"Would you really not reconsider?" Pei Jian's voice was cold as a powerful surge of momentum qi erupted from his body, pressing down toward Lin Zheyu.0

The corners of Lin Zheyu's lips lifted slightly. He smiled faintly at his opponent, unfazed. The man before him was only a newly advanced Marrow Refining Realm martial artist; his momentum qi was even weaker than Chen Mu's, let alone enough to affect him. When Pei Jian saw his aura fail to suppress the other, he suddenly lashed out from under the table, his right foot shooting toward Lin Zheyu's crotch.0

Bang!0

Lin Zheyu clenched his fist, and a powerful surge of momentum qi burst from his body. The force of his blood qi erupted violently as his punch slammed into Pei Jian's shin. A crisp, cracking sound echoed, the sound of bone snapping. Agonizing pain shot through Pei Jian's leg, his face twisted in shock, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.0

"Are you planning to take it by force?" Lin Zheyu sneered, making no move to press his advantage. His opponent was from one of Ruyang City's most prominent families, and killing him would bring no end of trouble.0

"Fine. Very...0