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As the third young master of the Huo Family was about to finish speaking, a shadowy figure, ghostlike, gradually materialized out of thin air.

Everyone's pupils shrank sharply, somewhat disbelieving their own eyes.

"Where did that person come from?"

"Can that person become invisible?"

No one answered their questions; the ghostlike man, whose age was indeterminate, was thin and small.

The man was dressed in black, clutching a sharp dagger in his right hand, and without any discernible movement, he seemed to transform into a gust of wind, attacking Li Xiaoyao.

In the blink of an eye, the man had reached Li Xiaoyao, the dagger in his hand sharp and swiping through the air towards Li Xiaoyao's neck.

"Buzz~"

The dagger moved swiftly, the air itself trembling with its speed.

The third young master of the Huo Family, with his arms around two curvaceous young starlets, was fondling them as if Li Xiaoyao was already a sure win.

"Ding!"

A sound of metal clashing caught the third young master of the Huo Family's attention, and when he looked over, he saw the man's dagger, just half an inch from Li Xiaoyao's throat, blocked by a single finger from Li Xiaoyao.

The young master's pupils constricted, and for a moment, he stood there, stupefied.

The force behind the man's dagger strike was enough to slice a half-meter-thick steel plate in two, yet it had been blocked by Li Xiaoyao's finger.

What in the world was this man's body made of? Could it truly compare to steel?

The man was profoundly shocked himself, his stoic face revealing a trace of astonishment.

"Not bad strength, but that's all," Li Xiaoyao commented lightly, his fingers slowly spreading to catch the dagger in his palm.

The man's eyes widened, disbelieving as he watched Li Xiaoyao's hand.

The dagger, forged from Cron alloy, seemed like paper in Li Xiaoyao's hand as he crumpled it into a ball of scrap.

In the hall filled with cultivators who had come to attend the Huo Family's annual meeting, all were greatly shocked, daring not to even breathe too heavily.

"Escape!"

The man inwardly shouted, the strength of Li Xiaoyao instilling fear in him, and he turned to flee.

But before he could make a move, he found, to his horror, that he had lost control over his body, as if it were bound by an invisible force, immobilizing him completely.

In the hall, where a needle drop could be heard, the guests only saw the man, formerly swift as a shadow, now balanced on one foot with his right hand outstretched, frozen as though he were a wax statue, utterly motionless.

But his face was filled with the fear of wanting to escape from this place.

Li Xiaoyao casually tossed the now useless dagger on the ground and extended his right index finger, lightly touching it to the frightened man's forehead.

The atmosphere in the entire hall was incredibly eerie, and everyone held their breath, eyes not blinking as they watched Li Xiaoyao's movement.

"Puh!"

A stream of vigor shot out from the fingertip, leaving a bloody hole in the man's forehead. The man's head was thrown back from the impact, his eyes instantly losing their color, collapsing lifelessly to the ground.

"Bang!"

As the man's body hit the floor, guests could no longer hold back their screams, and chaos ensued in the hall.

Ninety percent of the guests were ordinary people, some of whom had heard of Martial Artists and Cultivators, but even those who had, had never witnessed such a bloody scene.

A living life had just been mercilessly taken away, and even those rich businessmen and young masters accustomed to grand scenes, at this moment, the only thing remaining in their hearts was fear.

Lisa's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Li Xiaoyao, wondering when this guy had become so formidable.

At the entrance, Young Master Huo swallowed hard, his hands, which had been holding a young starlet's chest, now shaking uncontrollably. He looked around and shouted, "What the fuck are you all staring at? Shoot him!"

The bodyguards snapped out of it and formed a circle around Li Xiaoyao.

Young Master Huo suppressed the fear in his heart and said with a sinister look, "No matter if you're a Martial Artist or Cultivator, in the face of power, you're still at my mercy..."

The rest of his words, like a fishbone, stuck in his throat and he couldn't get them out.

Looking at the eerie scene before him, he no longer knew how to express the terror in his heart.

The bullets seemed to freeze in mid-air, stopping all around Li Xiaoyao's body.

Li Xiaoyao's eyes were cold as he lightly uttered one word, "Die!"

The fear in the guests' hearts had reached its peak, and they ran frantically towards the exit of the hall; Young Master Huo also planned to escape in the chaos.

Li Xiaoyao took a step and instantly appeared at the entrance of the hall, causing everyone who saw him to retreat again.

Young Master Huo stumbled back several steps, while Li Xiaoyao steadily approached him.

The Ren Family's eldest in the crowd felt their hearts in their throats, filled with both regret and fear.

They could never have imagined that Li Xiaoyao's search for the Huo Family was actually meant to deal with them.

No matter the outcome today, the Ren Family was destined to be tied to Li Xiaoyao.

Before today, the eldest of the Ren Family had been looking forward to being in the same boat as Li Xiaoyao, but Li Xiaoyao's crazy actions had filled him with fear.

This young man with terrifying strength also had a first-rate ability to attract trouble.

Young Master Huo's voice trembled as he said, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm the third young master of the Huo Family, you can't kill me."

"I won't kill you."

Upon hearing this, Young Master Huo's eyes lit up with relief, experiencing the relaxation of a narrow escape from death.

Before he could get too happy, Li Xiaoyao added, "I'll give you half an hour, go ahead and make calls. Summon everyone you can, and after half an hour, I'll start killing."

Young Master Huo's body trembled, and he hurriedly pulled out his phone, saying, "Second Uncle, where are you? There's trouble, someone's causing a scene in the first-floor hall... Ah Ying? He's been killed..."

After the call ended, the fear in Young Master Huo's heart was slightly alleviated. He could tell that the young man who had appeared out of nowhere to cause trouble was incredibly arrogant.

If he wanted to kill him, he certainly wouldn't be able to resist, yet he arrogantly allowed him to call for help.

Could it be that he really didn't know what kind of terrifying power the Huo Family wielded in Zhu Island City?

Time passed by every second, and the hundreds of guests in the hall were now all huddled together, not daring to utter a word.

More than ten minutes later, a loud voice was heard from outside.

"Who dares to cause trouble at the Huo Family's annual meeting?" The man, in his thirties, had a noble appearance and extraordinary demeanor, dressed in a suit, walking into the hall with several men of similar age.

Seeing the newcomer, Young Master Huo's heart lifted: "Second Brother!"