Everyone turned around.

In the brilliant afternoon summer sunlight, the figure emerged against the light, making it difficult to discern his features at first. One could only see hair black as ink, a tall slender form like a solitary pine on a jade mountain, with cloud patterns swirling on his black brocade robe, constantly changing as he moved. Even from afar, his noble bearing was captivating, making it hard to look away. When he drew near and his appearance became clear, he seemed just an ordinary man, yet there was no disappointment, for those deep pure black pupils were vast as the deep sea, and with just a glance, they blazed with fierce light, sharp and compelling.

How could someone with such bright eyes be ordinary?

Jingxuan Zi’s gaze swept up and down the newcomer, his voice sharp: “Remove your mask.”

The newcomer was naturally Xiao Jue. The warlike factor in imperial blood naturally wouldn’t accept being second to anyone. In his early military days, he would pull people into three matches even when there was nothing else to do. Since ascending the throne, while ruling the world, he had also lost the joy of fighting and battling others. This opportunity was truly rare, and Xiao Jue was genuinely delighted.

Su Xuan’s gaze focused, already recognizing his identity. In shock, he couldn’t help but look toward Qin Chang Ge, who showed him an imperceptible smile, indicating: No problem.

Indeed, no problem. Xiao Jue had laid an excellent martial arts foundation in his youth, later honed through military life, with Qin Chang Ge intentionally helping refine his meridians and bones. Though Qianjue martial arts couldn’t be fully transmitted due to sect rules, what was selectively taught was the cream of the crop, most suitable for his practice. Xiao Jue had never neglected it these years. So what if Jingxuan Zi was fierce? When it came to valor, who feared whom?

On the stone platform, Xiao Jue stood with hands behind his back, robes fluttering, completely ignoring Jingxuan Zi’s earlier question.

Fierce light flashed in his eyes, Jingxuan Zi’s voice was quick and urgent: “Didn’t you hear me?”

“If we’re fighting, let’s fight. Why so much nonsense?” Xiao Jue finally glanced at him, his tone arrogant. “Stop barking—you’re not worthy.”

The fierce light grew more intense, as if wanting to devour someone. Without another word, Jingxuan Zi’s sword—longer and narrower than ordinary swords, like a venomous snake—flashed with bright light and arrived at Xiao Jue’s throat in an instant like a shooting star.

Such a fast sword, too fast for the eye to follow!

Not even blinking, Xiao Jue kicked backward in a whirlwind spiral, already avoiding the lethal strike. But the move was committed, and when everyone thought anyone would have to retreat first under such incredibly swift sword momentum—and retreating would definitely lose the initiative—”Never Retreat Emperor” Xiao Jue suddenly slapped the ground with one palm, sliding horizontally. His black figure shot forward like a swimming dragon, and with a horizontal arm pull, a blade like autumn water magically flashed from his waist like silk, instantly reaching Xiao Jue’s palm. He immediately turned and swung his arm, the blade towering like a mountain pressing down, completing a horizontal slash in one breath!

That sword actually intended to cut Jingxuan Zi in half at the waist!

Bold and unrestrained, neither concealing nor covering, majestic in bearing, fierce in attack and killing. Even from afar one could feel the rushing wind. The watching crowd gasped and looked at each other—this person was even more fierce than Jingxuan Zi!

Startled but not panicked, Jingxuan Zi was after all a grandmaster. He dodged this thunderous sword with a mid-air backward leap. Even so, after he steadied himself, his belt suddenly split and fell off. His loose Taoist robe opened up, making his already thin-as-bamboo frame even more gaunt, like a bamboo pole carrying clothes. This looked quite comical, and people couldn’t help bursting into laughter. After a moment of shock, Jingxuan Zi’s bluish face flushed slightly. Before he could react, Xiao Jue was already striking again with another sword from a zhang away, the sword wind fierce, directly splitting toward his skull!

Raising his sword horizontally to block, a loud clang rang out. Jingxuan Zi, repeatedly frustrated and hot-tempered, angrily leaped forward with his sword extended.

