Chapter 109: Taking Down Chu Wudao!

“Qi Xian is my most proud disciple, Duan Peng. How dare you cripple his cultivation?”

“In the entire Southern Province, no one dares to provoke anyone from the True Martial Hall!”

“You are the first, and you will be the last!”

With each sentence, Duan Peng took a step closer to Ye Tianci.

By the time he finished speaking, he was less than ten meters away from Ye Tianci.

Tang Qiong, He Mingshen, and Xiao Qingmei simultaneously stepped forward, blocking Duan Peng’s path.

Ye Tianci was the leader of the Heavenly Gate Sect, and these three were his disciples; protecting their leader was instinctive.

“Do you really think the three of you can stop me?” Duan Peng sneered arrogantly.

Tang Qiong’s brows knit tightly. “We can try.”

He Mingshen’s lips curved slightly. “I haven’t fought anyone in over ten years. I’d like to test myself.”

Xiao Qingmei twirled a strand of hair by her chest, smiling gently, “Why use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken? I’m willing to face Master Duan alone.”

Suddenly, a delicate figure appeared in front of the three—it was Zhuang Muqing.

“Stop fighting over it. Leave this old turtle to me,” Zhuang Muqing said with the cutest expression, yet her words were merciless.

She looked like a fragile porcelain doll, innocent and adorable, making it impossible to associate her with the slightest hint of force.

Tang Qiong and the others instinctively glanced at Ye Tianci.

Ye Tianci smiled faintly. “Listen to her.”

He knew well that although this junior sister appeared gentle and obedient, like a girl next door, when she turned ruthless, even he felt inferior.

Tang Qiong and He Mingshen silently stepped back, while Xiao Qingmei grinned at Zhuang Muqing, “Miss Muqing, this old turtle is all yours. When you pry off his shell, remember to sign an autograph for me!”

“No problem,” Zhuang Muqing replied with a charming smile.

Listening to their exchange, Duan Peng was furious to the point of steam shooting from his ears, his nose nearly twisted from rage.

“You bastard! You don’t respect me at all!”

“Today, I’ll open a slaughter to open the eyes of you narrow-minded fools!”

“Girl, don’t blame me for being ruthless and destroying a flower,” Duan Peng growled darkly.

“Why waste so many words?”

“If you know what’s good for you, crawl away with your limbs spread out, or I’ll peel off your shell!”

Zhuang Muqing scoffed disdainfully.

Duan Peng had never been mocked like this before—not by a girl who looked like a delicate porcelain doll.

Unable to bear it, he took the initiative and struck out with a palm toward Zhuang Muqing.

“Wouldn’t it be better for Zhuang Muqing to stick to acting and singing? Why stir up trouble here and anger Master Duan? Alas, such a rising star is about to fall!”

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“Isn’t that true? Why wade into the mess here? I don’t understand what Zhuang Muqing is thinking.”

“She’s just a popular actress. What right does she have to provoke Master Duan like this? Could she have a trump card?”

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