233 Creating A Stir

"Zhu Clan’s third young master?" Duan Ling Tian’s eyes narrowed into a line when he heard what the young man said. "You’re a member of the Zhu Clan?"

"Exactly. This Young Master’s father is the second master of the Zhu Clan, and the Zhu Clan’s Patriarch is my uncle. How about it, kid? Afraid? If you’re afraid, then hurry up and f**k off!"

Zhu Zhao held his chin high and looked down at Duan Ling Tian with a condescending gaze and a face full of arrogance and complacency.

He didn’t notice, however, that an indistinct smile had appeared on the corners of Duan Ling Tian’s mouth. It was the smile of joy a hunter would make he found his prey.

I’ll give you one more chance, f**k off!" Duan Ling Tian’s eyes went slightly cold, and he directed them straight at Zhu Zhao as he spoke with a tone that had an extra bit of oppressive force.

"You know this Young Master’s identity and you still dare ask this Young Master to f**k off?" Zhu Zhao was stupefied, then he revealed a savage expression and extended his hand, directly grabbing at Duan Ling Tian. "Since you aren't f**cking off, then let this Young Master assist you!"

When Zhu Zhao made his move, 10 ancient mammoth silhouettes appeared above him….

Seventh level of the Core Formation Stage!

"You're overestimating yourself!" Duan Ling Tian sneered, then he casually swung his arm. He only used the strength of 12 ancient mammoths to easily block Zhu Zhao’s attack and slap him down onto the ground.

"Ah!!" Zhu Zhao’s body that was weak from excessive venting of lust crashed onto the ground, and he emitted a shrill, sad, and miserable cry.

Zhu Zhao looked at the old man that followed behind him, then his face revealed a savage expression as he howled, "Uncle Ji, I want him dead!"

The old man looked at Duan Ling Tian and his eyes went cold, then he walked out in large strides. "Young man, there are some people that you can't afford to offend…. Once you do offend them, you have to pay the price!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man extended out his hand to descend upon Duan Ling Tian, desiring to grab Duan Ling Tian from his seat.

Above the old man, 100 ancient mammoths silhouettes condensed into form. He was shockingly a seventh level Origin Core martial artist.

The corners of Duan Ling Tian’s mouth curled into a sneer. He paid no attention to the old man. Instead, he looked at the attendant, who stood far away. "Hey! Why hasn’t our food come yet? Hurry up, we still have matters to attend to after we eat."

The surrounding customers in the restaurant were speechless.

This violet-clothed young man had actually completely disregarded the old man.

Right at the moment they thought Duan Ling Tian would be out of luck.

Xiong Quan, who stood behind Duan Ling Tian, moved close to the old man, then he casually slapped out his palm to smash onto the old man’s body, blasting the old man that was approaching in full fury. The old man fiercely collided with the wall and then fainted.

Above Xiong Quan, ancient mammoths silhouettes flashed before instantly vanishing, and no one clearly saw how many there actually were.

"So formidable! This middle-aged man is at least an existence at the ninth level of the Origin Core Stage!"

"No wonder the violet-clothed young man was so composed. So it turned out that he had such a powerhouse by his side, a powerhouse that could blast away a seventh level Origin Core martial artist with a single strike….Such ability is something that even an eighth level Origin Core martial artist is incapable of doing!"

"He’s surely an existence at the ninth level of the Origin Core Stage."

...

The surrounding customers couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.

"Customer, you’re food is here." Meanwhile, the attendant placed steaming hot dishes on Duan Ling Tian’s table.

The attendant slightly trembled with fear, as he never imagined that this generous young man would actually be so terrifying….

Even daring to bash the Zhu Clan’s Third Young Master!

Zhu Zhao was lying on the ground, struggling trying to stand up, but the aching pain that came from his body caused it to be difficult for him to do so.

Noticing the burning gazes cast at him from the surroundings, embarrassment arose within his heart. When had he ever lost face like this?