The sword condensed the light of rivers and seas, the sword raised the sound of wind and thunder. Xiao Jue performed an imperial thunderous dance, displaying sword techniques as vast and fierce as desert rivers. Each sword faster than the last, each sword more ruthless than the last. Though Jingxuan Zi was renowned for fast swords, he had to summon all his concentration to deal with Xiao Jue’s endless storm-like sword energy. The two fought fast with fast, fierce against fierce. For a time, only continuous clanging sounds filled the arena. Eventually, because of the extreme speed, a hundred swords sounded like just one. Two figures, one black and one yellow, tumbled and leaped, fast as flowing light. The spectators watched with swaying hearts and couldn’t take it all in. Counting those sword moves, they gradually became controlled by that super-speed frequency, actually feeling chest tightness and unable to breathe. Then came several heavy gasps—some martial artists with lower cultivation actually couldn’t catch their breath and fainted to the ground.

Someone stared wide-eyed, murmuring: “Eye-opening, eye-opening, this life is not in vain, not in vain…”

Someone’s heart beat like drums, excitedly grasping his own sword in eager anticipation, palms full of sweat. What they called fierce, what they called savage—people who had walked the martial world for years all thought they had seen it before. But only today did they know what true ferocity meant!

That man with sword techniques like violent storms had incomparable imposing presence. He didn’t use even one defensive move—all attacks. Logically, such completely unguarded sword techniques would be dangerous against masters, but precisely because his killing intent was too severe, his sword energy criss-crossed like a dense net, any moves trying to penetrate that sword net seemed like weak grass swaying before such shocking momentum, instantly shredded to powder.

Like forces of nature—flash floods, tsunamis—suddenly appearing before people. Though they might not completely sweep everything away, though there might not be no chance of escape, that earth-shaking overwhelming momentum would first control people’s minds, leaving them powerless to resist.

To deal with fierce people and sword techniques, when cultivation was equal, the only method was to be fiercer than them. Whoever suppressed whom would win!

Xiao Jue was naturally someone with strong fighting spirit. The more he fought, the braver he became, his condition improving. His sword moves surged like raging rivers, his gaze blazed like sun and moon crossing the sky, burning and compelling. Jingxuan Zi’s momentum was seized and he retreated step by step, with no chance to counterattack. He could only do backward flips one after another to avoid the killing moves. Each flip revealed the gray cloth underwear beneath his loose Taoist robe—truly unseemly. Snickering sounds constantly arose. The face-conscious Jingxuan Zi didn’t dare flip anymore, becoming even more constrained and embarrassed. People were both amazed and amused, and beyond amusement, looked at each other in shock—when had the martial world gained such a top master with fierce sword techniques and overwhelming presence?

Jingxuan Zi, who had struck first and was famous for fast swords, was actually forced into having no chance to strike again!

Sword light in the arena was like towering giant waves, like crystal walls, like connecting fierce fires, like howling hurricanes. Xiao Jue’s sword momentum was continuous, surging endlessly. Jingxuan Zi kept retreating—retreat, retreat, retreat…

“Slash!”

The soft sword resembled a flying tiger, with a black obsidian on the tiger head radiating brilliant light under the blazing sun like a killing eye, coldly staring at Jingxuan Zi’s throat.

Xiao Jue’s sword finally stopped.

It stopped before the throat of Jingxuan Zi, who had been forced to the edge of the stone platform.

Wind ceased, rain stopped, clouds ended, light gathered. The overwhelming killing intent compressed into a line, pressing toward the enemy’s vital point. Xiao Jue’s robes and black hair flew in the wind, his eyes blacker than his hair coldly looking at Jingxuan Zi’s iron-blue face.

He said nothing, yet created more pressure than a verbose victor. Everyone stared at the brilliant sword point steady in his palm, fingers clenched in their palms, full of cold sweat, waiting for him to lightly move forward and pierce through.

This moment was so long, so long that under extreme silence and tension, shrouded by endless killing intent, Jingxuan Zi uncontrollably gulped, the sound audible to everyone.

Death itself wasn’t frightening—what was frightening was the moment of waiting to die.

Just as Jingxuan Zi began considering whether to beg for mercy first to save his life, Xiao Jue suddenly glanced coldly and sheathed his sword.

Like a meteor’s flash, appearing and disappearing, with an extremely light “clang,” everyone couldn’t help but shudder.

The extraordinary black-robed figure on the platform said lightly: “Next time get a sturdier belt.”

Without even glancing at the purple-faced Jingxuan Zi, Xiao Jue turned and walked away.

From afar, he smiled slightly at the young man under the tree who was watching him with a seeming smile.

“Swoosh!”

