Inside the small banquet hall, Song Qiao's overwhelming display had stunned the two experts brought by Li Bingqing.
Li Mu, in particular, who had previously looked down on Song Qiao the most, was now the most astonished.
This young man, who appeared to be an outsider, possessed an unbelievable depth of true energy. Even when working with Guo Ning, they couldn't gain the slightest advantage.
Li Mu had already decided that if Mo Ling couldn't stop this Song Qiao.
He would run.
No matter how important one's reputation was, it couldn't compare to one's life. If necessary, as a retainer of the Li family, he would at most flee with Li Bingqing.
This could be considered fulfilling his duty as a retainer. Upon returning to the Li family, no one could fault him.
Thus, everyone in the hall was now watching Song Qiao, waiting to see his next move.
"Song Qiao, you really want to fight!"
"Fine, I'll accompany you!"
Mo Ling gritted her teeth, her anger finally ignited. Her entire body erupted with power, breaking free from Song Qiao's restraint. She immediately retreated several meters, her body tensed and her stance ready.
However, Song Qiao didn't take this seriously at all.
Mo Ling, this woman, thought highly of herself, but she hadn't even reached the Xiantian realm. To him, she was just a one-move opponent.
But he wasn't in a hurry now. Originally, he had intended to deal with Li Mu and the other one just to humiliate Li Bingqing.
Now that Mo Ling had voluntarily stepped forward, the effect of the humiliation would be even better.
"Are you sure you really want to fight?"
Song Qiao stood in place, rubbing his wrist, and looked at Mo Ling with amusement.
This Miss Mo, her body tense like an elegant, bristling mother cat, posed no threat to him.
It was now Mo Ling's turn to grit her teeth and urge him on.
"Stop the nonsense!"
"Alright, since Miss Mo wants to fight, then today I will show you the gap between us."
With that said, Song Qiao stood still, waiting for Mo Ling to make the first move.
But Li Bingqing was extremely worried. Her beautiful eyes were filled with deep concern. After all, the two Xiantian experts she had brought had been so easily defeated.
How could Mo Ling possibly be his match?
However, Mo Ling, blinded by rage, rushed forward defiantly.
With a punch, she even brought forth a trace of qi.
"Not bad, your strength is almost at Xiantian."
Song Qiao commented, then casually caught the punch aimed at his chest and gently pushed it away.
"Miss Mo, come back to challenge me when you reach the Xiantian realm."
"Although you have some rudimentary skills, you still have much to learn on the path of ancient martial arts."
After a few exchanges, Song Qiao began to instruct her as if he were a master guiding a disciple, even doing so with a serious demeanor.
Mo Ling felt immensely humiliated, yet she couldn't fight back.
In fact, she could feel that if Song Qiao had truly intended to fight, she would have lost on the very first move.
"What exactly do you want?"
Mo Ling stood before Song Qiao, feeling somewhat aggrieved.
"What do I want? Shouldn't you be asking me that?"
"You were the one who stepped forward to stop me."
Song Qiao shrugged, displaying an innocent expression.
"You!"
"Don't get too smug."
Mo Ling's breath hitched, and she found herself unable to speak.
Yes, she had been the one to step forward. This humiliation was self-inflicted.
"Song Qiao, I truly didn't expect you to hide your strength so deeply. I miscalculated today."
She admitted defeat with a sense of unwillingness.
Meanwhile, Li Bingqing, who was not far away, finally understood Song Qiao's formidable power.
If the two experts she had brought hadn't given her a profound understanding, then Mo Ling's being toyed with had made her
completely grasp the gap between them.
This time... she had lost again.
Damn this Song Qiao!
Hateful, so hateful!
Would she once again fall short of her goal because of him?
Li Bingqing gritted her teeth and glared, her resentment deepening.
But at that moment, a deafening gunshot suddenly echoed through the banquet hall!
Hearing the gunshot, Song Qiao was startled. His peripheral vision caught a flash of fire!
The gun was aimed at him!
A sense of great danger surged within him. He lunged forward fiercely, pulling Mo Ling, who was in front of him, down to the ground with him!
The bullet whizzed past, missing them by a hair's breadth in a flash and embedding itself into the wall beside them!
But before Song Qiao could feel relief, the shooter quickly fired a second and a third shot!
As the piercing gunshots rang out, the guests in the small banquet hall panicked and scrambled to take cover.
Song Qiao, facing the muzzle directly, managed to dodge, but two bullets still grazed him and Mo Ling.
In a short time, both of them were bleeding, a shocking sight.
Song Qiao, grazed on the arm, gritted his teeth and leaped up!
"Song Qiao, be careful!"
Ye Zhiwei shouted, her expression panicked.
She had never expected Li Bingqing to be so despicable, resorting to a surprise attack when she saw she couldn't win.
What was most shocking was that the sneak attack didn't spare Mo Ling either!
Song Qiao scrambled up, wiping the blood from his arm, and his gaze swept through the crowd. He quickly spotted a figure holding a gun amidst the throng!
The person was about to raise their hand to fire a fourth shot at him!
"Damn it!"
Song Qiao's teeth gnashed. If he hadn't dodged in time just now, he would have been injured, if not killed, today.
Li Bingqing, witnessing this sudden turn of events, was initially surprised. Then, upon seeing Ye Zhiwei on the side, her face contorted with malice!
She knew her opportunity had arrived!
"Forget about Song Qiao for now, kill Ye Zhiwei first!"
With a furious roar, Song Qiao, who was in the midst of the chaos, felt his blood surge and he instantly charged forward!