The table shattered and splintered wood flew in all directions, yet Xiao Yan's face remained utterly unchanged. The teacup he held seemed as still and calm as a quiet lake, undisturbed by the slightest ripple. Upon hearing the stern voice of the middle-aged man with a grim expression, Xiao Yan lifted his eyes, glanced at him briefly, and spoke slowly, "Just some trash. Kill them, and that's it." Seeing Xiao Yan directly admit this, the numerous onlookers around were momentarily surprised, then gradually enlightened—clearly, this young man wasn't a mere bystander. Otherwise, how could he dare speak so boldly in such a setting? Hearing Xiao Yan's words, the group of bare-chested men sharpened their glares, their eyes blazing with fierce intensity, fixing him with a menacing stare as though, at the slightest command from the middle-aged man, they would instantly tear him to pieces. "Young man, quite bold—exactly as you said, most of those people are mere weaklings, worth killing if only to eliminate them. Unfortunately, among those weaklings, there's one of my less-than-distinguished nephews. As for how we resolve this matter, what do you suggest?" The middle-aged man's face trembled slightly, then grew stern, his voice thick with an unmistakable intensity of rage. A few thoughts flashed through his mind, and the middle-aged man suppressed the surging rage within him, his gaze slowly sweeping over Xiao Yan before speaking in a cold tone, "Qu Liang Clan Master Qu Sha, young man—should you be able to present a powerful background that I find worthy of respect today, then I'll swallow this slight disadvantage myself!" "No need to hesitate. Rest assured—we are just three of us with no significant backing behind us, so you needn't worry." Hearing this, Xiao Yan smiled calmly. As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of laughter erupted throughout the hall, laced with subtle mockery. Even Qu Sha's lips trembled, his eyes blazing with growing fury. "Ssshh!" With a surge of intense anger, Qu Sha suddenly moved, his right leg sweeping upward. His body rotated halfway in the air, and his right foot drove forward with a fierce gust of wind, tearing through the air and forcefully swinging it toward Xiao Yan's head. Kui Sha's relentless, decisive demeanor indeed caught many off guard—this man truly lived up to the reputation of being a complete "wet blanket," a true rolling-into-the-softness type. Faced with Kui Sha's sudden, fierce assault, Xiao Yan didn't even lift his eyes. With a gentle sweep of his right hand, he made contact with Kui Sha's right leg within an instant. A deep, resonant sound erupted, followed by a ripple of powerful wind that spread outward, causing all the surrounding tables to shatter. Though their hands and feet barely touched, Xiao Yan remained perfectly still—his chair, however, suddenly exploded into a fine dust. In contrast, Kui Sha stumbled back several steps, his feet echoing with the retreat. In this brief exchange, the relative strength of the two had become immediately evident. "Is this young man also a Supreme Battle Realm cultivator?" This brief encounter immediately revealed Xiao Yan's strength, prompting a wave of astonishment among the attendees in the hall. While powerful Du Phong-level warriors were not uncommon in Black Angular Domain, those achieving such a rank at such a young age were rare. Generally, the earlier one reaches Du Phong level, the stronger their cultivation potential and aptitude. With Xiao Yan's age, it was evident to anyone with sharp eyes that, given sufficient time, he would surely become a Du Zhong-level warrior—indeed, with the right opportunities, even a Du Zun-level powerhouse might not be out of the question. With Kui Sha's current status as a Three-Star Duke, it was simply impossible to perceive Xiao Yan's true strength, which is why he had spoken so arrogantly earlier. "This truly is a blind move," thought Kui Sha, drawing a deep breath of cold air. His intense murderous intent was now cooled down like a bucket of cold water. Upon receiving the initial news, he had been so furious that he had lost his composure—now, seeing the opponent's strength firsthand, he was utterly stunned. Under the watchful eyes of everyone around, Kui Sha's face turned from pale to ashen and back again, his thoughts racing rapidly. After a moment, he gathered all his fierce energy, bowed respectfully to Xiao Yan, and said in a steady tone, "I am outmatched. This matter I will carry in my heart, and return to settle it another time." With that, he waved his hand and prepared to leave, somewhat reluctantly. However, as he turned to depart, Xiao Yan suddenly spoke slowly, "What exactly has Kui Sha been doing for me? Has he been treating me as a mere guest, ready to act at his convenience, or simply walk away whenever he pleases?" The auction was still several days away from beginning, and in order to secure quiet during that time, Xiang would have to employ some means. Qujia had come to him effortlessly—naturally, Xiang would not let him leave without a fight. Such a person who came so willingly to establish authority—letting him go would truly be a waste. Qujia's posture halted as he gazed at Xiang, whose eyes now mirrored a subtle intensity of resolve. "What do you