The master is inhuman; he beat up his senior brother, destroyed the sect, and then left.

Chapter 137 Conflict

"This...this..." The waiter stammered, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to begin, and could only look to Han Yi for help.

Han Yi frowned, a hint of displeasure on his face. He looked at the woman and said:

“I have already bought this armor, young lady.”

Upon hearing this, the woman sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes. "Hmph, I've never failed to get what I want. Besides, as far as I know, you haven't paid yet. How can it be considered a purchase if you haven't paid?"

Their eyes met in mid-air, sparks flying, and the atmosphere instantly became tense, as if a conflict was about to erupt. Several other onlookers, who had been watching between them, unconsciously took a few steps back, afraid of being drawn into the impending conflict.

Su Yao stood quietly to the side, watching everything unfold before her, lost in thought. The woman remained proudly upright, showing no intention of backing down.

At this moment, the waiter quietly approached Han Yi, his face showing a cautious expression. He bowed slightly and told Han Yi in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Sir, this woman is of noble status and is not someone you or I can offend. I cannot reveal the specifics, but I can tell you that she came in through the Jade Gate."

Upon hearing this, Han Yi's expression remained calm. He had tolerated the humiliation he suffered at the Jubaozhai when he entered, but it was clearly difficult for him to back down now that he had encountered such a clueless woman.

The waiter's eyes were full of tension and worry. He lowered his voice and continued, "Sir, why don't you part with it? I've been in this Jubaozhai for quite a few years, and I've hardly ever seen anyone come in from the Jade Gate. I know that every single one of them is someone we can't afford to offend."

Silent Han Yi's expression turned somewhat gloomy, and he seemed about to erupt in anger.

Fine beads of sweat had formed on the waiter's forehead, and his voice trembled slightly: "Sir, I advise you to give her this armor, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble over such a treasure. Look at her arrogant face, she's definitely not someone to be trifled with. We don't need to offend such an important person over this."

Han Yi didn't speak, but anger was already evident on his face. The waiter didn't care about Han Yi's feelings at this moment. He knew perfectly well that Han Yi didn't know the woman's identity. He directly took off the armor and was about to hand it to the woman, completely unaware of the terrifyingly gloomy look on Han Yi's face.

"Does she think she's easy to mess with, but I am?" Han Yi said angrily, his words full of authority and domineering power.

With each step he took, an incredibly intense, invisible pressure was instantly released from his body.

The oppressive aura was almost tangible, carrying a suffocating power, and suddenly spread outwards from Han Yi as the center. Behind Han Yi, a faint phantom of a fire phoenix appeared, and true fire quietly emerged.

The man was the first to be hit. He felt as if a mountain had crashed down on him, and his body bent over uncontrollably, his knees hitting the ground hard with a dull thud.

His face was pressed tightly against the ground, his hands gripping the ground desperately, trying to resist the terrifying pressure, but to no avail, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

The woman not far away was not spared either; her originally arrogant expression was instantly replaced by terror.

The oppressive force swept over her like a whirlwind, and she felt as if her body was being gripped tightly by countless large hands and then pressed down violently.

Her legs trembled, and she involuntarily knelt down, her body leaning forward, almost lying face down on the ground.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze under this oppressive aura, becoming deathly silent. Han Yi stood there like an inviolable god of death, emanating an aura that commanded respect. His eyes were cold and sharp, fixed on the prostrate waiter and woman on the ground, as if declaring his inviolability to them.

Under this powerful pressure, the man and woman felt fear and regret. They never expected that Han Yi would possess such terrifying strength.

As time passed, the oppressive aura persisted. The man and woman lay on the ground, trembling, struggling to breathe, each breath seeming to exhaust all their strength.

Han Yi stood there quietly, watching them struggle under his oppressive aura, as if waiting for something.

Not long after, from somewhere on the third floor of Jubaozhai, an old man sighed softly and took a step out.

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared silently like a ghost. The old man seemed to have stepped out of the void, without any warning or spatial fluctuation. His figure was like a phantom shadow, arriving directly in front of Han Yi at an unbelievable speed.

Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and the old man was already standing firmly.

He wore a simple gray robe embroidered with mysterious runes that shimmered faintly in the light.

The old man bowed slightly to Han Yi, his movements slow and elegant, carrying a calm and unhurried air that comes with the passage of time.

The old man's back was slightly bent, showing his respect for Han Yi. His hands hung gently at his sides, and his sleeves swayed gently with his movements.

Then he spoke calmly, "Elder Wang Moran of Jubaozhai pays respects to the esteemed master. I hope the esteemed master can withdraw his oppressive aura and spare my grandniece."

His voice was deep and magnetic, without a trace of disrespect.

He stole a glance at Han Yi, but it seemed as if a fog obscured his vision, making it difficult to see his true face.

Han Yi stood still, his figure seemingly blending into the space, his expression unchanging, only calmly looking at the old man, his gaze calm and profound, like an abyss, unfathomable.

Its aura is profound, seemingly present yet elusive, as if it could vanish into the world at any moment.

The old man tried to discern the truth from the man's eyes, but those eyes were like bottomless pools, and no matter how much he stared, he could not find the secret.

Han Yi's demeanor was like that of an ordinary person, yet he was unfathomable. His clothes resembled those of a wealthy young man, but the old man could sense a hidden power flowing within him, elusive and difficult to grasp.

Its aura is also very strange, sometimes as still as water, sometimes like a surging storm, ready to erupt at any moment.

The longer the old man looked at him, the more shocked he became. Such an unfathomable young man was truly a rare sight in his life.

For a long time, Wang Moran remained bowed, and Han Yi in front of him did not speak.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and the atmosphere became somewhat subtle and tense.