As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall was shaken.
The serving girl shivered all over, then looked up at the person who spoke.
She saw the man standing in front of the table with a hint of weariness on his face.
Zhao Jingsheng saw that he didn’t recognize this man, and his face instantly darkened, "Who do you think you are, to dare interrupt my fun? Get lost!"
The man, however, ignored Zhao Jingsheng’s shouting and instead looked at the serving girl, then smiled slightly, "The plain noodles taste really good, thank you!"
For some reason, upon seeing the man’s smile, the serving girl felt a pang in her nose, and tears began to fall uncontrollably.
Zhao Jingsheng became even more furious at the sight. "What? Want to play the hero? You don’t even measure up!"
As he spoke, Zhao Jingsheng struck out with his palm, carrying a gust of wind towards the man.
Though he was a quasi-Golden Immortal forcibly cultivated, he was still just an amateur!
But no matter how amateur, he was still a quasi-Golden Immortal, so the power of this strike was quite terrifying, as a fierce wind blew up in the restaurant hall.
Zhao Jingsheng’s face showed a look of satisfaction, but his strike suddenly stopped midway.
Because the man casually blocked his strike with one hand.
Zhao Jingsheng’s face turned pale, and he exerted himself frantically, trying to shake the man.
But all his efforts were in vain. The man, though just standing there simply, seemed like a mountain that Zhao Jingsheng couldn’t move, no matter how he tried.
Fear appeared in Zhao Jingsheng’s eyes.
At this moment, the man smiled faintly at him.
"I’ll return this strike!"
With that, the man lifted his other hand and struck down.
Boom!
As the hand fell, Zhao Jingsheng felt as if the sky was collapsing; a tremendous force, upright, harmonious, and grand, descended with such majesty that it was impossible to even think of resisting.
Zhao Jingsheng let out a miserable cry, frantically activating all his cultivation level to resist.
But these efforts were as futile and ridiculous as an ant trying to shake a tree.
The momentum of the strike didn’t even pause as it crushed all his resistance, then landed on his head.
Despair and terror filled Zhao Jingsheng’s eyes as he screamed hoarsely, "Spare me...!"
The man’s hand paused slightly.
Seeing a glimmer of hope, Zhao Jingsheng immediately began begging for mercy frantically, "Spare me, sir, spare me! I didn’t know you would be here, please don’t kill me! I promise I won’t dare anymore!"
The man’s hand stopped above his head, and he said indifferently, "Do you know me?"
Zhao Jingsheng shook his head, but then he thought of something and nodded frantically.
"Oh? Then who do you say I am?" the man asked, intrigued.
"You... you are the Great Bodhisattva who saves the suffering, it was my fault for being blind, please forgive me!" Zhao Jingsheng kept pleading.
The whole restaurant hall was deadly silent.
Everyone was dumbfounded, watching.
No one expected such an earth-shattering reversal to happen suddenly.
This arrogant and overbearing Zhao Jingsheng, in the hands of this man, couldn’t last even a single round before being defeated.
That wasn’t enough. The key was Zhao Jingsheng’s desperate begging for mercy, which was simply shocking.
Who could have imagined that the usually high and mighty Third Prince would behave so disgracefully in the face of death?
Not even having the dignity of an ordinary person.
And yet, the man did not respond to Zhao Jingsheng’s begging, but turned his head to look at the serving girl.

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