35: One slap to kill a Golden Core cultivator

"In short, if you ask me, Huangfu Yi follows a tough and powerful path. Jiang Shuwan is just a woman; I'm afraid she's no match for him."

"Speaking of which, the Feng Family is being somewhat unfair. They have several men, so why let a woman come out to fight?"

"Exactly!"

"Actually, I know why. You really can't blame the Feng Family. The Eldest Young Master hasn't returned from abroad, and the Second Young Master couldn't even stand before. Even though he can stand now, he's still no match for Huangfu Yi."

The crowd was abuzz with discussion.

In the crowd.

Lu An'an's brow furrowed as she heard these remarks.

Autumn Chrysanthemum's worry was even greater than Lu Pingan's.

"Miss, looking at it this way, Jiang Shuwan really isn't his match. Based on your understanding of Huangfu Yi, do you think Jiang Shuwan has a chance?"

Lu An'an shook her head.

"I don't know, but I trust Young Master Feng. Since he dared to let Jiang Shuwan out to fight, he must have his reasons!"

"Oh, Miss, have you lost your own judgment? Aren't you trusting that Feng Ming a bit too much?"

Lu An'an gave Autumn Chrysanthemum a reproachful look. "You don't understand."

"Fine, fine, I don't understand. I just know you're practically swooning over that Feng Ming."

Lu An'an's face flushed with bashfulness, and she quickly changed the subject.

Just then, she looked up and saw Feng Ming's carriage, letting out a cry of surprise.

"Look, they're here!"

Everyone turned to look at the sound.

Sure enough, a carriage was driving toward the square.

A moment later, amidst the gasps of the crowd, Feng Ming and Jiang Shuwan stepped calmly and composedly out of the carriage.

The square was originally used for events, but today it had been simply arranged to look somewhat like a dueling arena.

However, compared to the decorations, Huangfu Yi's expression was even more obnoxious.

He had a very punchable look on his face.

The way he looked at them was full of disdain.

"Yo, I thought you wouldn't dare to show up!"

Huangfu Yi spoke in a sarcastic tone.

Feng Ming, however, remained indifferent. "It's still early. You seem to be in quite a hurry."

"What, are you so eager to lose to my wife?"

Huangfu Yi snorted coldly. "Stop wagging your tongue; I don't like talking trash."

"If you have the guts, get on the stage. We'll let our fists do the talking."

Feng Ming nodded without saying much. He turned to Jiang Shuwan with an encouraging look.

Jiang Shuwan nodded to Feng Ming and stepped onto the arena under everyone's watchful gaze.

At this moment, everyone present held their breath, clearly afraid of missing any exciting scenes.

As soon as Jiang Shuwan stepped onto the stage, Huangfu Yi spoke condescendingly.

His tone carried a hint of mockery.

"Miss Jiang, look at the man you married—he's a coward. He had the balls to accept the challenge yesterday, but today he sends you up instead."

"I think he's just a spineless wimp with no balls. If you surrender now, apologize to my sister, and let her hit you back, I won't lift a finger."

"Look at your small frame; you won't be able to withstand my fists."

Jiang Shuwan looked at him and sneered. "Didn't you say you don't like trash-talking? Hurry up and move; you talk too much."

"Also, let me tell you, my man is no coward. It's just that you're not qualified to fight him."

"I'll take responsibility for my own actions. Come on."

Being retorted like this by Jiang Shuwan, Huangfu Yi's face immediately turned extremely ugly.

"Hmph, refusing a polite offer only to be forced! Since you don't know your place and want to die, I'll grant your wish."

After speaking, Huangfu Yi charged directly at Jiang Shuwan.

In his eyes, Jiang Shuwan was just a weak woman; he didn't even need to use his signature moves.

So, he didn't even use the Tiger Leopard Fist.

This was Jiang Shuwan's first time fighting someone, and she had never seen such a scene.

Seeing Huangfu Yi's fierce appearance, she thought he was using a killing move right from the start. Terrified, she hurriedly used the Icy Continuous Palm.

Jiang Shuwan struck out with a palm.

Instantly, a massive, visible ice crystal palm slammed into Huangfu Yi.

The burly Huangfu Yi was no match for Jiang Shuwan's giant palm; it was like an ant against an elephant.

A loud "bang" echoed.

The giant ice palm shattered. Huangfu Yi was pinned under the palm, slammed into the ground along with the ice, and went still.

He lay there motionless. Blood flowed from beneath him, melting the ice, and the bloody water emitted a faint chill.

Jiang Shuwan was instantly terrified by this scene.

Her face was full of panic and helplessness.

"Husband, what should I do? I think I killed him with one slap."

Jiang Shuwan's shout immediately dumbfounded the onlookers below the stage.

They were still immersed in the giant palm she had just displayed.

They hadn't even seen how she struck or how she defeated Huangfu Yi.

And now she was saying he was dead.

This was too ridiculous.

One must remember that the person fighting Jiang Shuwan was none other than Huangfu Yi.

He had practiced the Tiger Leopard Fist to a state of perfection.

And he was killed just like that?

No one could believe it.

"Did I hear that right? Huangfu Yi was killed? Didn't someone say he could fight a Golden Core?"

"That's it? I waited here so long just to see this?"

"What happened to the promised battle? Where's the exciting duel?"

"It was exciting, but there was no duel."

"Did this fight even start? How is it already over?"

"Huangfu Yi is such a weakling. It's disgusting. 'Fighting a Golden Core'? What a load of crap."

"Wait, why are your focus points so different? Shouldn't the point be that Jiang Shuwan is too strong?"

Autumn Chrysanthemum stared with wide, shocked eyes and muttered.

"Miss, you were right not to hold a grudge against Jiang Shuwan. Her strength is too great."

"I feel like maybe you should find another man to like. If we try to steal her man, the two of us combined probably couldn't withstand that palm strike of hers."

"Miss, Jiang Shuwan's strength is simply too incredible!"

Lu An'an looked at Autumn Chrysanthemum, dumbfounded.

"Are you sure you're telling the truth? You're at the Foundation Establishment Peak and you still can't beat Jiang Shuwan?"

Autumn Chrysanthemum nodded. "I really can't beat her. That palm strike was too profound. The level of the Cultivation Technique must be very high; I couldn't even see its pattern."

"But one thing is for sure—I couldn't have blocked it."

Lu An'an was dazed.

"How can this be? Wasn't it said that she was unfavored in the Jiang Family, kept as a tool for marriage, and only at the Qi Refinement Stage?"

"Her strength doesn't match the rumors at all."

Feng Ming was enjoying the show when Jiang Shuwan suddenly cried out.

Startled, he rushed onto the stage.

Jiang Shuwan grabbed Feng Ming's sleeve, her face full of panic.

"Husband, I think I killed him. What should I do?"