Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

0It was a young man with a pale complexion and an excessive amount of alcohol on his skin. Two old men followed closely behind him. When they saw their subordinates lying on the ground, they were immediately enraged.    

    

"Good, very good! You actually dare to touch my men. Capture him!"    

    

He had followed his grandfather here today, and upon hearing that he was going to chase away the tourists, he felt that it would be more fun, so he joined in, but he didn't expect that there would actually be people who would resist.    

    

However, the people that charged forward hadn't even made a move when they were all lying on the ground. The two elders that followed the young man looked at each other and revealed shocked expressions as they whispered to the young man.    

    

"No, go get someone, we have to capture them."    

    

His facial features were almost hideous. Normally, whoever dared to offend him, even the so-called Dark Eighth Young Emperor would have to respectfully call him Second Young Master when he saw him. How could he tolerate such a thing happening to him now?    

    

Looking at an old man walking away, Zhang Yang smiled lazily, he slowly walked forward and said, "This second generation of yours is not very capable, your temper is not small, it seems like you are used to dominating others, but before your people come, you better obediently lie on the ground for your father."    

    

Zhang Yang slowly walked over. That harmless smile caused the old man beside the young man's expression to change. He quickly rushed forward.    

    

Who knew that Zhang Yang would miss him lightly. He turned around and punched him, causing him to be blown away. He spat out blood and fell to the ground. Then, Zhang Yang came to the side of the young man and asked, "Which one are you?"    

    

"This Young Master … "It's Ferid's family …" At this moment, he was already acting tough, but inside, his voice was trembling.    

    

"I've never heard of it, just lie down for me first." Zhang Yang lightly patted him on the shoulder. The young master's leg and stomach immediately turned and his body became like a sieve as he obediently laid on the ground.    

    

"My grandfather is …"    

    

"I know, it's just an old monkey!" Zhang Yang casually walked around. Among them, several of his feet stepped on Zhang Yang's face, which immediately attracted the wails and howls of ghosts.    

    

"My grandpa is Emperor Throne …"    

    

"Shut up, be more honest, it's so noisy." Zhang Yang ordered casually as he stomped his feet.    

    

Immediately, the group of men on the ground went silent.    

    

"Still too slow. Where are your people? Since you know I'm here, why are you still hiding?"    

    

Upon hearing these words, the second generation ancestor was on the verge of tears. Even if he was arrogant and was ignorant of the affairs of the world, he knew that this person was definitely a prodigy who had come to cause trouble.    

    

In the distance, the tourists who had been chased away felt relieved.    

    

Suddenly.    

    

There were seven or eight luxurious Flying Car flying over, and among them, there was an extremely unique and rugged black Flying Car that was being supported within.    

    

The second generation ancestor revealed a look of joy. That black Flying Car was his grandfather's carriage, and the surrounding Flying Car were all different as well.    

    

"What did you say you are Emperor Throne?" Zhang Yang suddenly asked.    

    

The second generation ancestor ignored Zhang Yang and suddenly shouted, "Grandfather, save me …"    

    

The Flying Car in the sky quickly swung its tail, and slowly descended.    

    

Seeing such an imposing manner, the surrounding park visitors were immediately filled with reverence and retreated.    

    

"It's quite grand." Zhang Yang had a faint smile on his face as he stepped on the second generation ancestor's head and watched more than ten people in black robes jump down from above.    

    

In this era, only a few people would wear robes, such as the Martial Arts Family, Merit Family, the Dark Council, the Divine Staff of the Holy Church, as well as the scammer Emperor Throne. Among these people, there weren't many good people, but their status was definitely much higher than ordinary people.    

    

"Does the famous Zhang Yang know how to bully the weak?" The leader of the group first sneered, then said, "We're already here. Let them go."    

    

Seeing that Zhang Yang was not moved, his eyebrows slightly knitted, but he did not flare up, and instead said, "Looks like you still do not know our identities. We are the 'Emperor Throne' of Underground World Order, Zhang Yang, this time we came with sincerity, you killed two Dark Eighth Young Emperor in a row, you probably do not want to see our Emperor Throne order all the underground forces to give you the order to kill you, right?"    

    

Zhang Yang laughed lightly and said, "What about the others, are they shameful?"    

    

After saying that, he finally let go of the second generation ancestor at his feet. This guy scrambled to run over, and was just about to shout out in anger, but suddenly, his face changed. He glared fiercely at Zhang Yang, and then jumped into the black Flying Car in the middle.    

    

"Aren't we enough?" The middle-aged man stared at Zhang Yang and said, "Since the establishment of Emperor Throne, no one has ever enjoyed such treatment."    

    

Although 'Emperor Throne' belongs to the Underground World, he has the same special status as Judgment Station, he is not subject to the jurisdiction of any country, he is not subject to the constraints of any country, and he has his own set of rules. This rule, whether it is the federal government or Judgment Station, have no rights to infiltrate.    

