No matter who it was, hearing that explosion sent a surge of rage through their hearts—who the hell dared to yell at everyone present so brazenly? Anyone who could squeeze into the Hua Man Lou at this hour was someone of status and standing. Even those stuck in the main hall, the lowest among them was at least a Xiucai (scholar); how could they not be furious at being so cursed at...

Almost everyone’s gaze snapped simultaneously toward the source, and they saw a man dressed in white robes, yet sporting short hair, emerge from a Tian (Heaven) numbered private room. His face was etched with something called arrogance, and his eyes paid absolutely no heed to the assembled crowd, focusing solely on Yao Yao, as if everyone else in the world were nothing more than a swarm of ants... Indeed, his gaze was one of utter disdain for all living beings...

However, Fang Jiuyou had visited several pleasure houses these past few days, and quite a few patrons already knew him, moreover, they knew he hailed from the City Lord’s Mansion. This status alone was enough to frighten quite a few people... The voices quieted considerably, but they didn't vanish entirely.

At least a portion of them did not fear the majesty of the City Lord’s Mansion, and some of the bolder ones didn't even know his identity. Of course, more were already so captivated by Yao Yao’s allure that they cared little for who he was—never mind an unfamiliar Fang Jiuyou, even if the Emperor himself walked in, these men wouldn't pay him any mind... "Damn you, you unweaned brat, this isn't a place for you.

Go home and drink your milk!" The first man to stand up, who was powerfully built, roared directly, puffing out his chest with deliberate force, seemingly to display his masculine spirit in front of Yao Yao... Fang Jiuyou was the Young Master of the Fang family; when had he ever been insulted like this, especially by someone he considered mere ants? In an instant, his fury swelled, and his eyes turned bloodshot...

"That's right, that's right! How old are you? Is this a place you should be?

Go home and bring your parents with you!" Another heavily bearded man bellowed loudly. In their eyes, Fang Jiuyou looked fair-skinned and delicate, appearing quite small, almost like a child... Following the roar of the first two, more and more people began to curse.

Even those who had initially felt some apprehension regarding Fang Jiuyou’s status joined in. There were so many of them here; so what if he was from the City Lord’s Mansion? Could he possibly kill everyone present?

Seeing the clamor below, and even hearing shouts from the surrounding private rooms, Yao Yao’s expression shifted slightly. Her gaze unintentionally flickered toward the private room in the west corner. There, a slight gap was open, and from her angle, she could see a man with smooth skin and handsome features nodding gently at her, seemingly signaling her to remain calm.

Seeing the man's look, Yao Yao’s anxiety immediately subsided. Her beautiful eyes then fixed upon Fang Jiuyou, who was practically exploding with suppressed rage. Within that look, a meaning barely understood by Fang Jiuyou seemed to reside—was it scorn?

"All of you, just die!" Fang Jiuyou, already boiling with anger, felt as if a warehouse of gunpowder had suddenly met a spark when he caught sight of Yao Yao’s look—he exploded instantly... Without any visible movement from him, a single glare of rage swept over the first man who had shouted. Instantly, that man’s body disintegrated into dust.

Next was the bearded man; he didn’t even manage a groan before his body exploded into nothingness as well... Shredded flesh and blood sprayed everywhere, coating the surrounding patrons... Everyone was stunned into immobility by this sudden turn of events, unsure of how to react?

After a long moment, a few nearby courtesans, noticing the blood and tissue stuck to them, let out piercing screams... It was their shrieks that pulled the surrounding crowd back to reality. Terror filled their eyes.

Who was this person? How dared he commit murder in broad daylight? And without him making any discernible move, these two men simply vaporized into mince—who was this man?

"You swarm of ants, how dare you insult me! Today, you must all die—die, die, die, die..." Fang Jiuyou was clearly past the point of reason. After killing two men, his anger was still not appeased.

He roared, and waves of potent energy shot out from his body. Instantly, the men in the main hall exploded into pieces, and even the pleasure house women beside them were not spared, all of them shredded by the invisible force... Some of the stronger men attempted to resist, but the highest among them was only a Xiantian Wushi (Innate Martial Master), no match for Fang Jiuyou.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people in the venue were slaughtered, and not a single body remained intact. Internal organs, shredded flesh, and blood soaked the floor. The Hua Man Lou, once filled with sensual delight, had instantly transformed into a veritable hellscape...

All this transpired in a mere instant. Staring at the scene turned into an Asura’s purgatory, Lao Bi’s mouth hung open, swallowing hard, his face turning deathly pale—clearly terrified. Although she was a member of the Hundred Flowers Sect, she was merely an outer disciple who had spent her life in pleasure houses.

She had never witnessed such a scene. If not for the trace of Zhenqi (True Energy) supporting her, she would have surely fainted from fright... Even Yao Yao’s complexion was somewhat ashen now, her mouth dry.

She, too, was stunned into stillness by Fang Jiuyou’s brutally decisive methods... As for the other private rooms, they were utterly silent. Faced with this bloodthirsty demon, no one dared provoke him, lest he glance their way should his mood sour...

At that moment, these people finally understood the true horror of this individual. No wonder even the princes had to exhaust every means to placate him. With power like this, who could casually provoke him?

But when had such a young powerhouse emerged on the Dou Hun Continent (Soul Fighting Continent)? Seeing that his display of power had silenced everyone, the fury on Fang Jiuyou’s face finally receded, replaced by utter smugness. A group of mere ants—how could they be worthy of competing with me for a woman...

"Miss Yao Yao, might I have the honor of inviting you for a drink?" Fang Jiuyou smiled broadly at Yao Yao, certain that after witnessing his strength, she would never dare refuse...