He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Bai Sheng hadn't reacted yet.

Before he could even unleash his Qimen Dunjia technique, he only felt a blur before his eyes.

A huge fist accompanied by a whistling sound.

It hit him directly in the left eye socket.

"Bang!"

"Holy crap!"

Bai Sheng screamed in agony as he was knocked to the ground by that punch.

This is not over yet!

Yang Guang straddled Bai Sheng's back, using both hands to strike.

That was incredibly fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Punch to the flesh!

Show no mercy whatsoever!

"I'll teach you to be a show-off!"

"I'll teach you to be arrogant!"

"I'll teach you to call me a bumpkin!"

"Bang bang bang!"

A barrage of wild, unrestrained punches rained down on him.

It looked exactly like a street brawl.

A surefire way to slap someone in the face!

Suddenly, Bai Sheng's pig-like screams echoed through the conference room.

Even Zhao Gang, who was outside the door, heard the commotion.

Zhao Gang stood outside the door, holding a half-smoked cigarette butt in his hand.

Hearing the crackling sounds and Bai Sheng's screams inside, I couldn't help but twitch my lips a couple of times.

But he was also a sensible person.

Bai Sheng was arrogant the moment he walked in, and he had disliked him for a long time.

Zhao Gang silently threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, pretending not to hear, and continued to stand guard.

Inside the door.

Yang Guang continued beating her while yelling, "So what if I use the methods of a shrew!"

"I'm going to beat you up, you only son of one kind for a thousand years!"

"I'll teach you a move for free today; it's called the Celestial Master's Physical Salvation Fist!"

"Got it?!"

Bai Sheng struggled desperately below.

However, Yang Guang's strength was terrifying, and he couldn't break free at all.

He could only cover his head with his hands and grit his teeth, refusing to utter a single word of begging for mercy!

He was beaten for a full three minutes.

Yang Guang then stood up, panting heavily and feeling refreshed.

I instantly felt much clearer.

The frustration of being pulled around by the two girls, and the resentment of being swindled out of 20,000 yuan by that fat bastard Chu Sheng, were all released with this beating.

Comfortable!

Look at Bai Sheng on the ground.

His trench coat was torn, and his slicked-back hair looked like a bird's nest.

That face, which was originally quite pretty, was now completely swollen into a pig's head.

His left eye turned into a panda eye, his right cheek was swollen high, and even his nosebleed flowed down to his chin.

Bai Sheng covered his face and struggled to get up from the ground.

He looked at Yang Guang with a bruised and swollen face, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

He pointed at Yang Guang through gritted teeth.

He can't even speak properly.

"You...you bastard!"

"You lack martial ethics!"

"If you're so capable, let me finish setting up the formation, then we can have a magical duel!"

"You launched a sneak attack!"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes.

He spat out a mouthful without any politeness: "I'm not going to talk to you about martial ethics!"

"When you actually encounter a life-or-death battle with an evil cultivator, do you think they'll wait for you to cast a spell?"

"They've got a knife to your throat, and you're still posing and doing hand seals!"

"A hothouse flower like you wouldn't survive more than two episodes outside!"

Yang Guang dusted off his hands, his face full of disgust: "Still the sole heir of the Bai family in Qimen Dunjia."

"So bad, you'd be picking your toes!"

"Go home and drink your milk, don't embarrass yourself in public."

Bai Sheng rolled his eyes in exasperation after being rebuked.

I almost fainted from lack of breath.

Ah Zeng quickly went over and handed Bai Sheng some tissues to wipe his nosebleed.

He sighed as he handed over the paper.

He deserved the beating; he'd warned him so many times.

Yang Guang ignored his defeated opponent.

He dropped his previous nonchalant attitude.

His entire demeanor suddenly changed, and the majesty of the last Celestial Master instantly returned to him.

He turned to look at Zeng and extended his right hand: "Alright, Zeng, the warm-up is over."

"Give me the birth dates and times of those three victims!"

Yang Guang spread his hands, his eyes clear.

Now, the arrogance he had when he asked for a salary of 100,000 yuan is completely gone.

however.

Ah Zeng hadn't even had a chance to rummage through his briefcase for the documents.

Bai Sheng, who had just been beaten black and blue and was getting up from the ground clutching his cheek, started to get restless again.

Although he was beaten up like a pig's head and had a bruise around his left eye, his arrogant and irritating attitude remained undiminished.

Who do you think you are?

Bai Sheng let out a disdainful sneer through his leaky mouth: "Give you my birth date and time?"

"What use would it be to you?"

"Do you really think that knowing someone's birth date and time allows you to summon their soul from afar?"

Bai Sheng rubbed his swollen cheek while staring intently at Yang Guang with his remaining eye: "Let me tell you, stop pretending to be a big shot!"

"If we could truly bring back the souls of these three victims, why would we have traveled all this way to this remote and impoverished place to find you?"

"We've already tried it out by setting up an altar!"

"The opponent is a highly skilled evil cultivator; not only are their methods cruel, but they also used an evil soul-sealing technique!"

"Those three remnant souls were already imprisoned within some kind of magical artifact or array core!"

Bai Sheng became more and more agitated as he spoke, seemingly trying to regain the face he had lost in the professional field: "Even the senior members of our bureau suffered a defeat."

"You're just a charlatan who can't even read a compass, what gives you the right to speak so arrogantly?"

"If you can bring them back, I'll eat this conference table right here and now!"

Yang Guang was not angry when he heard these words.

Instead, he looked Bai Sheng up and down with the same gaze one would give someone with an intellectual disability.

He sneered, hands in his faded sweatpants pockets, "Big nostrils, doesn't your face hurt anymore?"

"Did my 'Celestial Master's Physical Salvation Fist' just now fail to knock the water out of your brain?"

Yang Guang looked at him coldly: "You can't do it, or neither can those so-called old men in your bureau."

"That doesn't mean I can't do it!"

Don't use your narrow-minded perspective to question my professional competence!

Yang Guang pointed a finger at Bai Sheng's nose without any politeness: "You can't do it because you're bad!"

"Practice makes perfect!"

"Stop your babbling!"

"a shame!"

These words were like a poisoned knife, piercing directly into Bai Sheng's fragile and proud heart.

Bai Sheng instantly lost his temper.

He took a sudden step forward, which aggravated the wound on his face, causing him to gasp in pain.

But he still yelled at the top of his lungs, "Me, bad?"

"good!"

"Excellent!"

"If you can truly summon the souls of these three people back today, I, Bai Sheng, will kneel down and apologize to you on the spot!"

Bai Sheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth: "I still called you 'Dad'!"

These words were spoken.

Ah Zeng, who was standing next to him, gasped.

What the hell!

Is this kid crazy?

The Bai family has had only one son for 37 generations. If he were to come here and find a father who is several years younger than himself...

If Old Master Bai finds out, won't he grab his cane and take the high-speed train overnight to smash his skull?

But do we really have to go this far?

result.

Yang Guang was not excited when he heard this.

Instead, as if electrocuted, he jumped back two large steps.

He waved his hand dismissively.

"No, no, no!"

"Shut up!"

Yang Guang looked at Bai Sheng with a terrified expression: "Please, whatever you do, don't call me Dad!"