    

The existence of Judgment Station sanctioned all heresy, and protected the peace of the world of light. Emperor Throne was an absolute authority in Underground World, and all the large and small forces in the order of Underground World all recognized the existence of this authority.    

    

Dark Eighth Young Emperor came from Emperor Throne's competition that was held every three years. Once he stood out, he would enjoy the super benefits that people envied him for.    

    

Within the Underground World, no one dared to question Emperor Throne's authority, just like how no one in the light world would question the authority of the Judgment Station.    

    

No one in Underground World would be stupid enough to provoke Emperor Throne. Compared to Judgment Station, the degree of bloodshed was even more severe.    

    

"All of you, come down. Today, I have come here to settle some matters, so I have no time to talk with you all."    

    

The ten plus black-cloaked people were slightly angered when they heard this. They were just about to speak when their expressions changed. They bowed at the same time and took two steps back.    

    

Weng! *    

    

The rear cabin door slowly opened, and more than ten people walked down, all dressed in long robes. The Patriarch of the Bloody Killing Bai Family Clan, Bai Rui, the Wind God Manor Elder Wu Xingfeng, and the Sky Tyrant Villa's Emperor Throne, Su Yu, were among them.    

    

No one said a word, they all looked at Zhang Yang at the first moment.    

    

Is this the guy? Was it this guy who looked to be only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, who had a light smile on his face and had a harmless expression, who had extinguished his Wind God Manor and even involved his Bai Family?    

    

Everyone had different thoughts. The only thing they had in common was their hostility, especially Bai Rui and Wu Xingfeng. Their eyes were sharp like knives, and they really wanted to rush over and tear Zhang Yang into pieces.    

    

Instantly.    

    

On the other hand, Zhang Yang's expression did not change as his eyes swept across Bai Rui and the rest's faces.    

    

"I have long heard of Zhang Yang's name. Seeing him today, his reputation is indeed well-deserved. Furthermore, he is much younger than I imagined. Truly, he is worthy of admiration and admiration."    

    

A voice came out, from within the Flying Car walked out a black robed old man. The old man had an ordinary appearance, but he had the aura of someone in power.    

    

Without even seeing him move, an oval table with a palm appeared out of thin air in front of him. Red wine and delicacies were placed on it, and around it were over ten red wooden chairs.    

    

"Choosing a sun is better than meeting a sun, choosing a time is better than encountering a sun!"    

    

The elder had a smile on his face and appeared to be quite cultured. He extended his hand and made a gesture, "Young man, please sit. I think we should talk in good faith."    

    

Zhang Yang smiled lightly and walked over in vain! A gust of wind blew past, followed by a buzz.    

    

Everyone in the field was startled, they immediately looked towards the direction of the voice, only to see a red Flying Car quickly approaching from the distance.    

    

The speed was extremely fast, and there was an ear-piercing boom.    

    

"How dare you!"    

    

Seeing that the Flying Car was about to enter the field, the old man shouted out with a gloomy face.    

    

The red Flying Car did not stop but instead sped up. With a sou sound, it swung its tail arrogantly at the group and stopped on Zhang Yang's right side in the blink of an eye.    

    

Swish!    

    

Everyone in the field stared at the Flying Car, wondering who was so daring to act so impudently here. What was even more surprising was that the Flying Car's car was stuck close to Zhang Yang's waist, and he did not move at all.    

    

Regardless of whether it was the old man in black robe or Wu Xingfeng, when they saw this scene, they could not help but reevaluate Zhang Yang.    

    

"I would like to see who has the guts to do so."    

    

The old man's face did not look good. Just now, the active atmosphere he controlled had been destroyed. It was obvious that the other party had done it on purpose.    

    

Zhang Yang was also very curious. There were so many arrogant guys these days, not just him.    

    

The door of the car opened and a burly figure jumped down!    

    

When Zhang Yang saw everyone, he couldn't help but call out in his heart, "What a man."    

    

This man had a majestic body, almost no weaker than Ling Biao of the 500-man team. He was even more developed than Ling Biao's pectoral muscles.    

    

His shoulders were broad like a tiger's back and waist, and his brown curly hair hung loose, giving him a wild appearance. His square face, wide chin, and sharp facial contours made him look like a tiger with a lion's head!    

    

Walking like a dragon, he didn't need to say anything. He naturally gave off the feeling of walking close to a mountain. He ignored everyone and walked directly in front of Zhang Yang. With a thick and deep voice, he said, "Please get in the car!"    

    

Before Zhang Yang could say anything, a dozen or so guys in black robes rushed over from behind him and surrounded him.    

    

In the end, this super strong guy's second sentence almost made Zhang Yang sit on the ground.    

    

"What, so many people want to bully a weak girl like me?"    

    

Puff!    

    

Zhang Yang was the first to burst out laughing.    

    

A strong man? Weak girl?    

    

F * ck, no wonder I feel even more developed than Ling Xiong's pectoral muscles.    

    

The black-robed men who were rushing over were also stunned, but they quickly reacted.    

