"I am the acting dojo master of the martial arts dojo, Genben Chuanren," the old man said, his brow deeply furrowed as he stared coldly at An Qing.
"I don't need to know what you're called. I'll say it again: I want to see the bride."
"Hhmpf, take her down!" Genben Chuanren stood on no ceremony, directly ordering the pack of disciples behind him to draw their blades and charge.
An Qing flicked her sleeve...
Cold sweat streamed down everyone's faces!
Freak!
Those disciples could hardly be called experts, yet there were many of them, and they even knew a bit of array formations. To be wiped out just like that, effortlessly—how could it not make their hearts tremble?
Without lingering, An Qing swept a palm out toward Genben Chuanren and his company, directly driving the air ahead of her into motion as a terrifying wave surged forward like a breaker.
Genben Chuanren possessed the dignified strength of the Tianren Realm, yet he didn't have the slightest bit of resistance.
All the men outside were knocked flat, while Genben Chuanren was blasted flying, his body slamming into the main doors and crashing right through into the interior along with them.
Dozens of tables were set out on the flat ground in the center of the grand hall, and they were already packed with guests waiting for the banquet to begin.
Yet!
With such a massive commotion, they couldn't help but turn their heads or stand up to look toward the dojo entrance.
At the front of the pack, a young, homely Island Nation man dressed in aristocratic attire was struck squarely by the flying doors.
This scene left them utterly shocked, utterly baffled.
"Young Master Gushan? Are you alright?" A certain butler hurried to help the aristocratic noble up.
"I'm