For a time, his gazed had a sense of coldness and fierceness mixed within when he looked at Duan Ling Tian. "Kid, you’re dead!"

"Lying down as you mouth threatens, aren’t you tired?" Duan Ling Tian calmly glanced at Zhu Zhao, then he paid no further attention to him and put some food onto Li Fei’s plate as he said, with a light smile, "Little Fei, here, eat more."

"Mmm." Li Fei lightly nodded, and her pair of beautiful eyes were tender and soft as water when she looked at Duan Ling Tian.

Being able to obtain this man’s care in this lifetime, she could die without regrets.

"Xiong Quan, sit down and eat together." Duan Ling Tian called Xiong Quan.

"Yes, Young Master." Xiong Quan replied respectfully before sitting down.

Zhu Zhao was angered to the point that his face flushed when he saw this scene, then he looked at the old man who had fainted by the wall, and he had the desire to faint.

"Whoever goes to the Zhu Clan and helps this Young Master notify the clan, this 1,000 silver is yours!" Zhu Zhao gritted his teeth and withdrew 1,000 silver from his pocket, then he looked at the crowd of customers in the restaurant.

Many customers had burning gazes when they heard what he said, but they glanced at Duan Ling Tian and gave up any thoughts of helping Zhu Zhao….

What a joke!

This violet-clothed young man had an existence that might be at the ninth level of the Origin Core Stage by his side.

If they were to help Zhu Zhao and make the violet-clothed young man unhappy, they’d surely land themselves in serious trouble.

So, even though they coveted the 1,000 silver in Zhu Zhao’s hand, they didn’t dare make any moves.

Although money was good, it wasn’t important as one’s life.

"You all are… a bunch of pu**ies!" Zhu Zhao’s face was gloomy, and even his breathing became hurried.

"If you make another sound, that’s what will happen to you." Duan Ling Tian coldly swept Zhu Zhao with his gaze, then he extended his hand to point at the old man that had fainted by the wall.

Zhu Zhao instantly shut his mouth when he heard what Duan Ling Tian said, but his eyes still leaked dense hatred as he thought about how he would take revenge on Duan Ling Tian once he returned to the Zhu Clan.

Although no one dared to take Zhu Zhao’s money, some of the customers left the restaurant after their meals, so the matter of Zhu Zhao biting off more than he could chew had still spread out.

Duan Ling Tian had only just finished his meal and was about to leave when he heard hurried footsteps echoing out from outside the restaurant, and a total of four people arrived in a threatening manner.

Duan Ling Tian’s brows raised and he glanced at Zhu Zhao. "Xiong Quan, grab him."

"Yes, Young Master." Xiong Quan extended his hand and lifted Zhu Zhao up when he heard what Duan Ling Tian said.

"You….What do you want to do…." Zhu Zhao was terrified to the point that his face went pale when he was lifted up by Xiong Quan, as he’d experienced the strength of this middle-aged man which seemed to be at the ninth level of the Origin Core Stage earlier.

If this middle-aged man wanted to kill him, it would be as simple as killing an ant.

Meanwhile, the footsteps grew clearer, and four middle-aged men rushed into the restaurant.

The middle-aged man in the lead wore blue clothes, and his face was covered in a layer of murderous rage….

Zhu Zhao seemed as if he had seen his savior when he saw the blue-clothed middle-aged man, and he hurriedly shouted, "Father, save me!"

The blue-clothed middle-aged man took a deep breath, then his gaze flashed past the old man that had fainted by the wall and his eyes flashed with a trace of fear. Next he looked at Duan Ling Tian. "Little brother, I’m the Zhu Clan’s second master, Zhu Qi. If my son has offended you, I hope you can forgive him."

He was completely clear of the strength of the old man that followed by his son’s side, thus he could easily imagine the strength of the middle-aged man by Duan Ling Tian’s side just from the middle-aged man being able to knock out the old man.

