"Your turn!"

Everyone was stunned, their eyes wide open. Just who was this young man, to take down Old Three in an instant, leaving him powerless?

Crack! The sound of bone breaking made everyone shiver.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Yan had disabled Old Three's hand and foot.

An expert at the Yellow Stage, Eighth Rank, was no match for this young man!

No one doubted that if Old Three hadn't struck first, he wouldn't even have had the chance to make a move.

"Ah!" Old Three finally felt the excruciating pain and screamed in agony.

"Don't rush, we're not done yet!" Tang Yan said calmly, as if discussing something trivial, lifting his foot and aiming for Old Three's groin.

Thud! No one was sure whether it was the sound of an egg breaking, but all the men, including Chang Ying, felt a cold chill between their legs.

"Ah!" Old Three let out another soul-shattering scream, his head slumping as he fainted.

"Uncle, do I have the right to rob you?" Tang Yan asked with a smile.

Gulp

At this moment, Qing Lang had to swallow hard.

Even though he was at the Xuan Stage, First Rank, he couldn’t fathom how someone so young could defeat Old Three with a single move. What kind of terrifying strength did this young man have?

What unnerved Qing Lang further was Tang Yan’s brutal approach. Even someone like him, who had lived a bloody life, felt a sense of dread.

But Qing Lang soon noticed that Tang Yan didn’t seem to have reached the Xuan Stage, which somewhat reassured him. His eyes narrowed. "Little brother, as the saying goes, a gentleman doesn’t take what isn’t his. Since I killed this White Wolf King, it’s mine. If you want it, you can buy it from me. But if you try to take it by force, my backup won’t let you."

Although Qing Lang’s tone was still tough, he no longer carried the arrogance he had at the beginning.

A young man with such strength, along with the fact that Wan Fei was already at the Xuan Stage, Second Rank, made Qing Lang realize that even if he won, the victory would be costly.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Tang Yan cursed, "Didn't you hear me? This White Wolf King is my pet. Since you admit you killed it, you should compensate me!"

A third-tier spirit beast that could understand human speech and follow my commands is worth a fortune. Out of kindness, I won’t ask for much—just three million taels of silver."

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Pff!

Qing Lang felt as though he might vomit blood.

He had always been arrogant, and people often described him as domineering. But now, when compared to Tang Yan, who was standing before him, who was truly unreasonable?

The White Wolf King was his pet? He wasn’t sad that it was dead, and on top of that, he just took the beast core without hesitation? And now he wanted compensation, asking for three million taels of silver? Was this for real?

If Qing Lang had three million taels, why would he risk his life to come all the way here?

"It seems, little brother, that you’re not willing to give me face," Qing Lang’s voice grew colder, his blood beginning to boil. "Since you insist, don’t blame me for not showing mercy. Brothers, go!"

The remaining four were conflicted. Originally, they thought they had the advantage with only Wan Fei and Chang Ying to deal with. But then this young man appeared out of nowhere, and in a single move, he had crippled Old Three.

They knew Old Three’s strength—he was a genuine Yellow Stage, Eighth Rank expert. No one dared to charge at this young man.

And Wan Fei, though injured, was still a true Xuan Stage, Second Rank expert, someone they couldn't take lightly.

"Second, Fourth, and Fifth, go deal with this kid. I’ll take care of that woman. Sixth, finish off Chang Ying. Let’s make it quick!" Qing Lang quickly gave orders, his tone confident despite the uncertainty.

"Kill!" The three men immediately rushed toward Tang Yan.

Tang Yan was not flustered. Having fought against over a thousand wolves, he was more than capable of handling this.

Moreover, both in terms of strength and skill, he had a significant advantage.

With a deep breath, Tang Yan didn’t even use martial techniques. He relied solely on the combat skills he had honed while fighting wolves.

Bang, bang, bang! Tang Yan landed three punches. The first struck one man’s wrist, blocking his attack. Then, with lightning speed, he pressed forward and landed a second punch to the man’s throat.

The throat is a vital point. After the first punch, this man fell unconscious, but Tang Yan didn’t hesitate to land another heavy punch to his chest.

This wasn’t excessive; it was learned from experience. In the wild, wolves that found themselves outmatched would often play dead after a single blow, waiting for an opportunity to strike again.

Having been caught off guard before, Tang Yan wasn’t about to make the same mistake. The first man was left unconscious, uncertain whether he was dead or alive.

Meanwhile, Old Fourth was already behind Tang Yan, swinging a heavy knife at him.

Tang Yan, almost as if he had eyes on the back of his head, stepped back with a graceful movement, shifting to the side just in time.

Bang, bang, bang! Three more punches landed on Old Fourth’s vital points. Blood poured from his mouth as he collapsed to the ground.

Two powerful opponents had fallen in front of this young man, who made it look effortless. Old Fifth, who had been hesitant, now trembled at the sight.

"Enough talking, lie down and rest!" Tang Yan moved swiftly, landing several more heavy punches to knock Old Fifth unconscious.

The others, watching in awe, could hardly believe what they were seeing. This young man had completely changed the situation.

Long Ying and Wan Fei, seeing what had happened, were filled with joy, while the remaining two members of Qing Lang’s group were pale with fear.

How could they fight with such a terrifying person on their side?

"Uncle, are you going to pay the three million or not?" Tang Yan sat down casually, calling out, "Look at you, with your poor appearance. I’m guessing you can't afford it."

Qing Lang was beyond frustrated, unable to express his feelings. Who was this monster, and how did he end up on the opposite side?

"Since you don’t have the money, then you’ll have to pay with your life. Big Aunt, even though you're injured, you’re still strong. Don’t be afraid. You can definitely defeat him. Look at Qing Lang’s right side—there’s a gap. Strike there with all your might."