Chapter 108: Duan Peng, the Proud Master of Zhenwu Hall!
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“Xiao Qingmei of the Xiao Family from Magic City pays respects to General Tang!”
A young woman entered the banquet hall and walked directly up to Tang Qiong, clasping her fists in salute.
“No need for formalities,” Tang Qiong replied, returning the greeting.
“General Tang, I have already met the venerable Tang elder. I hope I’m not too late coming here?” Xiao Qingmei smiled lightly.
Tang Qiong blinked her elegant eyes. “Not at all.”
Xiao Qingmei glanced at Ye Tianci beside her, deliberately focusing on the celestial gate ring on his finger, then bowed with a smile. “Xiao Qingmei pays respects to Mr. Ye.”
Ye Tianci looked at her calmly and said, “The Xiao Family of Magic City—I will remember that.”
“Thank you, Mr. Ye.”
Xiao Qingmei smiled softly and then turned to Chu Wudao, a graceful curve rising at the corner of her lips. “Chu Wudao, do you think the combined forces of the Xiao, Tang, and He families of Magic City can stand against your personal guards?”
“I saw what just happened—you, a mighty war king, got slapped flying. Aren’t you ashamed?”
“How do you still have the face to stand here?”
“If I were you, I’d rather bash my head against a tofu block than stay here any longer.”
Her words were sharp and scathing, biting with cruel mockery.
Chu Wudao’s complexion turned ashen, his gaze growing cold from her verbal assault.
“The Xiao Family of Magic City?”
“Hmph! An unknown clan dares to block my path?”
“Since you’re in cahoots, this war king will take you all down today!”
Chu Wudao roared in anger.
Unfortunately, his roar was suddenly drowned out by the rising sound of music.
Melodious music filled the banquet hall, instantly disrupting the tense atmosphere.
Everyone’s eyes widened, bewildered.
No one knew what was happening.
“From the Rakshasa Kingdom, twenty-six thousand li to the east... crossing the seven passes and the three-inch yellow clay land near the Jiao Sea.”
“Just for a river called Yiqiu... whose waters flow through Gougou Camp.”
“The boss of Gougou Camp is called Ma Hu, but Ma Hu doesn’t know he’s a donkey, and the bird doesn’t know it’s a chicken...”
The singing began, clear and sweet amid the music.
All eyes lifted.
Their gazes converged on a young woman.
She wore a blue dress, her features delicate like a porcelain doll.
Just as beautiful as Xiao Qingmei.
Only, while Xiao Qingmei’s beauty was fiery and passionate, this woman’s was serene and gentle.
Completely different styles, yet both equally pleasing to the eye.
“What a lovely voice! ‘Ma Hu doesn’t know he’s a donkey!’”
“Look at War King Chu Wudao’s long face—it’s just like a donkey’s. Could this song be written just for him?”
“Ha! It really is. Chu Wudao’s face does look like a donkey’s, and his expression is quite sour right now.”
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“I know who this woman is! Zhuang Muqing!”
“That’s right! Zhuang Muqing! I know her too—she’s a top star worth billions!”
“Oh my! How did Zhuang Muqing come to Shucheng? When did she arrive? Why wasn’t there any prior notice?”
...
Someone recognized her identity, and with a few guests’ sharp exclamations, the banquet hall at Tiger Roar Villa erupted once more!
Ye Tianci had seen Zhuang Muqing long ago. He smiled gently, his gaze soft.
Zhuang Muqing didn’t finish her song. Supporting herself on the staircase, she glided lightly forward, stopping before Ye Tianci.
“Junior apprentice brother, we finally meet again.”
She smiled softly.
“Sister, you’re still the same as ever—always craving the spotlight.”
“Your singing is getting better and better. Who wrote it? The lyrics and melody are so beautiful.”
Ye Tianci smiled.
Zhuang Muqing puckered her lips. “Who else but your uncle, the Blade God!”
Besides the Ghost Hand master, Ye Tianci had another uncle nicknamed the Blade God—a mysterious figure rarely seen.
“Where did this internet celebrity come from? Get lost!”
“Don’t interfere with this war king’s business!”
Watching Ye Tianci and Zhuang Muqing casually chatting in public, Chu Wudao glared coldly and shouted angrily.
Zhuang Muqing turned and gave him a disdainful look. “You’re the famed War King Chu Wudao of the Southern Frontier?”
“Honestly, you might as well change your name to Chu Brainless.”
Chu Wudao flew into a rage, slashing his hand fiercely. “Guards! Seize this audacious little internet celebrity for your war king!”
Tang Qiong, He Mingshen, and Xiao Qingmei all waved their hands simultaneously.
Behind them, hundreds of soldiers and guards stepped forward in unison.
Although not from the same faction, they acted with perfect coordination.
“Ha!”
A roaring tide of voices!
The overwhelming might was intimidating.
“How dare you!”
“Just a bunch of insignificant riffraff and private family forces, challenging my War God Hall?!”
“Bugler! Sound the order!”
Completely enraged, Chu Wudao shouted with full authority.
A bugler stepped forward from behind him, preparing to blow the horn and issue commands.
At the same time, Qi Changling emerged, his expression icy. “This is my birthday banquet, and I won’t allow you people to cause trouble!”
“Ding Feng!”
“Dad, I’m here!”
A middle-aged man in military uniform strode forward, his face burning with anger, clearly having reached his limit.
“You are the deputy commander of the Southern State War Zone, responsible for today’s security. How did you let so many irrelevant riffraff slip in?”
“Haven’t you ordered troops to cooperate with the war king yet?”
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Qi Changling reprimanded.
Qi Dingfeng was already on edge, gritting his teeth fiercely. “Yes, sir!”
He drew his sidearm, chambered a round with a sharp click, and shouted sternly, “Men! Control these uninvited guests! Fully cooperate with the war king!”
“All who resist, kill without mercy!”
“Clatter!”
At his command, all the guards outside surged in like a tide!
The Tang, He, and Xiao families found themselves surrounded in the center!
Not only that, a proud shout rang out outside the banquet hall—
“The master of the Southern State True Martial Hall, Duan Peng, has arrived!”
At those words, a group of men in red stormed in like a whirlwind.
Upon entering, the red-clad men lined up on both sides, dropping to one knee and calling out in unison, “Welcome, Master!”
“Whoosh!”
A whirlwind swept into the hall.
No figure was visible—only the sound of the wind.
Everyone’s clothing billowed wildly.
Windows and curtains flapped noisily; tables and chairs along the red carpet swayed back and forth.
“Thud, thud, thud!”
Footsteps finally sounded.
An elderly man in a bright red robe entered the hall, walking with the majestic stride of a dragon and tiger, like a crimson-faced demon god.
The whirlwind swirled around him; his powerful aura made all martial practitioners both envious and fearful.
“A martial grandmaster!”
“The True Martial Hall master Duan Peng is truly a martial grandmaster, and an outstanding one at that!”
“Master Duan’s strength should far surpass War King Chu Wudao!”
“Qi family already has a war king backing them, and now with Duan Peng here, their support is even stronger!”
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People kept their distance and whispered among themselves.
Qi Xian rushed up and knelt abruptly with a thud, crying out, “Qi Xian pays respects to his master!”
“What’s wrong, Xian?”
The red-robed elder Duan Peng steadied Qi Xian.
Qi Xian wept bitterly, pointing at Ye Tianci with hatred. “Master, this vicious brat has destroyed my cultivation!”
“You must cripple him and avenge me!”
“What?!”
Duan Peng roared fiercely, his eyes sharp as swords, glaring hard at Ye Tianci!