The arrogant, vicious, and unwilling Jingxuan Zi, at the moment Xiao Jue turned around, suddenly spun with hate-filled face and threw his sword. The long sword shot through the air toward Xiao Jue’s back at close range!

Kill you, and I can redeem my shame!

Everyone was shocked beyond reaction.

Xiao Jue had his back to Jingxuan and continued forward!

The Startling Feather sword arrived in an instant!

…

Xiao Jue suddenly dropped down.

His long legs slid into a front-back split!

This drop left him only half a person’s height. The sword tip narrowly flew over his head, and Xiao Jue immediately bounced up, leaning backward in a balance-defying posture on one foot, violently lifting one leg to kick backward, straight over his own backward-leaning head!

With a slap, the just-passed long sword was kicked forcefully back toward its source, flying like lightning past his crane-like body positioned at right angles, with even more fierce force and speed than before, shooting toward Jingxuan Zi’s chest as he smugly sneered and rushed forward!

His series of movements was lightning-fast. To Jingxuan Zi, he only saw the sword he had thrown almost immediately flying back toward him!

Greatly shocked, Jingxuan Zi’s reaction was still superb—he immediately fell backward.

But opposite him, Xiao Jue, having kicked the flying sword, flipped in mid-air and suddenly punched heavily downward.

One punch fell, the stone platform cracked.

The stone-slab platform surface was shattered and overturned, creating a deep trench.

Jingxuan Zi’s falling head immediately struck heavily against the white stones thrown up by the trench.

A muffled sound.

Fireworks immediately flew before his eyes, starlight scattered in all directions.

Those starbursts were somewhat strange—burning, slightly fishy, bright red, shooting skyward then falling like rain.

Splashing down on his instantly withered face.

Exclamations rose like a tide, having witnessed the most rapid, most tumultuous, most fierce and beyond-reaction scene of assassination and counter-killing in their lives.

They saw what could be called earth-shattering, world-shocking swordplay.

They saw a grandmaster’s despicable sneak attack on his opponent’s back.

They saw that noble man as if he had eyes in his back, with flexibility and strength beyond ordinary people’s reach, with the vigorous fierce posture of a crane in the vast sky, kicking back the hidden sword.

They saw hard stone blocks shattered with precise calculation.

Simultaneously scattered was the bright blood spurting from Jingxuan Zi’s chest!

Fourth match: Jingxuan Zi dead!

Shocked to a certain degree becomes silence.

In the solemn killing atmosphere, amid the fierce summer wind, Xiao Jue disdainfully lifted his leg, coldly laughing: “I knew you’d do this!”

With a slap he kicked Jingxuan Zi’s corpse flying, landing right at Mu Huaiyu’s feet.

Broken stones clattered to the ground, hitting Mu Huaiyu’s robe hem. Mu Huaiyu’s face was vicious as he looked up, glaring viciously at Xiao Jue: “The rules said stop at first touch, but you killed someone. This can’t count as victory!”

This statement caused an uproar—there were actually such shameless people in the world!

When Xiao Jue won, he spared Jingxuan Zi’s life, but Jingxuan Zi, unworthy of being a sect leader, launched a sneak attack at extremely close range. That force clearly intended to kill Xiao Jue.

Shameless to a certain degree, whether enemy or friend, all would feel disgusted. Some hot-tempered men were already making noise.

Even some among the seven great sects showed disapproval. After all, everyone still had to mix in the martial world in the future. Tearing face to this degree—how could they face people afterward?

Su Xuan on his seat had already said coldly: “Since you break promises and lack faith, naturally I can too. No need to continue the rest—I’ll just kill you all directly.”

Weighing pros and cons, Mu Huaiyu knew that since the fake manual battle, his overwhelming advantage had been lost by more than half. Going too far would turn even the spectators toward Su Xuan, making it difficult for the seven great sects to conclude today’s events. He snorted coldly and said no more, but gave Tianlong Sect Leader Ren Qingga a look.

Ren Qingga stepped forward slowly. By now the sky was darkening, and Blazing Flame members lit torches, illuminating the stone platform brightly. In the firelight, that sect leader was still young—eyebrows like emerald feathers, eyes like black dots, figure slender and refined, elegant, truly a graceful handsome man. He stepped forward, unhurriedly bowing to Su Xuan.

People showed surprise—he was challenging Su Xuan?

