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  Chapter Eighty-Four You... you're so poisonous...... One more time, begging for monthly tickets

  Huang Xuepeng's palm was about to land on Song Boyu's face. A sly smile flashed in his eyes, and the resentment he had been holding back for a day finally had an outlet. Song Boyu was so arrogant and provocative that even if Huang Xuepeng really hit him, the Song family couldn't say anything against him.

  When Huang Xuepeng saw Song Baiyu still coldly looking at him without any intention of dodging, Huang Xuepeng couldn't help but snort in his heart, thinking that Song Baiyu didn't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth. Even if the one surnamed Zhong was really protecting Song Baiyu around him, this slap from Song Baiyu was inevitable.

  Huang Xuepeng had conducted a thorough investigation and analysis of Zhong Xinhans strengths, and found that he was only skilled in sneak attacks and assassinations. In terms of real kung fu skills, he was not much stronger than a top-notch master. With Gao Lin on guard nearby, Zhong did not have any opportunity to intervene and stop Huang from slapping Song Boyu.

  But Huang Xuepeng's eyes widened quickly, because when his palm was still two centimeters away from Song Boyu's cheek, he couldn't lower it any further, as if the two-centimeter distance had become an insurmountable chasm. Then Huang Xuepeng also found that not only could his palms not move, but his head and legs were also completely immobile.

  "The only thought in Huang Xuepeng's mind was that he had been poisoned. He just wanted to open his mouth and ask Gao Lin what was going on, but he was shocked to discover that he couldn't make a sound at all."

  Several middle-aged men who followed Huang Xuepeng to the banquet saw that he had maintained a punching posture for half a day without moving. Song Baiyu, on the other hand, stood there with a light and airy expression, his face revealing endless mockery and ridicule. In their minds, they simultaneously recalled the scene from the video online, where their own son seemed to have been suddenly possessed by a demon, standing still and allowing Song Baiyu to slap him in the face?

  These people stared wide-eyed from start to finish, watching the whole thing unfold before their eyes. They confirmed that no outsider had intervened in the fight between Huang Xuepeng and Song Boyu just now, but suddenly Huang Xuepeng was unable to move.

  At this moment, Huang Xuepeng's companions were secretly rejoicing in their hearts, fortunately they did not take the lead, otherwise it would be themselves who were humiliated.

  "I've already said it, you're not qualified to lecture me." Seeing the doubt and shock in Huang Xuepeng's eyes, Song Boyu sneered: "You say you're all this age, how can you be so easily angered? Isn't it just that I beat your son? Are you worthy of making a big deal out of it? In the past, when your son bullied me many times, didn't my grandfather go to demolish your house?"

  Song Baiyu was not interested in talking nonsense with Huang Xuepeng, but his grandfather had instructed him to do so. Out of respect for the old man, he had no choice but to comply. However, when he repeated the same words, they took on a completely different tone.

  "Actually, I wanted to slap you twice to wake your brain up, but Grandfather said that the Song family can't bully people too much, so I endured it. However, if you dare to mess with the Song family again in the future, I don't know whether I can hold back or not." After saying this, Song Baiyu finally released the spell he had cast on Huang Xuepeng's body.

  Just now, Song Baiyu lectured Huang Xuepeng for more than two minutes. He made Huang Xuepeng's face turn red and white, with anger burning in his eyes, wanting to tear Song Baiyu apart. As a result, when Song Baiyu suddenly released the restraints on him, he didn't react at all, still standing motionless in place.

  "Song Baiyu, stop right there!" Huang Xuepeng shouted loudly as he came to his senses when he saw Song Baiyu turning around and leaving.

  Song Baiyu seemed to have not heard anything and walked straight towards his own large courtyard house.

  Huang Xuepeng was even more furious, but he had inexplicably suffered a loss at Song Boyu's hands just now, and he didn't dare to continue chasing after him. He involuntarily looked towards Gao Lin with pleading eyes.

  Gao Lin saw Song Baiyu's clever "pointing finger" move and was already itching to act. Seeing Huang Xuepeng nodding at him, he took a step forward, stretched out his hand to grab Song Baiyu's shoulder, and shouted: "Hold on, I'll exchange moves with you!"

  "This phrase 'assisting the tiger' is probably used to describe someone like you, wanting to try my skills, do you think you have the qualifications?" Song Baiyu's shoulders sank and he dodged the opponent's grab. His eyes swept over Gao Lin's body as he asked disdainfully.

  At the same time, a sly smile of triumph slipped out of Song Baiyu's mouth. The Huang family had information on Zhong Xincheng, and the Song family also had information on Gao Lin. Song Baiyu knew that this Gao Lin was not only Huang Jianhua's master but also the guardian of the Huang family's martial arts, similar to his own uncle Zhong's identity, but with even more exceptional skills.

  Song Baiyu just deliberately provoked Huang Xuepeng, wanting to lure out Gao Lin behind him, but unexpectedly Gao Lin endured and didn't make a move, not until now when he finally took action against himself.

  Although Gao Lin's self-cultivation and moral character had long been established, he couldn't help but get angry at Song Baiyu's extremely arrogant words. "You little brat, don't think that just because you've learned a few tricks of the skin trade, you can raise your tail to the sky. If it weren't for the sake of the Song family, I'd send you to see King Yanluo right now."

