Peerless Taoist

The foppish lords exclaimed when they saw this.    

They couldn't imagine that the son of Song Qingfeng, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Personnel, would be slapped and bullied on the floor.    

"So what if I hit him? He is just a disobedient junior. How dare you talk to me like that!"    

Lu Yu's face darkened as he slapped him again.    

"Pah!"    

This time, Song Xuanwu's face was completely smashed.    

He only had time to scream before he collapsed to the ground and fainted.    

"This..." All the foppish lords were shocked.    

They usually followed Song Xuan-Wu around Xian-Yang City, so they rarely met any trouble.    

After all, with the support of the Song Clan, nobody dared to mess with them.    

However, they had met an iron plate today.    

Lu Yu acted as if he didn't care about their identities at all. His expression was cold and indifferent. Even after he heard about Song Xuanwu's identity, he was still unmoved.    

"Let's forget about today's matter."    

A trace of pity flashed across Chu Yuyan's eyes.    

"Let it go? Yu Ruoruo, you're too kind. These people won't give up until we scare them."    

Lu Yu raised his hand and pressed it down.    

In an instant, a terrifying pressure suddenly assaulted them. The group of playboys spat out blood and fell to the ground, wailing.    

Everyone felt as if all the bones in their bodies were trembling violently. Lu Yu's casual press seemed to be able to crush them all.    

"Did you guys have a good time?"    

"What? Did your parents teach you to bully men and bully women?"    

Lu Yu's voice was like a god's voice, ringing in everyone's hearts.    

This was the word of a god. Once it was activated, it would activate Lu Yu's laws of the gods and use its supreme divine might to interrogate these hedonistic sons who were kneeling on the ground.    

All of a sudden, all the profligate sons let out miserable cries.    

Many of them were bleeding from their seven apertures, and their souls were trembling violently.    

Under the continuous questioning of the gods, they felt guilt that they had never felt before. The shame made them want to kill themselves.    

"Get lost!"    

Lu Yu waved his hand and removed the pressure that enveloped the void.    

In an instant, all the popinjays lost the pressure on their bodies. They immediately spat out blood and fell to the ground.    

Their faces were pale and they were weak. They didn't dare to stay any longer. They held Song Xuan-Wu and left quickly.    

This time, Lu Yu had left a deep impression on their hearts.    

If they were to run amok again in the future, Lu Yu's deity would be their eternal nightmare.    

As soon as these popinjays went out, they ran into the servants they had brought with them.    

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?"    

The servants turned pale with fright as they saw their popinjays were all bruised and bloodied.    

"Get lost! Get lost!"    

These popinjays were scared out of their wits and pushed their servants to the side.    

As for Song Xuanwu, they sent him to the nearest medical center as fast as they could. After all, if anything happened to Song Xuanwu, they would be blamed for it.    

A group of young masters from rich families suddenly gathered around. The people from the medical center did not dare to be negligent, so they invited the old doctor to check on Song Xuanwu. After that, they started to treat Song Xuanwu.