Some showed regret. This Ren Qingga was said to have been a young sect leader who took command in crisis years ago. In just a few years, he had revived Tianlong Sect, ranking among the seven great sects. His martial arts were said to be mysterious, his conduct and character also excellent. Though young, he was a formidable figure second only to Mu Huaiyu. If he fell to Su Xuan’s hands, it would be a pity…

Su Xuan leaned forward slightly in his seat to return the bow, but showed a hint of hesitation. He could only fight one match—winning against this Ren Qingga really wasn’t worthwhile…

Before he could stand, someone was already laughing lightly: “Not bad looking, though still quite inferior to me. But good enough to cross hands with me.”

Within these words, the man in fiery red robes had already stepped forward with flying spirits.

The red lantern in his palm flowed with bright light, yet couldn’t match his misty, enchanting beauty. He smiled as he looked at Ren Qingga, examining him from head to toe and toe to head, his gaze brazenly passionate. After a long moment, he giggled: “My mansion still lacks a flower-tending servant. Seeing how clear-browed and pitiful you look, how about following me? I’ll take good care of you.”

His tone was frivolous, completely disregarding this world-famous sect leader. Some Tianlong disciples had already begun cursing angrily, but Ren Qingga waved his hand lightly and the cursing immediately stopped. Yu Zixi’s eyes flashed and his smile deepened—though this person was young, he had considerable authority. Very good, very good.

“You are from the imperial court,” Ren Qingga’s voice was like himself—clear as flowing springs. “How can you participate in martial world disputes?”

“Who says court people can’t participate? Besides, I’m not court people now,” Yu Zixi blinked with seductive expression. “I joined Blazing Flame Gang three years ago and am now a leader in Xuanmu Hall.”

Xiao Jue, who had reached Qin Chang Ge’s side, couldn’t help smiling at these words, quietly cursing: “This guy’s getting better and better at telling lies.”

But Qin Chang Ge frowned looking at that Ren Qingga, saying after a long moment: “This person is not simple…”

On the platform, Ren Qingga turned with a seeming smile toward the embarrassed Song Beichen, asking: “Hall Master Song?”

Song Beichen looked at Yu Zixi, unable to answer for a long time. Su Xuan had already laughed and interjected: “Our gang’s fortune.”

Ren Qingga smiled silently and said no more.

Yu Zixi slowly turned around, properly hanging his red lantern on a tree beside the stone platform. The red lantern was covered with exquisite semi-transparent red silk, dimly reflecting the lantern-holder’s picturesque features. Yu Zixi seemed quite narcissistic, unable to help pausing a while, arranging his hair and adjusting his appearance before the lantern, intoxicated with self-admiration.

Behind him, Ren Qingga stood with hands behind his back facing the sky, patiently waiting.

The Milky Way was vast, countless stars transforming into flowing springs of light cascading from the horizon, reflecting the martial world people holding their breath watching the beauty on the platform, reflecting the red stone platform and the charming red lantern.

The beauty arranging his clothes before the red lantern was indeed a beautiful scene.

Just the timing seemed somewhat inappropriate.

But Yu Zixi didn’t care at all. Before the great battle, separated by several zhang with his back to his enemy, he concentrated wholeheartedly, extremely narcissistically, on admiring himself.

Seeming to find the lantern shade somewhat dusty and unclear, Yu Zixi reached out to dust off the lantern.

He reached out, forward.

Starlight flew across!

Like instantly drawing a rainbow spanning the long sky from his palm, or unfolding a section of folded moonlight, or spreading out a stretch of waterfall!

With loud laughter, Yu Zixi flew backward and up, turning a great somersault in mid-air. That long weapon like meteors, like phoenix feathers, suddenly pulled from the red lantern, already silver light twisting across several zhang distance, slashing down toward Ren Qingga’s head!

The crowd below erupted!

No one had expected this bewitchingly beautiful man to strike in such a strange manner and angle. His post-strike killing viciousness was even more shocking—one “Great Splitting Hand” clearly intended to split the opponent’s skull!

Who had ever seen such unexpected, undefendable killing moves?

In the uproar, everyone thought Ren Qingga, standing with hands behind his back facing the sky with no defense, was surely dead.

Flowing light danced, crashing down.

Silver light covered Ren Qingga’s entire body with no blind spots.

Within the silver light, Ren Qingga suddenly smiled strangely.

His finger twitched, colored light flashed once, then again.

