C22 Lin Xiaowu Went Berserk

"Who dares to cause trouble at the Zephyr Heights Hotel!"

Zhou Ming had just located Ming Xuanyang's room number when a swarm of security guards from the Zephyr Heights Hotel encircled the front desk.

Having honed his Source Tempering skills, Zhou Ming's sensitivity to Primal Essence had become exceptionally acute. Sensing the subtle Primal Essence vibrations emanating from the guards, his expression turned grave—he realized he had walked into a den of wolves.

"Speak! Who sent you?" demanded the muscular middle-aged man leading the guards, his eyes brimming with a fierce will to fight.

"Why all this pointless talk? If you want to fight, let's fight! Even if I told you, do you really think you'd let me go?"

Zhou Ming had no interest in wasting time with them. With a swift twist, he unleashed an Exploding Fist charged with Primal Essence onto the marble countertop, sending shards and fragments flying in every direction.

The guards hastily backed away to avoid the flying debris. Zhou Ming had already assessed that their cultivation levels were similar to his, with many likely even weaker. This was a suppression of quality by quantity. Before his transformation into an Essence Weaver, he couldn't perceive this kind of dominance, but now, it was unmistakably clear.

He had felt an overwhelming sense of oppression from Guan Shikun and Ming Shuang—a pressure that radiated from within, the kind exerted by the strong over the weak.

Among these men, the most formidable was the robust middle-aged man. Unfazed by the sharp stones, he effortlessly deflected them with a sweep of his muscular arm. He closed the distance to Zhou Ming in an instant and launched a punch.

Zhou Ming's gaze sharpened as a continuous stream of Primal Essence flowed into his arm, and he countered with a punch of his own.

"Thud!"

The muffled impact of their fists meeting forced both men to step back.

A look of astonishment crossed the middle-aged man's face. He had expected his punch to at least leave the young man before him injured, but to his surprise, their initial exchange ended in a draw.

In a brief lull, a security guard suddenly swung his baton, striking Zhou Ming on the back of his head with a fierce blow.

Zhou Ming's vision went dark as a buzzing filled his skull. He stumbled, nearly collapsing to the ground. With great effort, he fought back the encroaching blackness as veins throbbed on his forehead. He was painfully aware of his lack of combat experience, unable to respond quickly to unexpected attacks.

The middle-aged man countered with a swift elbow strike that sent Zhou Ming flying through the air.

Zhou Ming coughed up a bitter taste and tumbled across the ground. The spasms in his abdomen forced the air from his lungs in sharp gasps. Indeed, without the power of Dream Fulfilled, his strength was comparable to that of a beginner, possessing cultivation but lacking the finesse to adapt on the fly.

Regaining his footing, Zhou Ming steadied his breathing, seeking the clarity and reflexes he found when overclocking his mind. Four security guards lunged at him, their batons whooshing through the air, aiming from all directions.

Concentrating, Zhou Ming took in their every move. He forced himself to remain composed, his eyes intently tracking each guard, capturing the minutiae of their expressions and movements.

The scene before him seemed to expand. The guards' actions slowed in Zhou Ming's perception, their menacing faces and the arcs of their batons sharply defined. Seizing an opportunity, Zhou Ming kicked the baton from one guard's grasp while simultaneously unleashing two Exploding Fists, sending two more guards flying. Then, with a powerful charge, he activated Immovable as a Mountain, sending the last guard sprawling, bloodied and unconscious.

The sequence of movements was fluid and uninterrupted.

A moment of clarity dawned on Zhou Ming: every move had its flaws! Once identified, these security guards posed no threat.

His heart pounded fiercely as Primal Essence surged through him, infusing his limbs with power. Zhou Ming charged at the guards, deploying Exploding Fist, Multi-Dimensional Palm Strike, and Immovable as a Mountain with masterful precision. Soon, only the robust middle-aged man remained standing.

"You are the most gifted Essence Weaver I've encountered, mastering the essentials of combat in mere minutes. However, I cannot permit disturbances at the Zephyr Heights Hotel," Bai Deng declared with finality.

The robust middle-aged man known as Bai Deng launched his right leg in a vicious whip kick aimed at Zhou Ming's temple.

Bai Deng's kick was swift and brutal. Zhou Ming, opting not to withstand the blow, arched back and subtly shifted his footing, countering with a swift roundhouse kick targeting Bai Deng's lower body.

Caught off guard by Zhou Ming's evasion, Bai Deng was left exposed. Unable to defend in time, he took a direct hit to the heel from Zhou Ming's kick and toppled to the ground.

"Crack! Thud!"

With Bai Deng down, Zhou Ming seized the moment, unleashing a flurry of Multi-Dimensional Palm Strikes and Exploding Fists.

"Gah! Our Zephyr Heights Hotel is protected by a four-star Essence Weaver, you..." Bai Deng's words were cut short as the relentless force wreaked havoc within him, causing him to cough up blood and lose consciousness.

In Ming Xuanyang's opulent suite, a thin layer of ice coated everything. Kun San, having lost his left leg, was dragging himself across the floor, pleading, "Mr. Ming, Mr. Ming, save me!"

Ming Xuanyang paid no heed to Kun San, clutching his bleeding right palm in agony. He was stunned by the formidable power of the girl before him.

Earlier, Ming Xuanyang had harbored vile intentions towards Lin Xiaowu. But when he reached for her shoulder, a sudden burst of cold from her body sent an icicle piercing through his palm.

The ropes binding Lin Xiaowu snapped under a mysterious force. She rose to her feet, eyes closed, and with a single gesture, unleashed a torrent of chilling energy that frosted the entire suite.

Kun San attempted to subdue Lin Xiaowu with a chair, only to have his left leg severed by a blade of ice that sprang from her.

Surrounded by an overwhelming chill, Ming Xuanyang felt a surge of fear. Lin Xiaowu, in that moment, emanated a palpable threat that filled him with dread.

Lin Xiaowu stood with her eyes closed, her black hair moving as if alive, despite the absence of wind. She took two steps forward and raised her hand in a gesture of command.

"Crack crack crack..."

Suddenly, a barrage of icicles burst forth, scattering indiscriminately in all directions.

"Save me..."

Blood sprayed as Kun San's eyes showed a glint of defiance, his body riddled with icicles like a sieve.

"Shen Liu, save me!"

Ming Xuanyang, witnessing the onslaught of icicles hurtling toward him, was paralyzed with fear. As a mere three-star Essence Weaver, he was powerless against such an onslaught.

"Don't let the young master be harmed!"

A figure clad in black emerged from behind Ming Xuanyang. With a simple hand movement, a transparent shield enveloped Ming Xuanyang, rippling gently as it absorbed the impact of the icicles.

Shen Liu was a seven-star Essence Weaver whose skills had reached the early period of the Divine Martial realm. Minghe had assigned him to covertly safeguard Ming Xuanyang, revealing himself only when the young man's life was in jeopardy. Hearing Ming Xuanyang's plea, Shen Liu had no choice but to intervene and neutralize the threat.

From a distance, Shen Liu unleashed a punch, sending a wave of distortion through the air. The icicles shattered upon contact, and a punch mark, growing larger as it neared, hurtled toward Lin Xiaowu.