    

"Release …"    

    

One of them took a step forward, and just as he opened his mouth to speak, the superwoman turned around and casually waved her hands. Her large hands grabbed his head, and it was so big that it was almost completely wrapped in her palm.    

    

"Let him go, who are you!"    

    

When the other black-cloaked men saw that their captain had been subdued by this fellow, they shouted in succession.    

    

The woman suddenly laughed and did not reply. She held the man's head with one hand and fiercely pressed it down like a hammer. With a bang, the man fell heavily onto the ground. He did not even make a sound as he directly went limp.    

    

"What a good woman, if she stood together for Ling Biao, she would really be a perfect match …" Zhang Yang's face was filled with interest.    

    

"It's just brute force!"    

    

Suddenly, a voice was heard. As the elder who was sitting on the chair and talking, an extremely powerful aura was emitted from his body and directly attacked the woman.    

    

The woman's face darkened, but her mouth did not stop talking. "You're just an old man, that's all."    

    

Crack    

    

Their auras clashed formlessly, and the air around them twisted and warped, creating a series of whooshing sounds.    

    

"Scram!"    

    

The old man suddenly let out a loud shout, and his aura suddenly burst forth. It seemed as if he had triggered the surrounding forces to rush towards the female warrior and crush her.    

    

"Scram!"    

    

The woman's tiger-like eyes widened as she clenched her fists. She punched out towards the void like lightning, as if she was going to pull out all the air in the surroundings.    

    

The old man snorted. Although he did not stand up, he moved the chair back a few centimeters. The woman gave a muffled groan and took three steps back.    

    

The woman didn't pay any more attention to the old man. Instead, she turned around and faced Zhang Yang as she repeated, "Please get on the carriage. My family's lord is here to invite you."    

    

"Who is your master?" Zhang Yang was a bit amused.    

    

"There." As the woman spoke, she raised her thick arm and pointed to the right.    

    

Following the direction he was looking, he saw a vague shadow of a person in a pavilion in the distance. The person's appearance could not be clearly seen, and neither male nor female could be distinguished.    

    

"What a big show of arrogance." The elder suddenly laughed coldly, "Who is your lord? I am very curious about the person who dared to steal from me."    

    

However, just as his words landed on the ground, the surrounding air suddenly rippled, and then seemed as if a million sharp blades were tearing through the void.    

    

Pah pah pah!    

    

Cracks suddenly and strangely appeared on the table in front of the old man.    

0

    

At this moment, a voice came from the void.    

    

"Ferid, you are just a small deacon like Emperor Throne. You don't have the qualifications to be curious."    

    

The voice was strange, faint, flat, and straight. It sounded like an electronic voice, making it impossible to tell if the owner of the voice was a man or a woman.    

    

However, when he finished speaking, the old man who was originally sitting firmly on the chair suddenly stood up. He couldn't help but take three steps back. His face was filled with shock as he looked at the figure standing in the distant pavilion.    

    

"Just who are you!"    

    

The owner of the voice ignored him and said directly, "Zhang Yang, get on the car, I have something to discuss with you!"    

    

Everyone looked at Zhang Yang.    

    

Zhang Yang was stunned at first, but soon disappeared with a complicated look on his face. He smiled helplessly and turned around to scan the crowd, asking, "Is there a evil creature called Wu Xingfeng here?"    

    

Hearing this, the old man and the rest's eyes swept over Wu Xingfeng. As a Wind God Manor user, when had Emperor Throne ever been called a evil being by a young kid? Wu Xingfeng felt aggrieved in his heart as he stared fiercely at Zhang Yang.    

    

"I'm Wu Xingfeng, what do you want!"    

    

Wu Xingfeng could be said to hate Zhang Yang to the bone. All the Wind God Manor branches were paralyzed, all the experts were killed, all the white industry chains were sealed, and the famous Wind God Corporation only had him, the sole commander, and all of this was caused by the young man in front of them.    

    

Even in his dreams, he wanted to kill Zhang Yang, but he did not dare. Not to mention how powerful the power behind Zhang Yang was, just the identity given to him by Judgment Station was not something he could touch easily.    

    

Now, even idiots understood that Judgment Station wanted to take the opportunity to intervene and enter the Manor Order, and their Wind God Manor was this rising bird. If they were to kill Zhang Yang, it would be an even more sufficient reason for their Judgment Station to exist.    

    

However, he was truly unwilling. He could only glare fiercely, but his inner heart was so aggrieved that he wanted to vomit blood.    

    

At this moment, after hearing what Wu Xingfeng said, Zhang Yang ignored Wu Xingfeng and looked towards the elder. "I'm sorry, I will leave temporarily, but I will be back very soon!"    

    

After he finished, he didn't care if the others could accept it and went straight into the car.    

    

"You!"    

    

Seeing that scene, everyone's faces turned ugly. Wu Xingfeng was the one who bore the brunt of the impact. He thought Zhang Yang would still be able to speak, but who would have thought that he would be ignored. He felt like a clown.    

    

The super woman also got into the car. With a hum, the Flying Car quickly left.