Almost the instant Yu Zixi pulled out the silver chain while arranging his hair at the lantern, silken cord suddenly flew from his palm. With a finger twitch, the cord immediately split into countless colored threads, each no thicker than hair, continuously emerging from his five fingers, instantly weaving horizontally and vertically until the sky was full of five-colored radiance.

As the chain flew forward, his silk net was already complete.

There came crackling sounds as those colored threads seemed alive, seeking the chain’s ring holes and drilling through, automatically winding several times around, each thread binding a section of chain.

Smiling gently, Ren Qingga suddenly waved his hand!

With a clatter, the chain was pulled straight, stopping above his head, unable to advance another step.

Wind blew up thick clouds, making ancient trees rustle, bringing slight coolness. A faint halo illuminated the stone platform—night had fallen.

Clouds stretched far, moonlight dimming then brightening, the light somewhat hazy, faintly showing pale red color.

Blood moon night.

Under the pale red moonlight, the red-robed man and the pale blue-robed youth stood a zhang apart, the red-robed man’s silver-colored flashing chain and the blue-robed youth’s five-fingered seven-colored threads tangled in mid-air, constantly trembling in the wind, occasionally producing light harp-like sighs.

Truly a very beautiful scene.

If one didn’t look carefully at the faint blue light on the chain and the pale black qi on the threads.

Charmingly smiling, Yu Zixi suddenly pointed and flicked.

Every link of the chain suddenly sprouted barbs with a swish, snapping to cut the threads!

Colored light converged.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet—seven-colored threads slowly fell to the ground.

Everyone breathed a long sigh—this person was still cunning…

However, the chain remained in its stretched state, not returning to Yu Zixi’s control.

Looking carefully, they realized the threads were just an outer wrapping. When the threads were cut, there was still an inner layer—gray things like beast sinews, so thin as to be nearly invisible, but even Yu Zixi’s sharp blade couldn’t affect them.

Everyone gasped again—turns out this one wasn’t lacking either…

With watery eyes glancing, Yu Zixi smiled in praise: “Good! I’ve taken a liking to you!”

Ren Qingga smiled slightly and replied: “I don’t keep male favorites.”

…

Laughing lightly like phoenix song, Yu Zixi swept his sleeves. “Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeves” silently surged with hidden force.

The chain head suddenly detached and flew out, directly striking Ren Qingga’s face.

In the whistling sound of rapid shooting, Yu Zixi laughed: “Knocking out teeth that speak unpleasantly.”

Ren Qingga smiled slightly and lightly spat.

A black light was spat out by him, shooting from his teeth toward Yu Zixi’s eyes!

…

The crowd had long been stunned.

What kind of fighting was this?

Up to now, neither person had even moved a step or extended a hand.

Still separated by over a zhang distance.

Yet they had each already tried to kill the other three times.

These two people—one more vicious than the other…

Tilting his head to avoid the black light, Yu Zixi raised his beautifully curved chin, looked deeply at the blood moon in the sky, then suddenly sang softly: “I’m getting impatient…”

He lazily extended his hand, and the chain suddenly began strange undulations.

The gray sinews shook more and more rapidly, creating arc shadows, actually showing signs of being shaken off.

Ren Qingga slowly bloomed with a clear, spiritual smile, stroking with five fingers to immediately stop the gray sinews’ trembling.

Then both chain and threads quieted down, motionless, as if frozen by time or by sparks from their collision in the dark night.

In the distant shadows, Qin Chang Ge suddenly frowned. Xiao Jue exclaimed, as if remembering something, looked up at the hazy blood moon, and made an understanding sound.

Sighing helplessly, Qin Chang Ge said: “This person… clearly has a different temperament from you, but sometimes he’s quite similar to you…”

“Mm…” Xiao Jue looked at her with bright eyes. “Chang Ge, there’s a question I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time.”

“Hmm?” Qin Chang Ge asked absently, her gaze constantly lingering on the arena.

“Have you fallen for that pretty boy Yu Zixi…”

“Ah!”

A low cry of pain.

Qin Chang Ge turned with a smile, looking at His Majesty the Emperor whose handsome face was twisted, saying lightly: “I’m wearing high heels.”

…

Yu Zixi and Ren Qingga seemed frozen by a chain and some threads, maintaining the same hand-raising posture, silently and constantly standing in the arena.

At first people couldn’t understand, then realized the two were actually competing in internal energy.