Ninth level of the Origin Core Stage….

Even within their Zhu Clan, existences like him were numbered.

Of course, he wasn’t afraid of a mere ninth level Origin Core martial artist, because he was a ninth level Origin Core martial artist as well.

The other three people that had followed him over were all existences at the eighth level of the Origin Core Stage as well. If they were to go all out, he was certain in being able to kill the middle-aged man.

However, what he was truly afraid of now was this violet-clothed young man.

As far as he knew, the violet-clothed young man’s identity wasn’t simple, because he was able to have a ninth level Origin Core martial artist as a subordinate. So, even though he was enraged, he chose to endure in the end and chose to give in.

"Father! What’re you doing? I want him dead! I want him dead!" Zhu Zhao’s face went grim when he heard what Zhu Qi said, and he had a savage appearance as he howled.

"Bastard!" Zhu Qi’s face sank, and he took a step forward, wanting to slap Zhu Zhao.

However, Xiong Quan casually raised his hand and moved Zhu Zhao away.

Zhu Qi frowned, but his son was in the hands of the middle-aged man, so he didn’t dare lose his temper, and he looked at the nearby Duan Ling Tian." Little brother, after I bring my son back to the clan, I’ll surely teach him a good lesson! Now, I hope Little Brother can release my son."

Duan Ling Tian lazily glanced at Zhu Qi and said indifferently, "I heard your Zhu Clan’s Second Elder is a grade eight weapons craftsman."

"Yes." Zhu Qi nodded. "If Little Brother wants our Second Elder to refine a grade eight spirit weapon for you, then I can help introduce Little Brother. Just think of it as an apology. How about it?"

"You….really conceal your intentions deeply." Duan Ling Tian deeply glanced at Zhu Qi, as if he could see through Zhu Qi’s heart. "Now, you’re probably thinking that if I have such a subordinate by my side, my background ought to not be simple…. Am I right?"

Zhu Qi had an embarrassed expression, as he never imagined that he would be seen through by Duan Ling Tian.

"Enough. I’ll hold your son….So long as you call your Zhu Clan’s Second Elder out, I will return your son to you." Duan Ling Tian looked at Zhu Qi with a calm gaze.

Zhu Qi’s pupils constricted, as he had discerned that the violet-clothed young man didn’t have any good intentions. "Little Brother, may I know why you’re looking for my Zhu Clan’s Second Elder? It probably isn’t so simple as wanting our Zhu Clan’s Second Elder to refine a grade eight spirit weapon, right?"

"Grade eight spirit weapon?" The corners of Duan Ling Tian’s mouth curled into a sneer, then he raised his hand. In his hand blazed a strand of raging flames. "Do you think I need him to help me refine?"

The blazing flame on Duan Ling Tian’s hand created a stir within the restaurant as expected….

"Oh my god! It’s a grade eight Weapon Flame!"

"This violet-clothed young man looks to not even be 20, but he’s already a grade eight weapons craftsman?"

"Unbelievable! Unbelievable!"

"A grade eight weapons craftsman that isn’t even 20….What natural talent is this?"

...

The faces of the customers in the restaurant were filled with shock and they couldn’t help but exclaim.

Some people seemed to have recalled something and their pupils abruptly constricted. "A grade eight Weapon Flame can only be condensed by a martial artist at the Origin Core Stage….In other words, this young man is an Origin Core martial artist!"

"An Origin Core martial artist that’s not even 20? Grade eight weapons craftsman?" The faces of the three middle-aged men that Zhu Qi brought over went grim.

The violet-clothed before their eyes was far more terrifying than they originally imagined….

"Little brother, may I know who you actually are?" Zhu Qi took a deep breath. He could feel his heartbeat growing faster.

Now even 20….

Origin Core Stage.

Grade eight weapons craftsman.

Only thinking about it caused his scalp to go numb.