Huangfu Shaozong and the people from the Demon Suppression Division arranged to cooperate in chasing and killing Helei, and it was almost dusk.

Thinking about his sister's request for him to have more contact with Zhao Changhe, although Huangfu Shaozong didn't want to, since his sister asked, he had to do it.

Since he had to do it, he decided to do it more beautifully. Not only did he invite Zhao Changhe to stay at his house, but he also separated him from Tang Wanzhuang. His sister would be very happy to see Tang Wanzhuang lose out.

These two old women had been fighting for more than ten years. It was really hard to understand what they were fighting for. When would they stop? Although Huangfu Shaozong felt that the two women were already grown up and had their own identities, continuing to fight like little girls was really stupid. But since it was his sister, he had to help.

So Huangfu Shaozong openly asked the Demon Suppression Division for people and treated them to dinner.

But unexpectedly, Tang Wanzhuang, who had been back and forth with Huangfu Shaozong, didn't stop Zhao Changhe this time. Since he was entering the capital, he either had to leave immediately or let the capital see his style.

Tang Wanzhuang was sure that something would happen when Zhao Changhe went to the banquet.

There was no need for the various forces to stir up trouble behind the scenes. There would be countless troubles on the surface.

The martial spirit in this world was extremely strong. From the emperor to the heads of the aristocratic families, they were all top-notch experts. This was a clear indication that this ancient time was not the same as the modern world.

In the past, when Zhao Changhe first entered the Hidden Dragon List in Beimang, he attracted a large group of idiots who came to challenge him. This was not a special case. Almost everyone on the list would constantly encounter similar challenges. Cui Yuanyang and Wan Dongliu only avoided trouble because of the power of their families.

Because people were not convinced, "I'm at the fourth level, and you're at the third level. I'm much stronger than you. Why should you be famous on the list and be admired by the world?" No matter how many times the meaning of the Hidden Dragon was explained, it could not erase people's first impression, which was disbelief.

As his cultivation level continued to improve, and he reached the sixth or seventh level, the number of people looking for trouble began to decrease, but there were more people of the same level challenging him.

"You're at the sixth level, and I'm also at the sixth or even seventh level. You're a Hidden Dragon? I want to test your strength. If you have low emotional intelligence, you'll ask why. If you have high emotional intelligence, you'll ask what the difference is between you and the Hidden Dragon List."

This kind of phenomenon occurred everywhere in the martial world, and it was still very common even on the Human List. This was one of the typical manifestations of the chaos in the Chronicles of Chaos.

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Zhao Changhe hadn't encountered this for a long time because he either hung out with the Cao family, hid from the Tang family, or participated in the martial arts competition at Langya. When he went out, his whereabouts were unpredictable, and others didn't have a chance to cause trouble. But this time, he went to the capital alone, without hiding, shining like a burning candle. Wasn't that the same as declaring war on me?

It could be said that since Master Dai shouted Zhao Changhe's name at the city gate, countless martial artists in the capital had begun to stir.

Including Huangfu Shaozong himself, he also wanted to have a fight with Zhao Changhe. He was at the seventh level of Xuan Guan, and Zhao Changhe was at the sixth level. The two of them were only two ranks apart, and he wanted to know why. Of course, he was not suitable to make a move, and he had his own plans.

So the place where he treated Zhao Changhe was not at the Yihong Building, but at the opposite restaurant. The restaurant didn't have private rooms, and it was still the classic open-air pavilion with a panoramic view. It was said to be comfortable to enjoy the scenery, but in fact, anyone could jump up.

Zhao Changhe could see Huangfu Shaozong's intentions and smiled slightly, not caring.

"Zhao, this is the famous Zhang's restaurant in the capital. The most famous dish here is..."

"Zhirong Xueyu Cake?"

Huangfu Shaozong was surprised. "Zhao, you even know about the pastries in the capital?"

"There's a little girl who likes it."

"...Cui Yuanyang, right?" Huangfu Shaozong choked for a moment. "Zhao, no one here will pass on your message to her. It's better to give up trying to court her from a distance."

"Oh, you understand that? This big-bearded character doesn't fit."

"Each to their own. Your scarred face doesn't fit with this kind of thing either." Huangfu Shaozong said expressionlessly. "Brother, the food I invited you to eat is not pastries for women, it's the Fuyong wine here. Of course, if you want to eat pastries..."

"No need." Zhao Changhe directly took the wine jug from the table and poured wine for Huangfu Shaozong, taking the initiative to be the host.

Huangfu Shaozong felt that this made him seem impolite, and was about to say something when footsteps came up the stairs. "I heard that the Bloodthirsty Asura Zhao Changhe is here?"

Zhao Changhe's pouring hand didn't stop, and he looked at Huangfu Shaozong with a smile that was not a smile. "Actually, Huangfu should go to Langya."

As a nobleman, if there were no guards at the stairs, who would believe it? Did you also want to test my strength?

Huangfu Shaozong's face turned slightly red. He knew that his intentions had been seen through, and he didn't explain. He just turned to the newcomer. "Huangfu is treating you, are you trying to embarrass me?"

The newcomer clasped his fists. "The Bloodthirsty Asura's visit to the capital is rare. If I don't take this opportunity to see and learn, I won't have a chance in the future. Young Master Hou, please understand the heart of a martial artist."

