Super War God in the City

Facing Sang Yang's questioning, Peng Xiong, rooted to the spot, suddenly found himself at a loss for words, unsure of how to reply.

"Damn it, I should have known better than to get involved in this mess!" Peng Xiong felt utterly frustrated in his heart.

To be honest, this matter had nothing to do with him, yet now he ended up looking like the mastermind behind it all.

Tan Hao noticed Peng Xiong's difficulty and sneered, "Peng Xiong, you've got some nerve, thinking you can take over the Central Sea all by yourself?

You want to wipe out the Dragon-Slaying Business Association, don't you? Come on then, wipe us out, and let's see how many days you can survive!"

Tan Hao firmly pinned the intention and the blame on Peng Xiong, not believing this guy would dare to mess around with the Sang Family backing him up.

If Sang Zhigang really got angry and used his power, he could obliterate the Tianlong Business Association in minutes.

The higher-ups tended to turn a blind eye to some of the underworld conflicts, but there was a bottom line; crossing it meant, sorry, your fate was in their hands—you lived if they wanted you to live, and you died if they wanted you dead.

And making a move against Sang Yang was definitely crossing Sang Zhigang's bottom line.

Upon hearing this, Peng Xiong took a deep breath. This was really not a good time to lose his temper, as Tan Hao's manipulations were all too clear to him after so many years in the business.

The bystanders watched the scene unfold in silence, none daring to make a peep; they didn't want to end up like Xu Sicong, that idiot.

Ling Fan scanned the crowd, snorted coldly, "Do you all think I'm invisible? Chairman Peng, step aside, this matter has nothing to do with you, I'll handle it!" Discover more content at My Virtual Library Empire

With that, Ling Fan stepped towards Sang Yang, looked down, and said, "Do you really think that just because you have my old man backing you, you can look down on everyone?"

Sang Yang lifted his head to meet Ling Fan's gaze, his eyes shooting out a venomous glare as he regained his composure.

With a sneer, he said, "Heh, what do you think..."

"Bang~Crack~"

Before he could finish, Ling Fan kicked him, sending him flying and breaking his ribs.

"You're far too confident, really thinking too highly of yourself," Ling Fan scoffed disdainfully.

This kick left the onlookers dumbstruck; dammit, the man was practically a madman.

Let's not even talk about others, even Peng Xiong couldn't help but shudder. Although it was Ling Fan's foot that kicked Sang Yang, it felt as though it had landed right on Peng Xiong's heart, startling a cold sweat out of him.

At that moment, Peng Ming scurried to Peng Xiong's side, saying smugly, "How about that, my boss is awesome, isn't he?"

Hearing this, Peng Xiong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, resisting the urge to kick Peng Ming. "Awesome my ass, he's just freaking suicidal!" thought Peng Xiong.

Even the Elders were in disarray, wondering where in the world their young master had found such a boss—surely a madman!

"It's over, it's over, the sky is falling, damn it, if Sang Zhigang lets this slide, I'll eat dirt," murmured someone from the crowd.

"Phew~"

A person nearby let out a heavy breath, as though a rock had been blocking their chest just a moment ago.

"I swear, this guy is dead meat; that kick might have felt good, but it also kicked away his own life," commented another deeply sighing.

Feng Shuya and the others struggled to swallow, keeping quiet. With Ling Fan there, they only had to watch.

Lying on the ground, Sang Yang had a vacant look in his eyes, the severe pain had numbed his whole nervous system!

"Fuck, cough cough... I swear you won't die a good death!" Sang Yang murmured to himself.

Amidst the astonished expressions of everyone around, Ling Fan casually took out his phone and dialed a number.

A moment later, the call connected, and a surprised voice came from the other end, "Beiming? What's the matter, for you to actually call me?"

"Old Ye, just giving you a heads up, Sang Zhigang's son has run into me, you deal with it!" Ling Fan said a few words indifferently into the phone.

"Uh... wait a second... click click..." Ye Long, holding the phone in the Northern Region military camp, was speechless.

After Ling Fan finished speaking, he hung up the phone, not having the time to bicker with him, and put away the phone right away.

However, at this moment, the hall was silent, everyone staring dumbfounded at Ling Fan.

"That guy's posture while making the call just now, looked so damn powerful. Does anyone know who he called?" someone in the crowd stammered.

"I must be hearing things, but it sounded like he was threatening Sang Zhigang just now? Goddamn, how can he be so arrogant? Blowing his own horn much, why doesn't he just fly to the sky!" Someone couldn't listen anymore.

Sang Yang, already in a state of confusion, became even more dazed, his expression turning to one of stupefaction as his eyes gradually filled with blood. He had lived for over twenty years, thinking himself unrivaled in arrogance and never bowing to anyone.

But today, after encountering Ling Fan, damn it, he was convinced. At least when it came to putting on airs, he, Sang Yang, was willing to admit defeat.

"Fine, fine, fine, I want to see if that soaring bull will fall and crush you to death later, threatening my dad? I fucking swear, I'll be watching closely!" Sang Yang grumbled through gritted teeth.

"Heh, don't be hasty, you'll see!" Ling Fan snorted with amusement and then turned his head to look at Tan Hao.

"Just now you were threatening this one, threatening that one, damn it, do you even know the situation you're in! I'm dominating the skies of Central Sea today, let's see how long I live, you're just a dog, I'd like to see if your master can protect you today!" Ling Fan said faintly.

On hearing this, Tan Hao was furious. He had heard everything clearly when Ling Fan was on the phone. Initially, he was seriously startled, but then he thought, this brat must be bluffing.

"Heh, you almost had me fooled just now with your arrogant talk, daring to threaten Lord Sang. Damn it, if you're really that awesome, I'll kneel down and call you my ancestor!" Tan Hao sneered.

"I don't have ungrateful descendants like you, so let's miss out on the ancestor part. I think it's better to send you off to meet King Yan!" Ling Fan said coolly, starting to walk step by step toward Tan Hao.

Seeing this, Tan Hao's breathing constricted, and he finally realized that the man before him was a fucking madman. Young Master Sang had already had his bones kicked to break; this guy might indeed dare to kill him.

"Kid, you'd better think thrice before you act and consider the consequences you'll have to face!" Tan Hao said, his voice trembling.

"I've never encountered consequences in this world that I couldn't handle, so you can rest easy on your journey!" Ling Fan's expression turned cold.

"Ling Fan!" A familiar, gentle female voice suddenly rang out in the hall.

Ling Fan was about to end Tan Hao, but he stopped in his tracks, quickly turning his head. Who else could it be but the Xiao Chubing he had been longing for day and night?

However, upon seeing the person next to Xiao Chubing, Ling Fan's face instantly darkened, his whole aura turning exceptionally cold and sinister, as it had never been before this day.

Xiao Chubing, who was about to rush over, was so frightened that she stood still in her spot, not daring to move. She had never felt such fear in front of Ling Fan before this day.

"What's wrong with him?" Xiao Chubing's heart wavered, her face pale as she muttered to herself.

Kern and Linda, standing beside her, were completely dumbfounded, exchanging bewildered looks with Ling Fan. The atmosphere suddenly fell into an awkward silence!

Ling Fan was just quietly staring at Kern, his eyes emanating a barely concealed murderous intent. He hadn't expected the man to find Xiao Chubing. This was his bottom line!

For a moment, in the silent hall, there was a deafening silence!