the gap was quite significant.

As for what Hu Guangji had mentioned earlier about "Innate" or not, Ning Wangshu didn't understand how Earth's martial artists divided their cultivation realms.

Thus, he could only measure them by the standards of cultivators.

"Oh, if it isn't Manager Song! I didn't expect you to come in person today, tsk tsk..."

At that moment, the young man in his early thirties walked forward with a smile, his eyes carrying a hint of mockery and amusement as he looked at Song Guowei.

Song Guowei frowned and snorted coldly, "Qi Tianlei, don't be too arrogant! It's not just your Qi Family that can find martial arts masters to back you up."

"I'll give you three minutes. Get your people out of here immediately, or don't blame me for being rude!"

"Pfft..."

Hearing Song Guowei's words, Qi Tianlei suddenly let out a derisive laugh, his face full of scorn. He said slowly, "Rude? I'd like to know exactly how Manager Song plans to be rude."

As he spoke, the black-clothed man beside him, Wu Shengtian, stepped forward two paces and stared coldly at Song Guowei.

Song Guowei immediately gave Hu Guangji a meaningful glance.

Hu Guangji nodded slightly and also stepped forward, facing off against Wu Shengtian from a distance.

"Qi Tianlei, I'll give you one last chance. Take your Qi Family people and get lost right now!" Song Guowei said coldly.

"Heh..."

Qi Tianlei let out a light laugh and said flatly, "Song Guowei, Song Guowei, this time our Qi Family is determined to take back these mines!"

"I'd also like to see if this so-called martial arts master you've found can actually defeat Master Wu!"

Clearly, he was full of confidence in Wu Shengtian.

"So there's no room for negotiation?"

Song Guowei raised an eyebrow, then directly addressed Hu Guangji: "Master Hu, I'll trouble you to make a move then!"

"Very well, Manager Song, rest assured, Mr. Hu will give it his full strength!"

Hu Guangji clasped his fists, then stepped forward, fixing his gaze on Wu Shengtian and said arrogantly: "Wu Shengtian, I've heard of your reputation, and I know you're a Xiantian expert."

"But I, Mr. Hu, am no worse than you—I too have entered the Xiantian Realm!"

With that, Hu Guangji directly unleashed the formidable aura of a Xiantian Martial Artist.

Instantly, whether it was Song Guowei and his men or Qi Tianlei and those across from him, everyone felt a powerful oppressive force bearing down on them, as if a heavy boulder had suddenly pressed onto their bodies.

For a moment, Qi Tianlei and the subordinates behind him all changed expression, staring at Hu Guangji in shock.

Meanwhile, Song Guowei and his several bodyguards broke into delighted smiles.

"This Master Hu truly lives up to his reputation as a martial arts master—just this aura alone makes it hard to breathe!" Song Guowei praised.

The bodyguards behind him nodded in awe as well.

Only Ning Wangshu glanced at Hu Guangji, then let out a soft laugh, thinking to himself: "This Hu Guangji thinks that just because he's stepped into the so-called Xiantian Realm, he can match his opponent."

"Little does he know, the gap between their cultivation levels is far from small."

"But that's fine—Hu Guangji absolutely cannot be a match for him. That way, the Fifty Million will be mine for the taking."

Thinking this, a smile crept onto Ning Wangshu's face.

If he made a move, Song Guowei would have to pay him a full Fifty Million in compensation!

With that money, living with his younger sister in the mortal world would be more than enough.

Just as everyone was marveling, Wu Shengtian, sensing the Xiantian aura radiating from Hu Guangji, suddenly grinned.

He looked askance at Hu Guangji and said contemptuously: "Just a mere First Level of Xiantian cultivation, and you dare claim you're no worse than me? He, who gave you the courage!"

"Today, I'll show you that even among Xiantian, there's a world of difference!"

With that, Wu Shengtian suddenly moved.

The next moment, his entire form seemed to blur into an afterimage as he charged forward.

At the same time, he clenched his right fist, and an overwhelmingly fierce and domineering aura burst forth as he slammed a heavy punch straight at Hu Guangji...

Feeling the astonishing force erupting from Wu Shengtian's punch, Hu Guangji was startled!

"Not good!"

He cried out inwardly, hurriedly raising his arm to block...