Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

"Brothers, whoever helps me tear this bastard apart today, I, Qian Qiang, will owe you a personal favor!"

Everyone already wanted to tear Zhao Dong limb from limb, and Qian Qiang's words simply acted as a catalyst. Without the slightest hesitation, the young masters stepped forward, unleashing their cultivation fluctuations. Incredibly, dozens of Master-level experts released their power at once. With strength in numbers, Qian Qiang's ego swelled as they all prepared to strike.

He pointed at Zhao Dong's nose and sneered, "Kid, if you know what's good for you, kneel and apologize now. Then get out of here, and I, Qian Qiang, might just spare you.

"Otherwise, when we lay our hands on you, you'll lose more than just face!"

Zhao Dong sighed helplessly. "Qian Qiang, is it? What is wrong with you?"

"I've never provoked you, yet you seem so keen on looking for a beating?"

"Never provoked me?" Qian Qiang sneered. "I'm enacting Heaven's justice! What the hell does it matter whether you've provoked me or not?"

"You should take a good look at yourself. You're just tarnishing Yurou's reputation by being with her, understand? Trash like you should stay in the lower rungs of society instead of coming here to make a fool of yourself!"

Qian Qiang was quite pleased with his performance, but Zhao Dong's face was a mask of disdain. After listening to Qian Qiang's tirade, he simply let out a short, mocking laugh.

Heh!?

Qian Qiang was stunned. He had spat out so many vicious words, only to be met with a laugh? What was that supposed to mean? Contempt? Disdain?

In an instant, Qian Qiang was utterly enraged.

"You motherfucker, die!"

With that, Qian Qiang threw a punch. Seeing him make his move, the surrounding young masters didn't hesitate, launching their own fists and feet toward Zhao Dong.

Seeing this, the young ladies and the men who hadn't joined in all shook their heads.

"This kid is far too arrogant. With his low status, he should have just learned to bow his head. As long as he was willing to do that, with Miss Su protecting him, he would have been fine."

"Exactly. Not only did he refuse to bow his head, but he had to put on airs and provoke everyone. He brought this on himself."

"The Su Family is powerful, but with so many young masters attacking him, who could the Su Family possibly hold responsible, even if they beat him to death?"

"Arrogant people get what they deserve. Maybe he'll learn his lesson in the next life."

Everyone sighed and shook their heads, convinced that Zhao Dong's death was certain.

But in the next moment, their eyes widened, their mouths gaping open wide enough to fit an egg!

Just as their attacks were about to land, Zhao Dong's figure vanished. A lightning-fast afterimage flickered through the crowd, followed by a series of muffled thuds, flying bodies, and piercing screams!

Ten seconds later, the dust settled.

Zhao Dong stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking like a deity. Strewn around him were dozens of young masters, wailing for their parents. Qian Qiang's face had been beaten and swollen like a pig's head, and he knelt before Zhao Dong like a half-dead dog.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

"Get out within one minute, or none of you will leave here alive!"

Zhao Dong's icy voice snapped everyone back to reality. The young masters on the ground were still screaming in pain, but the bone-chilling killing intent radiating from Zhao Dong was far more terrifying than any physical agony. Rich heirs might care about face, but they cherish their lives even more. After all, with their immense fortunes, they understood the joys of being alive all too well.

Without the slightest hesitation, they scrambled to their feet and fled. Qian Qiang did the same, but as he reached the door, he spat out a final threat.

"Zhao Dong! You're fucking ruthless!"

"If you've got the balls, just you wait! I'm going to find someone to kill you!"

The departure of a few dozen young masters hardly thinned the crowd at such a large ball, but once they were gone, the remaining guests finally processed what had just happened.

"That kid is actually a cultivator?"

"To take out dozens of cultivators on his own, including more than ten Masters... he must be a Great Grandmaster of at least the second layer!"

"A Great Grandmaster this young truly has some power. No wonder Miss Su has taken a liking to him. It seems we all misjudged him."

"Hmph! So what if he's a second-layer Great Grandmaster? In Provincial City, that's hardly considered formidable!"

"Exactly. Qian Qiang's cousin, Qian Li, is the head of Fuhu Martial Hall. He's said to be a sixth-layer Great Grandmaster. I bet Qian Qiang has gone to find him!"

"Holy shit! If he really brings Qian Li here, that kid is as good as dead!"

"Tsk, tsk. He'd better get out of here fast, or it'll be too late."

Zhao Dong couldn't be bothered with the crowd's chatter. He walked over to a nearby table, picked up a plate, and began to eat and drink as if nothing had happened. The onlookers were now wary of him, and no one dared to approach and cause trouble, wisely giving him a wide berth.

Zhao Dong was quite content with this. He was only here to complete his mission, and the fact that he could eat and drink was just a bonus. As for the opinions of these insignificant people, he didn't give them a second thought. If Qian Qiang and his cronies hadn't been so insistent on picking a fight, he wouldn't have even bothered to lift a finger.

A short while later, Su Yurou came downstairs with a few other young noblewomen. With a single glance, she sensed that the atmosphere was wrong. The once-lively hall was now strangely quiet. Although people were still conversing in low voices, their eyes kept darting toward Zhao Dong, who was eating and drinking by himself with a ten-meter empty space around him. The floor also showed faint signs of a struggle, indicating that something had recently occurred.

Su Yurou hurried to Zhao Dong's side and asked with concern, "Mr. Zhao, did something happen just now?"

Zhao Dong put down his plate and smiled. "It was nothing. I just shooed away some flies."

Flies?

Su Yurou wanted to ask more, but Zhao Dong clearly had no intention of elaborating.

Just then, a woman from the crowd suddenly called out, "Miss Su, you should take Mr. Zhao and leave quickly!"

"He just had a conflict with Qian Qiang. We think he has definitely gone to get his cousin, Qian Li, for revenge!"

"That Qian Li is a sixth-layer Great Grandmaster! If he comes, Mr. Zhao will be in grave danger!"

Zhao Dong was already handsome, and the way he had fought was effortlessly cool. As the saying goes, beauties have a soft spot for heroes. This display of strength had naturally changed how many of the young ladies saw him, which is why one of them kindly spoke up with a warning.

Hearing this, Su Yurou immediately panicked.

"What? A sixth-layer Great Grandmaster?" She turned to Zhao Dong and pleaded, "Mr. Zhao, a sixth-layer Great Grandmaster is no joke! We really should get out of here now!"

Zhao Dong shook his head, his expression calm. "A mere sixth-layer Great Grandmaster is nothing to panic about."

Nothing to panic about? At his words, everyone in the vicinity was completely dumbfounded.

"Is this kid insane? We kindly warned him, and he's still putting on such an act?"

"Does he really think he's invincible just because he beat a few Masters? Doesn't he know that for Great Grandmasters, every single layer represents a whole new level of power?"