  Gao Lin, already over a hundred years old, had experienced countless things and naturally didn't have a good impression of Song Baiyu, this spoiled young master. At this time, no matter what Song Baiyu said or did, he was full of the air of a spoiled brat, being arrogant to the extreme, which made Gao Lin's innermost feelings even more disgusted.

  "You old scoundrel, don't you know the principle of a life for a life?" Seeing Gao Lin's hair stand on end, Song Baiyu let out a cold laugh.

  "Ha! I was killing people when you were still unborn, and now I'm still standing here. Gao Lin burst out laughing at this, "Today, I won't kill you, but a good scolding is inevitable. Even if Zhong Xinhans comes out, he can't stop me."

  Gao Lin was scolded by Song Baiyu with a sentence that made him almost vomit blood. At his current age and skill level, he would receive the highest courtesy wherever he went, and the Huang family treated him like an emperor. In decades, how could he have suffered such humiliation?

  Before the words in his mouth had fallen, Gao Lin once again grabbed towards Song Boyu, but he was no longer patient enough to continue arguing with Song Boyu. He knew that arguing with Song Boyu would only end in him losing out. When he scolded Song Boyu with one sentence, Song Boyu could take it lightly, but when Song Boyu scolded him with one sentence, he couldn't bear it. After all, the age gap between them was there.

  Seeing Song Baiyu scolding Gao Lin, Huang Xuepeng secretly cursed Song Baiyu for being reckless. Does he think anyone can be randomly scolded by him? Does he know that the phrase "disaster comes from the mouth" is written with which characters?

  The people around Huang Xuepeng also thought that Song Baiyu was too arrogant, young people are just hot-headed and don't know how to advance or retreat.

  Seeing Gao Lin's face turn bright red, it was clear that he had lost his temper. Huang Xuepeng and the others knew that Song Baiyu was in trouble now, because so far, they had never seen Gao Lin lose control, and Gao Lin's internal energy skills were top-notch. Even when he got angry, it was hard to see him like this. Now that Gao Lin was furious, Song Baiyu's fate could be imagined.

  Just as Huang Xuepeng and the people around him thought that Song Baiyu was definitely going to be severely punished by Gao Lin this time, they saw an unexpected scene.

  One move!

  It was just one move and Gao Lin lost!

  Just now when Gao Lin grabbed Song Baiyu's shoulder again, Song Baiyu didn't dodge or evade, but instead counterattacked with lightning speed. As a result, Gao Lin's hand hadn't even grasped Song Baiyu's shoulder before it was slapped onto his arm by Song Baiyu's hand. In the blink of an eye, Gao Lin's eyes were filled with terror. He fell to the ground, defeated and limp, his face twisted in agony as if he was enduring immense pain.

  "How is this possible?" Huang Xuepeng and several others were about to watch the show, but suddenly they saw something unbelievable. They were all stunned, their invincible master in their minds was actually taken down by Song Boyu, and it was so simple and easy, wasn't this too fake?

  If they hadn't witnessed the whole thing with their own eyes, Huang Xuepeng and others would never have believed what was happening in front of them, even if it were told to them by their closest relatives.

  "You... you're so poisonous..." Gao Lin used all his strength to squeeze out these words, and his forehead was covered with sweat beads the size of soybeans. His finger pointing at Song Baiyu's hand trembled.

  "Old fellow, didn't you just say you were going to teach me a lesson? How come you're now lying on the ground motionless? If you think you don't have the qualifications to teach me, then I'll leave." Song Baiyu saw Gao Lin's painful expression and raised an eyebrow, asking with a hint of mockery.

  Hearing the disdain in Song Baiyu's words, Gao Lin was so angry that he let out a loud whoop and spat out a mouthful of blood, before fainting and falling to the ground.

  "Living to an old age without dying is a monster, and it's time for you to die of old age." Seeing Gao Lin fainting, Song Baiyu coldly threw down a sentence and walked towards the direction of his own house again. This time, however, no one dared to stop him anymore.

  Song Baiyu left, but not before casting a glance at Huang Xuepeng and others. Feeling Song Baiyu's piercing gaze, Huang Xuepeng and others felt a chill run down their spines, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

  If they thought Song Baiyu was too arrogant and didn't know when to stop before, now they only felt fear towards him, Song Baiyu had almost become a devil-like existence in their minds. Even a high-ranking martial artist like Gao Lin wasn't a match for Song Baiyu, yet his own son still repeatedly provoked him - wasn't that just asking to die?

  Until Song Baiyu's back disappeared from view, Huang Xuepeng and others were busy carrying Gao Lin away. They were terrified to discover that even though Gao Lin had fainted, his body would twitch convulsively from time to time.

  "How did you do it?" Song Baiyu had just stepped into his own courtyard when he discovered an extra figure beside him. The newcomer was staring at Song Baiyu with a look of utter astonishment, eyes shining with excitement, and even his voice trembled as he spoke.

  "Uncle Zhong, I knew you'd be protecting me from the side." Song Boyu felt a hint of emotion upon seeing the newcomer. Although Zhong Xinhans wasn't fond of speaking, he was indeed the Song family's worthy guardian deity. Song Boyu smiled and said: "Actually, it was quite simple. Gao Lin underestimated me, I unexpectedly used my internal energy to pierce his dantian at the deepest part of his seahorse."

  "What? Gao Lin's dantian was pierced, doesn't that mean he'll become an ordinary person from now on?" Zhong Xinhans face changed drastically as he exclaimed in shock and disbelief.

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