Chapter 6657
Who dares to touch her finger?
However, the moment the bodyguard touched Xiao Chen's palm, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.
An invisible wave of air instantly exploded from Xiao Chen's palm and spread along his arm like a surging tide.
There was a loud "crack" and the crisp sound of bones dislocating was particularly harsh in the silent banquet hall, as if it was the death knell.
Then there was the sound of cloth tearing. The bodyguard's clothes were torn into pieces by the air wave. He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.
The attacks of the other bodyguards froze at the same moment.
They seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand at the throat, and their movements instantly became slow and stiff.
Before they could react, they were pushed by a powerful force and stumbled towards each other.
For a moment, the sounds of porcelain breaking and heavy objects falling to the ground were heard one after another. The tables and chairs in the banquet hall were knocked to one side and the tableware was scattered all over the floor. It instantly became a messy battlefield.
Yun Yuyan stared blankly at everything that was happening in front of her. She covered her mouth tightly with her hands, fearing that she would not be able to hold back and scream.
The pain from her nails digging into her palms could not dispel the shock before her eyes. Her eyes were full of fear and admiration, as if she had seen a god descending from the sky.
At this moment, Xiao Chen was surrounded by a faint halo, which was like a mysterious flame, jumping and flickering on his body.
He was like a sword drawn from its sheath, sharp and razor-sharp, emitting a chilling aura that made people dare not look directly at him.
His eyes were calm and deep, as if they contained endless wisdom and strength, as if all the dangers in the world could not shake him in the slightest.
"I said, I'll block the wine for you." Xiao Chen turned his head slightly, his eyes fell gently on Yun Yuyan, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he smiled faintly.
That smile was like a spring breeze, carrying a reassuring power, as if telling Yun Yuyan that with him around, she didn't have to worry about anything.
Then, his gaze quickly moved away from Yun Yuyan, sweeping across the bustling crowd like an extremely sharp sword.
When the people in the crowd were swept by his sharp gaze, they lowered their heads involuntarily, and an inexplicable awe surged in their hearts.
Finally, his gaze fixed on Yang Ping, who had a gloomy and ugly face.
Xiao Chen's voice was low and firm. Every word seemed to be fished out of an ice cellar. With an unchallengeable majesty, it echoed in the banquet hall: "From today on, whoever touches her finger will be killed on the spot."
The sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard, making the already tense atmosphere even more depressing.
Yang Ping was trying to remain calm, but when he heard Xiao Chen's words, he staggered back a few steps uncontrollably.
His steps were unsteady, as if he was treading on cotton. If the old man behind him had not been quick to hold him firmly, he would have fallen to the ground and made a fool of himself.
A ripple appeared in the old man's originally turbid eyes, as if a stone was thrown into a calm lake.
He stared at Xiao Chen intently, his eyes following the fluttering of Xiao Chen's clothes.
As Xiao Chen's clothes fluttered, the faintly visible tattoo caught his attention.
The tattoo pattern was mysterious and strange, as if it contained some powerful power.
The old man's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and his voice was filled with shock that was hard to conceal. He murmured to himself: "This kid should also be a master." "Then you, old ancestor..." Yang Ping became even more worried when he heard the old man's words.
He knew very well how powerful Xiao Chen was, and now when he heard the old man say that Xiao Chen was a master, he couldn't help but worry about his own situation.
He looked at the old man eagerly, his eyes full of expectation and help.
"Don't worry, even if he is powerful, he can never be my opponent." The old man patted Yang Ping on the shoulder and gave him a reassuring look.
His name is Yang Hailong. He is the strongest man in the Yang family and has a very high prestige in the Yang family.
The reason why he came in person this time was to avenge his dead grandson Yang Xiong.
Yang Xiong’s death has always been a thorn in the Yang family’s side. Yang Hailong vowed to make the murderer pay a heavy price.
When Yang Hailong spoke, his tone was full of confidence, as if Xiao Chen was just an ant in his eyes who could be easily crushed to death at any time.
His eyes revealed a kind of domineering look that looked down on the world, as if everything in this world was under his control.
When Yang Ping heard the old man's words, his Adam's apple rolled violently, as if an invisible hand was pinching his throat.
He reached out to hold the carved chair back, and when his fingertips touched the cool sandalwood texture, he was surprised to find that the cold sweat from his palms had soaked the lining of his suit.
His body was trembling slightly and his heart was filled with fear and anxiety.
"In that case, I'll have to trouble you to take action." Yang Ping suppressed the fear in his heart and said to the old man respectfully.
He knew very well that if even this old ancestor couldn't do anything to Xiao Chen in front of him today, then the Yang family would probably be destroyed.
The Yang family’s position in the ancient city has always been precarious. If Xiao Chen cannot be eliminated this time, the Yang family’s reputation and status will be greatly affected, and they may even face a catastrophic disaster.
Yang Hailong walked forward slowly, his steps were steady and firm, and every step seemed to step on everyone's heart.
The hem of the silk Tang suit he was wearing moved without wind, as if pushed by a mysterious force.
The crystal chandeliers in the banquet hall emitted a soft halo of light, which flowed through his silver hair and strangely condensed into tiny points of light, falling like stardust.
This scene shocked everyone present, as if Yang Hailong exuded an otherworldly aura that made people dare not look directly at him.
When the pair of hands covered with age spots slowly emerged from the wide sleeves, the originally noisy guest seats suddenly became quiet. Then, the sound of gasps spread in the banquet hall like a tide.
Those hands were dry and rough, and every wrinkle seemed like a mark of vicissitudes left by time.
The knuckles protruded high, like the gnarled branches on an ancient tree trunk, and in the lines, there was a faint iron-blue color that had been accumulated from years of martial arts practice, as if silently telling of the countless fights and trials that these hands had experienced.
In the crowd, a lady who was originally dignified and elegant now had a pale face and her eyes were full of fear.
The bone china cup in her hand fell to the ground with a "pop", making a crisp and harsh sound.
The bone china cup rolled over on the Persian carpet for several times, and the tea in the cup quickly left dark marks on the soft carpet, like blood stains about to spread, which made people feel cold. (End of this chapter)