85: Chapter 85 "Unfortunately, you're only at the Innate level."

"Sect Master Shen Heming let out a cold snort, his gaze sweeping over the repeating crossbows flashing with cold light. A hint of apprehension flashed in the depths of his eyes, but it was mostly the wild rage of being provoked."

""You're not here to pick a fight? Then take your people and get out of here!" Sect Master Shen Heming's voice was like thunder. "I'll give you one last chance! Hand over the military power, hand over the account books of the Dragon Trading House! Otherwise, today will be the day the Black Tiger Gang is completely wiped out!""

"The Elders of the Qingqi Sect drew their weapons one after another, the sound of metal friction merging into one."

"Wei Feisen stopped tossing his blade, gripped the hilt backhanded, bared his gleaming white teeth, and finished the sentence he hadn't finished earlier."

""Old Dog Shen, are you deaf? I said we aren't here to pick a fight." Wei Feisen pointed his blade directly at the center of Sect Master Shen Heming's brows. "We are here to exterminate your Sect!""

"As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd of the Qingqi Sect on the Tianquan Mountain archway was stunned, then erupted into thunderous curses."

""Arrogant! A mere Black Tiger Gang dares to babble about exterminating my Qingqi Sect!""

""This mad dog Wei Feisen has lost his mind! Does he really think that by raising a few thousand cannon fodder holding iron sheets, he can contend with a Sect with a century of Legacy?""

""Sect Head, stop wasting your breath on him! Let us go! Let's grind these ignorant bumpkins into meat paste!""

"Amidst the angry curses, you flipped off your horse, your black boots hitting the bluestone slab with a dull thud."

"You have not wasted your cultivation in the past year or so. Piled up with the massive amounts of silver and rare Spirit Pills from the Dragon Trading House, your cultivation has reached the Middle Stage of the Great Grandmaster."

"You walked straight to the front of the formation and looked up at the members of the Qingqi Sect on the archway."

"The Elders of the Qingqi Sect stopped cursing, their eyes filled with confusion. In the tense standoff, you, an eighteen-year-old young woman standing out, seemed out of place."

"Your gaze passed over the crowd and locked onto Sect Master Shen Heming. Your voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears."

""Sect Master Shen Heming, dare you fight me?""

"After a brief silence, the Qingqi Sect camp erupted into roars of laughter."

""Hahahaha! Is this girl crazy? Challenging the Sect Head?""

""The intelligence from the Dark Hall is very clear. A year ago, this Lin Shuangwan was still a Mortal, weak woman locked in the county jail. She's only eighteen years old now. Even if she started practicing martial arts in her mother's womb, reaching the Post-Heaven Peak would be considered a Genius.""

""A Vice Gang Leader who climbed up by flaunting her charms, she probably doesn't even know how to hold a blade, right? And she dares to challenge a Great Grandmaster?""

"They mocked unscrupulously. The Qingqi Sect's intelligence network was not for show. They had long investigated your background. Who didn't know that you were a death-row prisoner locked in the county jail more than a year ago? Even if you had taken some Spirit Pills in the Black Tiger Gang over the past year, you were only eighteen at most."

"At eighteen, at best she's cultivated some Internal Energy and become a slightly stronger weak woman; she dares to challenge the Sect Head of the Qingqi Sect?"

"Although Sect Master Shen Heming was not the strongest foundation of the Qingqi Sect, he was a genuine Late Stage Great Grandmaster Martial Artist. Looking at the entire Great Qing, he was a top expert who could be ranked. In their eyes, this kind of challenge was simply ridiculous."

"Shen Beichen stood on the steps, his Face darkening. He felt that his possession was making a scene in public and saying such ignorant things, which made him lose a lot of Face."

""Lin Shuangwan, you are about to be a member of my Shen family, soon to be married. How dare you be so disrespectful to my father?" Shen Beichen opened his folding fan. "Now take your people and admit your mistake, hand over the trading house contract with both hands, and I can still keep you in the position of a secondary wife. Otherwise, once the Black Tiger Gang is broken, you won't even have the qualifications to be a concubine.""

"The smile on Wei Feisen's Face vanished instantly. The temperature in his eyes dropped to freezing point. Dark red True Qi sputtered on the blade, staring fixedly at Shen Beichen's neck."

""Shen Beichen, if you don't want your tongue, I'll cut it off for you right now." Wei Feisen's voice was hoarse."

"At this time, Shen Yushuang also walked out from the crowd. She stared at your Face, which even she felt ashamed of, with jealousy on her Face, and screamed: "My brother taking a fancy to you is a blessing you've cultivated for eight lifetimes! A cheap slut like you dares to babble about challenging my father? You are simply not worthy of entering the gates of my Shen family!""

"As she spoke, she drew the long sword from her waist, walked to the front of the formation, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the tip of your nose: "Let me test you! Do you dare?""

"Shen Beichen frowned deeper and was about to speak to stop her, but was stopped by Sect Master Shen Heming raising his hand."

""Yushuang is right." Sect Master Shen Heming's eyes were cold. "This woman is too unruly and doesn't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth. Yushuang, go teach her a lesson, just keep her alive, and let her know that once she enters the gate of my Qingqi Sect, she must understand the rules.""

"You looked at Shen Yushuang's Face full of arrogance, and the corners of your mouth raised slightly."

""Naturally, I can." You replied softly."

"The members of the Qingqi Sect sneered one after another."

""The Young Miss is a Genius at the Middle Stage of the Innate realm. Dealing with a woman who has no power to truss a chicken, isn't it easy?""

""Young Miss, be careful, don't actually kill her. The Young Sect Master still needs to keep her for the wedding night! Hahaha!""

"Compared to the Qingqi Sect's relaxation, the atmosphere on the Black Tiger Gang's side was somewhat subtle."

"The Hall Masters in the front row looked at each other and whispered in low voices."

""Can the Vice Gang Leader do it? The opponent is at the Middle Stage of the Innate realm.""

""I don't know... The Vice Gang Leader usually handles the affairs of the trading house. None of us have ever seen her make a move.""

""Why didn't the Gang Leader stop her? If something happens to the Vice Gang Leader, who will we ask for our monthly dividends!""

"In the field, Shen Yushuang's long sword pointed diagonally at the ground, her chin slightly raised: "This Young Miss does not bully the weak. I will let you attack first.""

""Fine.""

"Before your words fell, the bluestone slab under your feet instantly exploded into powder."

"Your body left an afterimage in place, and the next instant, the distance between the two closed instantly."

"Shen Yushuang's pupils shrank, her heart tightened, and an unprecedented sense of death crisis enveloped her whole body. She didn't even have time to make any defensive moves, only wanting to retreat by instinct."

"Too slow."

"You had already appeared in front of her like a ghost, and a fair, slender palm patted gently toward her chest, which was still quite full."

""Bang!""

"A muffled sound of bones and flesh shattering rang out. Shen Yushuang's sternum collapsed instantly, and violent True Qi penetrated her body, blowing the clothes on her back to pieces."

"Blood mixed with pieces of internal organs sprayed wildly from her mouth. Her body flew backward for more than thirty zhang, smashing heavily onto the stone pillar at the bottom of the archway."

"The stone pillar broke, and Shen Yushuang slid to the ground, her body twitching violently, with a terrifying blood hole in her chest."

"You stood in place, not even the corner of your clothes fluttered. You were still in that cold and dusty appearance. You slowly withdrew your hand, took out a clean white handkerchief from your bosom, and wiped the dust that hadn't stained your fingertips in a leisurely manner."

"You said faintly: "Pity, you are only an Innate.""