530: Chapter 530 Picking Flowers

Liao Meier was stunned. Although she did not understand what was happening, she knew she could not miss this opportunity!

She abruptly pulled out the dagger hidden in her sleeve, spun her body, and cleanly and efficiently slit Rakshasa's throat!

The scene fell deathly silent!

Not to mention the spectators who were dumbfounded, even Liao Meier herself found it unbelievable!

Watching Rakshasa, who was clutching his throat and staring with wide eyes as he slowly fell, it felt like a dream!

She had won? She... had won just like that, inexplicably?

Could it be that his antidote was ineffective, or had he been poisoned?

"No... Impossible! There must be something wrong here!"

"Refund! Refund!! Who poisoned Rakshasa!"

"Rakshasa was clearly about to win. In full view of everyone, you are cheating!!"

The scene was about to explode, and the manager of the martial arts arena had a face as dark as water.

He hurriedly looked at Meng Po for help. "Meng Po, what on earth is going on?"

Meng Po glanced at the VIP stand as if unintentionally, her expression stern. "It is simply that Yasha's poison is too powerful, and Rakshasa could not block it."

"Is that really so?"

The manager was somewhat skeptical. He knew Rakshasa very well; this old fellow was extremely cautious and always made thorough preparations, otherwise, he would not have won for so long.

"What, do you not believe this old woman?" Meng Po said with dissatisfaction.

The manager hurriedly shook his head. "That is not what I meant... Since you, Meng Po, have said so, then it must be correct."

Once Meng Po spoke, the spectators at the scene had no choice but to resign themselves to their losses.

The manager of the martial arts arena found Lin Xiao. Although he wore a smile, he was somewhat depressed.

"Congratulations, Young Master. You may take away three hundred thousand taels tonight."

After taking the silver notes, Lin Xiao stood up and said, "Manager, this place is quite interesting. This young master will come again next time!"

"That is this lowly one's honor. Young Master, please walk slowly!" The manager forced a smile.

Lin Xiao walked down from the stands and immediately disappeared into the crowd.

Liao Meier originally wanted to get closer to take a look, but after peering around, she did not see Lin Xiao's figure.

"Congratulations, Lady Yasha. You are now the Ghost King of the Baiyue Ghost Market."

The manager walked over and said with a smile, "Please come inside. Shall we discuss future cooperation?"

Seeing this, Liao Meier had to prioritize her main task. "Discussing cooperation is fine, but I will only talk to your real big boss."

The manager hesitated for a moment and smiled. "Lady Yasha, the big boss has been refusing guests recently. You will have to wait a while before seeing him."

"What do you mean? Is it not the case that as long as one becomes the Ghost King, one can see your big boss?" Liao Meier said displeasedly.

"You can see him, but not now."

The manager frowned and said, "Lady Yasha, why are you in such a rush to see our big boss? Could it be..."

Liao Meier snorted coldly. "Could it be what? I have been cultivating for many years, and I just want to climb to a higher branch. Tell me, am I anxious or not?"

The manager laughed strangely. "So that is how it is. In that case... I will make an exception and take Lady Yasha to find the big boss, but whether he sees you depends on your luck."

"Since that is the case, thank you very much, Manager."

"Easier said than done, easier said than done. You are our new generation Ghost King, and we are counting on you to make a fortune!"

Immediately, the manager took Liao Meier into the large gambling house and entered a secret passage.

After walking through a long corridor and reaching the surface again, they walked out of a room and appeared in a luxurious garden.

In the garden, there were patrolling guards everywhere.

The manager pointed to a large house with lights on not far away. "The big boss has not slept yet. He is likely waiting for the results of tonight's Ghost King competition. I will go and report now. Lady Yasha, please wait a moment."

Liao Meier nodded calmly, while coldly observing her surroundings.

The Prince of Wu's mansion... As expected, Prince Wu, Liu Bing is the big boss!

"Clang!!"