Huangfu Shaozong looked at Zhao Changhe and tried to say, "What does Brother Zhao mean..."

Zhao Changhe finished pouring his wine and continued to pour his own. "As you wish."

The newcomer took a deep breath and slowly drew his sword. "I am the Mad Dragon of the capital, Chen...""I'm not interested in names, draw your sword," Zhao Changhe said, not even bothering to unsheathe his blade, his hand still pouring wine, not sparing his opponent a glance.

The newcomer finally showed anger: "The Bloodthirsty Shura shows too much contempt for us men of the capital!"

"Don't speak for the capital. I'm just scorning an individual," Zhao Changhe said helplessly, putting down the wine pot. "Damn it, I was planning to finish this fight while pouring wine, but you all talk too much, ruining my act. Can't you capital fellows be more straightforward?"

Huangfu Shaozong's expression became quite interesting.

What kind of thought process is this, caring so much about posing!

Worth learning, no wonder this guy is so famous, so this is how he does it.

The so-called Capital's Furious Dragon was stunned for a moment, then burst into rage: "This is too much!"

The sword light was like a ribbon, thrusting straight at Zhao Changhe's face, aiming to leave a symmetrical scar on the other side of his face, a long-lasting lesson.

Zhao Changhe raised his wine bowl with his left hand to Huangfu Shaozong as a toast: "Thanks for the hospitality, a drink to Brother Huangfu."

Huangfu Shaozong raised his bowl with interest, and they clinked their bowls together. At the "ding" of the bowls touching, the sword light reached Zhao Changhe's face, and with a sudden vertical palm strike from his right hand...

In the eyes of the onlooker, Zhao Changhe, who had been sitting there leisurely full of openings, suddenly became impenetrable with that palm strike, like a mountain barrier, like a god looking down.

"Snap!" The vertical palm struck the side of the sword, seemingly ordinary, but at the moment of contact, it exploded with terrifying power, bending the sword, and deflecting its piercing motion, brushing past Zhao Changhe.

The attacker's foot was hooked without notice, and he lunged forward, crashing into a pillar behind him and slowly sliding down.

Zhao Changhe acted as if nothing had happened, tilting his head back and downing the wine: "Good wine!"

Huangfu Shaozong's eyes held depth: "The Divine Brilliance Thunder Palm..."

"Good eye. It's not very polished, Brother Huangfu has seen through me."

In the midst of this brief exchange, several more people came up the stairs, one of them drawing his sword and charging: "Huang Shaizu of the capital's Huang family seeks guidance from the Bloodthirsty Shura!"

"The next one doesn't need to announce their name. I'm only interested in names if someone can make me draw my blade," Zhao Changhe flicked his finger, and the long sword flew out of the attacker's hand.

"Green Wave Ripple..."

"Good eye." The next moment, a fist the size of a vinegar bowl smashed into Huang Shaizu's face: "Brother Huangfu, care to appraise the name of this punch?"

"...Can't tell, it's just a casual punch, right?"

"My Blood Fiend Sword Technique's accompanying Blood Fiend Fist is that unimpressive?"

"..."

"Bang!" Huang Shaizu crashed into another pillar, knocked out cold.

"From the capital's Xie family..."

"I said no need for names." Zhao Changhe's hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the wrist and flinging the attacker to the ground with a casual pull.

"From the capital's Zhao..."

"Oh, my own clan, but sadly lacking in face."

"Bang bang bang bang..." Huangfu Shaozong watched one after another crash into pillars and get knocked out, his expression changing.

All these people were between the fifth and seventh Xuan Guan, some of them even higher in cultivation level than Zhao Changhe.

But not one could withstand a second move from Zhao Changhe. He didn't even draw his blade, nor did he move an inch from his seat.

No, he had been using only one hand the whole time, the other still pouring and drinking wine. In a matter of breaths, ten bowls were emptied, and the loft was littered with bodies, sprawled in all directions.

The disparity was so great it didn't seem like a fight between equals, more like an adult beating children.

Huangfu Shaozong, himself at the seventh Xuan Guan and eleventh on the Hidden Dragon List, theoretically stronger than Zhao Changhe, had to admit that even if he could easily defeat these people, he couldn't do it with Zhao Changhe's ease.

It was the eye of someone who had seen countless battles, the most direct and effective use of combat skills, incomprehensible to those who hadn't bled and tumbled through the jianghu. Even the seemingly ordinary Blood Fiend Fist, in Zhao Changhe's hands, played out like some peerless technique.

Moreover, Huangfu Shaozong could see that with the progression of the fight, Zhao Changhe's fist and palm techniques became more polished. The earlier Divine Brilliance Thunder Palm had been a bit rusty, but later it truly became immovable as a mountain, impervious to all comers within the range of his palm.

"Bang!" Zhao Changhe landed another punch on someone's face, poured another drink, but the wine pot was now empty.

Zhao Changhe laughed heartily: "Too many people, not enough wine, how stingy the capital is with hospitality! Someone, bring more wine!"

The restaurant fell silent, even Huangfu Shaozong was momentarily blank.

It seemed everyone had come to offer themselves up, allowing this man to become famous throughout the capital in the span of a single drinking session.