After finishing speaking, Li Banfeng moved to the center of the dance floor and snatched the box from Chang Shigui's hands.
Chang Shigui was stunned for a long time; Li Banfeng's movements were too fast, and Chi Huiyi didn't even react in time.
By the time she came to her senses, Li Banfeng was already holding the wooden box, grabbing Jin Shunying, and rushing toward the dance floor exit.
A group of guests watched with their eyes shining; they were knowledgeable people and didn't expect to witness such a scene at a grand banquet. If it weren't for the no-cell-phone policy here, they would have wanted to capture the moment.
"Stop him!" Chi Huiyi shouted angrily, "Daring to rob openly at my venue, you should at least find out who I, Chi Huiyi, am.
Catch him and beat him to death for me. If anyone dies, I'll take responsibility. Fellow guests, take a good look,
this is my temper, and since he's causing trouble on my territory today, there's no way I'm letting him, letting him leave..."
Chi Huiyi's voice grew quieter and quieter.
She realized that this man hadn't run away.
Li Banfeng had only sent Jin Shunying out of the dance floor, and he himself had no intention of leaving; he was eager to challenge Chi Huiyi's guards.
Chi Huiyi's dance floor had a total of thirty-five guards, all quite renowned experts.
In the blink of an eye, Li Banfeng had knocked down thirty-three, leaving only two remaining.
These two guards retreated behind Chi Huiyi, pointing at her and saying, "Don't hit us; we all follow her orders."
Li Banfeng looked at Chi Huiyi and asked with a smile, "They all listen to you; is it you who doesn't want me to leave?"
Chi Huiyi bit her lip: "Well, you... you came here, and now you suddenly want to leave; I still want to see you off..."
"Sure, you can see me off in a while." Li Banfeng set Chi Huiyi aside and used the Path-breaking Technique toward the direction of the side hall.
In the side hall, Chu Zikai was discussing business with Song Qianhun, "Sir, you bid sixty million; how do you plan to pay us, by check or bank transfer?"
Song Qianhun pondered for a moment and said, "I intend to default."
Chu Zikai was taken aback, "I didn't understand."
Song Qianhun said, "What's not to understand? I simply don't intend to pay and still want to take Shui Yongquan away."
With that, Song Qianhun grabbed Shui Yongquan and turned to leave.
"Creak!" Chu Zikai emitted a sharp cry, sound waves shooting toward Song Qianhun like feathered arrows.
Song Qianhun didn't even turn his head, and three Sound Cultivating Ghost Servants, stationed behind him, howled toward Chu Zikai.
"Whoosh!"
The howling and sharp cry canceled each other out, and Chu Zikai was shocked to find that Song Qianhun's subordinates had such formidable Sound Cultivating Ghost Servants.
The blond man shook his head repeatedly at Song Qianhun, "In the Outside Provinces, I have never seen such a powerful Spiritualist. You must be from Puluo State, right?
Puluo State is a barbaric and ignorant place; the only thing commendable is their respect for contracts, but I didn't expect you to lack even this quality, openly violating the contract at the auction."
While speaking, a solid brick wall emerged in front of Song Qianhun, blocking his way.
Song Qianhun turned to the blond man, "Are you a Craftsman Cultivator?"
The blond man smiled, "That's none of your concern. I don't need to answer your question. What you need to do is fulfill your promise and immediately hand over the sixty million to us."
Song Qianhun shook his head, "I can't give you sixty million all at once. First, tell me your Taoist Sect, I'll give you sixty banknotes, and if you kowtow, I'll give you another sixty. I'm talking about Huan Country Banknotes, not Ocean Dollars."
The blond man sighed, "Your childishness and stupidity disappoint me greatly. You make these outlandish provocations because you have what seems like a fairly formidable helper,
a Traveling Cultivator named Li Qi, who holds a high status in both Puluo State and the Outside Provinces. But how much help do you think he can offer you?
I saw very clearly as you whispered beneath the dance floor. Now that the dance floor is in chaos, I can hear some things. Is this your battle plan? If Li Qi really appeared here, do you think he could leave alive?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a crack appeared in the wall behind the blond man. Li Banfeng used the Path-breaking Technique to open a passage.
When Li Banfeng rushed to the back of the blond man, a mass of cement suddenly fell from the sky, firmly enveloping Li Banfeng's body.
Struggling mightily within the cement, the blond man chuckled, "Do you want to use a wall-passing technique or a footwork technique?
I can responsibly tell you that neither technique is of any use,
it's not the first time we've met in Rock Tower Village. Did you think we wouldn't make targeted preparations against you? You're too naive, and now comes the time for you to pay for your arrogance."
The blond man's right hand made a pinching motion, calm yet imposing.
The cement quickly compressed, then solidified, bursting Li Banfeng's body.
Splatter!
Blood splashed onto the blond man's face, tasting both fishy and sweet.
The fishiness was understandable, but what was the cause of the sweetness?
The blond man didn't quite understand; he noticed that the blood flowing from "Li Banfeng" wasn't red, but white, carrying a unique fragrance.
It was the scent of Sweet Melon...
Li Banfeng smiled, "The taste isn't right, how do you find this flavor?"
Splatter!
The Tang Sword swung down, slicing the blond man, and fresh blood gushed out.
This time, the taste was right.
Clutching his wound, the blond man manipulated clumps of cement-like paste to attack Li Banfeng.
Li Banfeng dodged with ease; the speed of these cements was not fast.