Suddenly, with the sound of a sword ringing, Liao Meier felt a chill behind her!

She instinctively dodged, but it was too late!

A sword aura brushed past her cheek, drawing a spray of blood!

Liao Meier rolled away in a sorry state. Looking back, a cold, sharp sword was already pointed at her face!

It was a swordsman in black with a posture as upright as a pine, sporting a small mustache, with handsome features and sword-like eyebrows reaching into his hairline.

"Do not move."

The mustachioed swordsman said coldly, "My sword will definitely be faster than your poison."

Liao Meier, who had just wanted to reach for her poison needles, had to stop right there.

"Could you be the Xiaoxiang Sword, Hu Xiao?"

"You recognize me?" Hu Xiao smiled.

"This is my first time seeing you, but I have long heard that the number one sword master of Jiangnan, the dashing and gallant Xiaoxiang Sword, was honored as a guest minister by Prince Wu over a decade ago and has resided in the city of Dayue for years."

Liao Meier took off her hood, revealing a charming and pitiful face. A streak of blood seeped from the cut on her right cheek.

"This young woman has risked life and limb just to see His Highness, Prince Wu. Why did you have to stab me, Senior Hu?"

Hu Xiao smiled without saying a word.

Instead, the manager who had just walked away came back laughing.

"Of course it is because you are not here to join the Prince at all, but have ulterior motives!!"

"To tell you the truth, the matter that becoming the Ghost King allows one to see the Prince has never been leaked to the outside world."

"As soon as you won, you did not care about anything else and only wanted to see the Prince. You must be harboring malicious intentions!!"

"Furthermore, your defeat of Rakshasa today was already suspicious. How could I let a demoness like you succeed??"

Liao Meier's heart sank to the bottom. She did not expect that the intelligence she had previously obtained was wrong!?

This martial arts arena manager was truly a smiling tiger!

"Mr. Hu, give her a quick death. This woman is skilled at using poison; she must not be left alive!!"

Hu Xiao nodded, and the sword in his hand thrust straight toward Liao Meier's heart!

Liao Meier understood that even if she could kill a grandmaster with poison, she had no chance of winning against a first-class sword master who was on guard.

The strength of the Xiaoxiang Sword was second only to the head of the Sword Forest, Bai Jingfei. There were probably not even three people in all of Baiyue who could defeat him.

What a pity... In this lifetime, she ultimately failed to fly to a high branch and become a phoenix...

Just as Liao Meier closed her eyes to wait for death, a long while passed, but death did not come.

She opened her eyes in confusion, only to find that someone had suddenly appeared beside Hu Xiao?

That person was wearing a silver mask and had grabbed Hu Xiao's arm with one hand, making it impossible for this sword master to even strike!?

"You... You are indeed an accomplice with her!?"

The manager retreated tremblingly, his face full of panic. "Who on earth are you people!?"

Hu Xiao's expression became even more serious. He felt that his arm could be crippled at any moment; the force coming from those fingertips was too terrifying!

"Your Excellency, let us talk this over. Perhaps it is just a misunderstanding."

Lin Xiao asked in a hoarse voice, "Were you not a wanted criminal captured by the imperial court back then, a flower-picking thief?"

Hu Xiao frowned. The case files from back then had all been handled by Prince Wu, Liu Bing, which was why he had followed Liu Bing.

With the passage of time, how could this person know that he had once been a flower-picking thief?

"Your Excellency, I do not understand what you are sayin... Aww!!—"

Hu Xiao could not continue, because Lin Xiao had already crushed his hand bones!

"Since you will not admit it, then never admit it again."

Without waiting for Hu Xiao to react, Lin Xiao snatched the long sword he had dropped and backhanded, cutting off his head.

A sword master, in front of him, a Sword God, was worthless!

After dealing with Hu Xiao, Lin Xiao grabbed the dumbfounded Liao Meier and soared out of the Prince of Wu's mansion.