wish?" Qujia asked, his tone firm, aware of the killing intent in Xiang's gaze. "Take three punches from Ziyan. If you can withstand them, you go free. If not, you die." Xiang pointed gently toward Ziyan, speaking with calm authority. Upon seeing Xiang's gesture, Ziyan first froze, then her face lit up with eager anticipation. A stream of eyes followed Xiao Yan's finger, landing upon Zi Yan—so delicate and charming, like a porcelain doll—her face instantly flushing with a strange expression. How could this person send a little girl to face Kui Sha? Kui Sha himself was equally stunned for a moment before a surge of anger rose within him. He coldly remarked, "I can take your three punches myself. I don't need to bring in a young girl—otherwise, if she gets hurt, I'll have to deal with all sorts of complications." Xiao Yan paid no attention to him, instead turning to smile gently at Zi Yan. "Go ahead. Don't hold back." "Yes!" Zi Yan nodded firmly, her fingers tightly clasped, then pressed down with a soft snap—cracking sounds echoed from her bones—as she took small, steady steps toward Kui Sha. "This is entirely your fault! I've never had any respect for the elderly or the young—whatever happens to her, it's all your responsibility!" Seeing Zi Yan approach, Kui Sha's anger intensified, and he growled at Xiao Yan with teeth clenched. In the span of a few words, Ziyan had already reached before Quisha. With her large, gem-like eyes slanting at the towering man—several times taller than her—she clenched her small fists tightly. Then, under the array of silent, chuckling glances from the others, she launched straight at Quisha. The qi swirling around the body's surface was directly torn apart under the terrifying force of the small fist. Precisely landing on Quir's chest, Zǐ Yán's fist caused a burst of blood to gush out, spraying into the air under the stunned gazes of onlookers. The blood coalesced into a mist in midair, while Quir's body collapsed like a sandbag struck by a heavy blow, flying straight backward. Tables and chairs he collided with shattered into fine dust. After flying several dozen meters, he finally struck hard against a massive pillar, causing the entire hall to tremble slightly. The entire arena fell silent. All eyes were fixed on Zǐ Yán and Quir, who was now spitting blood—no one could have imagined that such formidable strength concealed within the seemingly small frame of the former. Stunned, a series of eyes turned toward Xiao Yan, whose face had remained adorned with a gentle smile throughout the entire event, deepening the sense of mystery surrounding him. By now, most people had begun to associate a sense of danger with the serene smile on Xiao Yan's face—indeed, in the Black Angular Domain, one cannot judge a person by appearances. Though he had already sent Qujia flying with a single punch, Ziyan did not stop there. With a swift tap of her foot, her body surged forward like a projectile, and then, with her fists clenched tightly, she charged directly at the already severely wounded Qujia. As she moved, Qujia's eyes widened in shock, and he cried out, "Mo, save me!" The moment his voice fell, Ziyan darted past like a swan, and as her fist struck, a clear, composed laugh suddenly rang out throughout the hall: "Heh, this young lady, why such force? We mustn't have any casualties in Black Emperor's Hall, now, must we?" As the laughter faded, a streak of white suddenly materialized like a ghost, materializing before Kuijia. With a subtle bend of his hands, he gave a strange twist, and there, in an instant, Zhiyan's form slid past him, unprepared and nearly stumbling to the ground. Zhiyan steadied herself, a flush of anger spreading across her face, and with a quick tap of her foot, she charged again toward the white-clad figure. Seeing Zhiyan surge forward once more, the white-clad figure smiled faintly, then gave another odd twist with his hands, extending and curving his palms to grasp Zhiyan's fists gently, before suddenly pushing her forward. This white-clad figure seemed exceptionally skilled at countering powerful, direct attacks. Not only did he completely deflect Zhiyan's strikes, but he even returned forceful counter-pressure. Though his push appeared gentle, the strength behind it was substantial—should Zhiyan have been unable to evade it, she would likely be sent retreating several meters, possibly even sustaining minor injuries. Floating in the air, Zǐ Yán found it exceptionally difficult to dodge, and the opponent seemed remarkably experienced—each move nearly sealing off her escape routes, leaving her with no choice but to retreat. Yet, as the white-clad figure extended his pushing hand, a shadow unexpectedly materialized, swiftly reaching out to grasp Zǐ Yán's body, pulling her back and then tightening his fingers with sudden force, sending a surge of hot wind that struck with powerful impact. The collision between his fist and the opponent's forceful push produced a deep, resonant sound, and both of them stepped back as the gust of wind spread. After setting Zǐ Yán down, Xiao Yan slowly raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on the white-clad figure, a hint of coldness passing through them. "For such a delicate young girl, isn't it a bit excessive to treat her this way?"