Unfortunately, his opponent was Emily Thompson.

　　"Little Plum Blossom Hand!" the icy beauty rebuked softly. Her slender hand flipped gracefully, tapping and slapping in a way that was indescribably elegant, yet terrifyingly powerful. As her delicate hand swept by, Clark Langley could only retreat step by step, his old face flushing red.

　　Little Plum Blossom Hand, a top-grade Yellow-level martial art!

　　His cultivation was suppressed, his martial skills were suppressed—if Clark Langley had any advantage, it was his decades of combat experience. But the problem was, Emily Thompson was a martial arts prodigy. She might lack experience, but her astonishing intuition in battle completely made up for it.

　　How could Clark Langley possibly avoid defeat?

　　After just fifty or sixty moves, Clark Langley was subdued, his dantian sealed, unable to circulate his yuan power, barely stronger than an ordinary person.

　　"Grandfather!"

　　"Father!"

　　The three of Martin Langley all cried out, wanting to rush forward, but intimidated by Emily Thompson's strength, they could only glare angrily at Henry Langley. They had no intention of self-reflection, only feeling that all of this was Henry Langley's fault.

　　—If Henry Langley hadn't appeared, things would have gone as planned.

　　Henry Langley looked at Emily Thompson and said, "If you slightly adjust your technique, your combat power will be even stronger. For example, on the seventeenth move, if you sink your right hand a bit more and strike two inches forward with your left, you could have subdued your opponent right then."

　　At first, Emily Thompson was unconvinced. She thought Henry Langley must have found some ancient treasure trove and obtained several advanced secret techniques, which was why he could loosen her bottleneck with just a couple of pointers.

　　But as she recalled the previous fight, her pretty face changed involuntarily, because Henry Langley was absolutely right. If she had done as he said, the battle would have ended even faster.

　　She couldn't help but feel a trace of awe toward Henry Langley—his insight was terrifying.

　　Henry Langley laughed inwardly. Who was he? A martial king from ten thousand years ago—could he not handle a little girl? He walked up to Clark Langley and raised his right hand high.

　　"You little bastard, how dare you!" Clark Langley glared angrily. If Henry Langley slapped him in the face, how could he show his face in public ever again?

　　Smack!

　　Without hesitation, Henry Langley slapped down hard, landing a heavy slap on Clark Langley's face.

　　Hiss!

　　The three members of The Langley Family and the five maids all gasped in shock. He really did it! The dignified chief steward of The Langley Family was actually slapped in public by a recognized good-for-nothing.

　　"Hiss, no wonder this old dog's skin is so thick—my hand actually hurts," Henry Langley grinned.

　　Of course, the Body Refining Realm was all about tempering every part of the body with yuan power, so that every muscle was filled with energy. A punch or a kick could unleash terrifying force.

　　Clark Langley was already at the Yuan Gathering Realm, having completed the entire body refining stage, so his face had been thoroughly tempered by yuan power. Even someone at the mid-stage of body refining, hitting with full force, might not be able to injure him—at most, it would hurt and draw a little blood. Only weapons could really harm him.

　　But now, it wasn't about injury—it was about humiliation!

　　To be slapped in the face by a good-for-nothing at the second level of body refining, a junior, and in front of five maids—what a disgrace! If word got out, how could he face anyone?

　　Clark Langley's eyes were practically spitting fire. He shouted, "You little bastard, this won't end here! You will regret this, you definitely will!"

　　"Sigh, to think you'd threaten me in front of my follower—how stupid," Henry Langley sighed, then said to Emily Thompson, "Someone is threatening your master. What do you think should be done?"

　　Emily Thompson's pretty face twitched slightly. She was the pampered daughter of the The Thompson Family—how could she get used to being someone else's follower? But she was a person of her word, so she immediately said, "Do you need me to kill him?"

　　At these words, Clark Langley's two sons and Martin Langley were all startled. Clark Langley was their backbone, their pillar. If he died, their authority in The Langley Family would collapse.

　　Henry Langley shook his head with a smile and said, "This old dog belongs to my father—he should be dealt with by my father's own hand. However—" He broke off a table leg and weighed it in his hand. "He can be spared death, but not punishment!"

　　Bang! He swung the table leg and struck Clark Langley's face. With a loud smack, Clark Langley immediately opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth.

　　"Old dog, my father risked his life for adventure, and you stole his hope. Tell me, don't you deserve a beating?"

　　"You have sons and grandsons—doesn't my father?"

　　"Yesterday, relying on your superior strength, you beat me half to death. Is that how a senior should act? Since you have no shame and don't want to be a senior, why should I give you any face and treat you as one?"

　　With each sentence, Henry Langley struck with the table leg. After a few blows, Clark Langley's hair was disheveled, his face covered in blood, and at least half his teeth were gone.

　　Still, despite his miserable appearance, with a martial artist's powerful vitality, as long as he didn't suffer internal injuries, even the worst external wounds would heal quickly. So Henry Langley could beat him as much as he liked, without worrying about accidentally killing him.

　　Clark Langley no longer made a sound. In his heart, he swore that once he had the strength to suppress Douglas Langley, he would skin this father and son alive.