The Most Powerful Overlord

Chapter 91: If It’s Not a Dog Blocking the Way, What Is It?

On the other side, Ye Qingtian had already driven to the Alliance Headquarters.

Led by Kang Juntao, the representatives of the Thirteen Clans were all waiting for Ye Qingtian’s arrival.

"Welcome, King!"

Kang Juntao and his group invited Ye Qingtian to take the seat of honor.

"What’s going on exactly?"

Seated, Ye Qingtian asked nonchalantly.

"Today, the Qiao Family sent people to threaten us, and there were as many as three Half-Step Martial King experts with them!"

"They said if the alliance isn’t disbanded by tonight, they will come personally to disband it by force before tomorrow evening!"

Every one of Kang Juntao’s group looked grave, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"King, what do you think we should do?"

Zheng Chengxin couldn’t help but ask.

"Let them come and kill them, that’s it!"

Ye Qingtian’s answer was just a few words.

Kill them, that’s it...

But there are as many as three Half-Step Martial Kings!

Ye Qingtian is powerful, killing one of them would naturally be no problem.

But facing three, plus other masters, no one had the confidence.

Ye Qingtian didn’t care about this matter at all; instead, he turned to ask about the Martial Arts Dao competition.

"The Martial Arts Dao competition will be held 60 kilometers outside Anbei City at Longling Mountain, hosted by Wangyue Pavilion. This time, it’s teeming with masters; it’s said that Martial Kings from the five super clans will attend, and even Ling Tianlong, the number one of the Northwest’s younger generation, will be there! I think someone among them must know about Demon Island."

Zheng Chengxin explained.

"Okay, then I’ll stay here for a few days and head to the Martial Arts Dao competition after that!"

Ye Qingtian stated his decision.

Everyone was a bit embarrassed...

The issue with the alliance wasn’t even resolved yet, but Ye Qingtian was already thinking about the Martial Arts Dao competition.

What an unbothered mindset he had?

What shocked everyone even more was what came next; Ye Qingtian actually went to a bar to drink.

"No one should disturb him!"

Kang Juntao instructed.

Ye Qingtian went to the same bar as last time and ordered tequila again.

Anbei City was particularly lively these days.

Especially the entertainment venues were the most bustling.

Suddenly, several luxury cars arrived outside the bar, and a group of well-dressed young men and women stepped out of them.

"Huh? Young Master Lü, does that look like the Civic we’re looking for?"

Someone exclaimed.

The group gathered around and examined the Civic carefully.

"It should be this one!"

Lü Zixuan said with a hint of hesitation.

Qiaoqiao’s voice came from beside him: "It’s definitely this car; its windows are custom-made. I recognize it!"

"Great! It came to us without any effort! Let’s go!"

Lü Zixuan got excited and beckoned to a waiter.

"Is the owner of this car inside?"

Lü Zixuan asked.

"Right inside the bar!"

"Do you recognize him?"

"Yes, he’s been here once before."

"Good, then take us to him!"

A person next to Lü Zixuan handed a wad of cash to the waiter.

"Sir, young lady, follow me!"

...

In a corner of the bar, Ye Qingtian was enjoying himself.

Suddenly, a chaotic sound of footsteps reached his ears.

"That’s him!"

The waiter led Lü Zixuan and the others to Ye Qingtian.

"Hello!"

Lü Zixuan sat opposite Ye Qingtian, greeting him with a cheeky smile.

Ye Qingtian slowly lifted his head: "Do we know each other?"

"Forgetful, aren’t you? Do you remember the ring road on the outskirts in the evening?"

Lü Zixuan asked with a smile.

Ye Qingtian took a large sip of his drink and said indifferently: "Oh, so it’s those dogs, is it?"

"What did you say?"

Instantly, the people behind Lü Zixuan were enraged.

"If they’re blocking the road, aren’t they dogs?"

Ye Qingtian retorted.

"You..."

The young master was left speechless.

Qiao Tai stopped playing games, seriously observing Ye Qingtian.

Qiaoqiao’s beautiful eyes were fixed on Ye Qingtian.

She felt Ye Qingtian was different from others, possessing a very unique aura.

It was a feeling she couldn’t experience from any other man.

"You’re quite bold, aren’t you? But I won’t pursue this for now! Let’s talk about compensation first, okay?"

Lü Zixuan’s smile was insincere.

"Oh? Go ahead."

"In the evening, you crushed a Ferrari, and now even the repair company can’t fix it. So, you must compensate!"

Lü Zixuan smiled, raising two fingers: "How about I give you a discount and settle for twenty million!"

"Pff!"

The young masters behind Lü Zixuan almost spat blood.

The young master Lü really was asking the impossible; that Ferrari was only worth four million, yet he wanted twenty million.

"Oh!"

Ye Qingtian gave a flat response.

"What do you think?"

"Sounds good!"

Lü Zixuan’s smile widened: "Good, since you think it’s fine, let’s proceed with the compensation! How do you plan to compensate us?"

"With words!"

Ye Qingtian replied.

"What? With words? How can you compensate with words? Are you going to call someone?"

Lü Zixuan asked, confused.

Ye Qingtian shook his head: "No..."

Lü Zixuan focused his attention on Ye Qingtian, suddenly seeing his lips move, erupting with a thunderous: "Get lost!"

This shout was like thunder in the sky, exploding in the venue, echoing in everyone’s ears.

The sound was so shocking that everyone was stunned, each person’s eyes filled with disbelief.

They finally understood that Ye Qingtian’s way of compensating with words was like this.

Furious beyond words!

Utterly furious.

Lü Zixuan, the noble young master of the Northwest Super Clan, who commanded wherever he went, was humiliated like this by someone.

How could he not be enraged?

"What did you say? How dare you tell us to get lost?"

Lü Zixuan wore an incredulous expression.

"My way of compensating is just that—get lost!"

Ye Qingtian repeated.

Ye Qingtian’s words sparked outrage, and the group of young masters seemed like they were about to explode.

Only Qiaoqiao and Qiao Tai watched Ye Qingtian with great interest.

Especially seeing Ye Qingtian’s fearless demeanor, the pair grew even more curious.

What gave him such confidence?

"Kid, you’ve got quite the nerve, don’t you?"

One of the young masters shouted.

Ye Qingtian was in a good mood tonight and asked with a smile: "I do, and then what?"

"Do you know who you’re standing in front of? This is Young Master Lü of the Lü Family, the young master of the Northwest Super Clan!"

One of the young masters sneered, revealing Lü Zixuan’s identity.

"What? It’s actually Lü Zixuan? The young master of the Northwest Super Clan!"

"He’s the top elite in the Northwest! Even though Kang Yibin holds sway over Anbei and is known as the top young master, compared to Lü Zixuan, he’s far inferior, not even worthy to carry his shoes!"

"Is this guy crazy? He dares to offend Lü Zixuan! This is clearly like teasing a tiger, or stirring dirt on Lord Tai Sui’s head!"

Knowing Lü Zixuan’s identity, the whole venue was in an uproar, as if it had exploded.

After all, this is the pinnacle of the Northwest elite!

Ye Qingtian swallowed a slice of lemon and casually said: "Why should I care?"

"You..."

Several young masters were at a loss for words, their faces flushed with anger.