How strange—clearly both were cunning characters with thousands of tricks and hundreds of schemes, yet most unreasonably, most stupidly, they were competing in internal energy.

Moonlight shifted, blood color deepening.

Silver chain brilliance became even more dazzling, like rippling water under sunlight, dazzling to the eyes.

Gray sinews were gradually stretching thinner, but no matter how thin, they never broke.

Yu Zixi’s seductive smile stiffened slightly, like a beautiful mask hanging on his face.

Ren Qingga’s gentle, mild smile also lost its previous elegant and carefree charm.

His face grew paler and paler, while correspondingly, Yu Zixi’s face gradually showed slight red, like peach blossoms falling on white jade, blazingly beautiful.

Everyone present was expert enough to know both had reached their limits. Life, death, victory, defeat—truly decided in a single moment.

Holding their breath, everyone waited for the final battle’s revelation. This duel was completely different from Jingxuan Zi’s earlier storm-like fierce and rapid battle that let people fully experience the exhilarating pleasure of deadly moves. This was static, gloomy, with hidden surging killing intent—its danger no less than the previous match.

Time slowly passed.

Moon reached zenith.

Gradually moved west.

Moving past eaves, stone platform, ancient trees, onto the red lantern hanging on the ancient tree.

When moonlight fell precisely on the red lantern.

Suddenly blood light flashed, rainbow burst forth!

The red lantern suddenly spun without being touched, whirling blood-red moonlight. That red light sparked at a precise angle, falling like a rainbow bridge onto the silver-colored dazzling chain.

Silver-red light intertwined, brilliance intensified. That light was so passionate and noisy, faintly showing strange patterns dancing constantly, making viewers involuntarily pause mentally and instinctively squint slightly.

Ren Qingga was no exception. Facing the chain directly, bearing the brunt, he was instantly stimulated by this strong light until his eyelashes trembled. Hazily he seemed to see blazing flames behind which snowy mountains stretched white, with a black-haired, bare-footed woman of graceful figure performing a startling swan dance.

That dance was bright and vivid, gracefully seductive, lotus steps and phoenix dance with flying ornaments whirling. Every gesture carried infinite charm. Though clearly just a blurred shadow, her twisting and stepping still gushed bone-deep temptation. Though Ren Qingga’s martial arts were supreme, he was still a youth in full bloom who had maintained pure heart and few desires for many years. How could he withstand such blood-pumping scenes? His inner essence immediately leaked, his mind grew dizzy.

Just that moment of leakage was enough.

Yu Zixi’s so-called internal energy competition was intentional from the start—waiting for this moment.

As Ren Qingga’s internal energy leaked, Yu Zixi’s internal energy immediately surged up. The chain in his hand suddenly straightened like a staff, shooting out like an angry dragon, heavily striking Ren Qingga’s chest!

Spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, Ren Qingga flew out like a kite with broken string, still vomiting blood in mid-air.

Yu Zixi turned his finger to retract the chain, casually confiscating the gray sinews too, smiling as he made a graceful turn: “You’re not bad. I’ll just ‘touch’ and stop here, sparing your life.”

He had shattered almost the person’s entire ribcage yet shamelessly said “touch” and stop.

What a heavy “touch”…

Mu Huaiyu helped up the ashen-faced Ren Qingga, his own expression even worse than Ren Qingga’s.

Fifth match: Ren Qingga severely injured.

Thus far, the seven great sects and Blazing Flame each had two wins, two losses, one draw—evenly matched.

After watching two thrilling matches with strange and cunning methods, people’s minds now hoped more not to miss this destined-to-shock-the-world, once-in-a-century supreme martial competition. They had long abandoned thoughts of treasure hunting.

Among the seven great sects, only Mu Huaiyu and Penglai Sword Sect Leader Jiang Qin hadn’t participated.

Looking at Mu Huaiyu’s expression, he seemed truly angry and planning to act personally.

Indeed, where everyone’s gazes gathered, Mu Huaiyu’s face was gloomy as he stepped forward.

Su Xuan smiled freely and again prepared to stand, but discovered those two people behind the crowd were quietly pulling and tugging.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Your martial arts aren’t complete.”

“Last time at Shi Family Village when poisoned, it accidentally worked.”

“Really?”

“If it’s fake, I’ll compensate you with silver.”

“No need for silver compensation. Just spend a night talking with me at Longzhang Palace.”

…