Chapter 247 : Chapter 247

Chapter 247: Divine Might of a Supreme Weapon -- A Grandmaster's Shadow Appears

The ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍Vermin-Gnaw Whip!

A ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍whip that, upon striking a prisoner, deposited venomous insects in the wound, inflicting continuous poison damage.

A ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍brand-new instrument of torture independently developed by Song Nian, effectively compensating for the weakness of conventional flogging--impressive visual effect, but lacking in sustained power and lasting harm.

Not ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍only did it crack impressively--it did far more than just crack!

Cheng ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Yu stood with hands clasped behind his back, nodding approvingly. He was quite satisfied with Song Nian, the specialized torture talent he'd personally cultivated.

Not ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍only eager to learn, but brimming with innovative spirit--the kind that had earned plenty of System rewards.

Every one of the Jinyiwei's proud traditions deserved to be passed down in precisely this fashion!

For Song Nian, the impact of his sister's recent tragic death had been immense. Even though the culprit Ning Cen was already dead beyond dead, Song Nian couldn't escape the shadow it cast.

Now, under Cheng Yu's guidance, he had discovered an entirely new world.

An art that had reached its zenith during the Jinyiwei's most powerful era, one that made men blanch at the mere mention of the Jinyiwei--the ultimate mastery of torture!

Song Nian's sister could never come back.

But countless criminals still roamed free under heaven, and some had committed atrocities that even death could not repay.

That was when special methods were required!

Song Nian would follow in Lord Cheng's footsteps and bring true suffering to those sinners!

On the other side.

Jiang Hong watched his son being tortured before his very eyes, his vision going red as he roared hoarsely, "Feng'er! You... you people have a death wish!"

His breathing heaved violently with his emotions, and a terrifying pressure built steadily around him.

He was furious beyond all limits--on the verge of attacking!

Cheng Yu watched the scene and sneered.

"Whether we have a death wish remains to be seen. As for your son, Deputy Sect Master Jiang--his prospects aren't looking good. Every deed he's committed is documented in black and white with his thumbprint on the confession. He'll likely be sentenced to beheading before long."

Cheng Yu snapped his fingers.

The Jinyiwei behind him unfurled the case files--densely packed with writing.

Listed upon them were every crime Jiang Feng had confessed to, each entry stamped with a blood-red thumbprint.

"This man treated Great Qian's laws as nothing! This criminal deserves the blade!"

Cheng Yu barked the declaration and drew the unassuming Dragon-Dethroning Xiuchun Saber from his waist.

With a single slash he split the Prison Cart open, then pressed the blade against Jiang Feng's throat.

With his life hanging by a thread, Jiang Feng forgot all about the agonizing pain and itch wracking his body. His entire form went rigid, not daring to move a fraction.

"D-don't kill me!"

Jiang Hong screamed, his eyes bloodshot. "No!"

As a father, he was terrified that the slightest mishap might befall his son.

Cheng Yu smiled and sheathed the saber. "Of course. I did call Deputy Sect Master Jiang here, after all--naturally, things are still open for negotiation."

The instant he heard this, Jiang Hong understood completely. Cheng Yu was actually using Feng'er's life to threaten him!

His fury peaked.

Trying to force a Ninth-Rank powerhouse to act with his hands tied? The man was dreaming!

The next moment, Jiang Hong threw caution to the wind and detonated his Internal Energy. The Qilin Phantom behind him solidified into sharp definition.

Seizing the opening created when Cheng Yu sheathed his saber, the Qilin Shield projected a dazzling radiance forward, enveloping Jiang Feng's entire body in an impregnable shell of defensive Internal Energy.

The mighty power of a Supreme Weapon!

"Cheng Yu, you little brat! Let's see what you do now!"

Jiang Hong threw his head back and laughed. Behind him, the Qilin Phantom--towering dozens of zhang tall--stamped the ground and roared, orange-red flames erupting from its maw. The earth itself trembled.

The shockwave of his presence carried for miles.

Ordinary citizens who had no idea what was happening cried out in panic, watching water vats crack in their courtyards and sundries topple from their shelves.

They thought some terrible disaster had struck.

The martial artists had long since gathered nearby, closely monitoring the scene. Every one of them stared fixedly at the Qilin Phantom with rapt attention.

The might of a Ninth-Rank powerhouse of the Nine Great Sects!

What would Cheng Yu do now?

A savage grin split Jiang Hong's face as he launched himself at Cheng Yu, foot cracking the ground beneath him.

Those Imperial Hounds really were despicably cunning!

Good thing he'd anticipated this and brought the Sect-Guarding Treasure--the Qilin Shield--along on purpose. Nothing short of another Supreme Weapon could hope to breach its defense.

Without his son as a hostage, Jiang Hong swore he would make Cheng Yu's death an agonizing one!

Facing the oncoming wave of terrifying pressure, Cheng Yu made no move whatsoever. He simply stood with his hands behind his back, composed and indifferent, as if none of it concerned him.

Because he had sensed an aura he had never encountered before--yet one that felt deeply familiar.

In that case, he needn't lift a finger.

The watching martial artists furrowed their brows at the sight. Why wasn't Cheng Yu reacting? Had he miscalculated the Qilin Shield's divine power and been struck dumb?

Behind Jiang Hong, Zuo Yang swallowed hard, staring blankly ahead. Could it be... that his father-killing blood feud was about to be avenged, just like that?

But something in his gut told him it couldn't possibly be this simple...

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! There's no way Cheng Yu didn't account for the Qilin Shield!"

On the other side, the terrifying Qilin Phantom bore down.

The Jinyiwei were growing rattled.

Ai Peng furrowed his brow as well. Cheng Yu's plan seemed to have failed.

The power of a Supreme Weapon was too extraordinary--it could protect Jiang Feng remotely. Losing that leverage over Jiang Hong complicated things considerably.

"Lord Cheng, shall I move first?"

Ai Peng knew Cheng Yu's strength was formidable and that the man would never act without a solid foundation. Perhaps he needed to conserve his strength right now.

Cheng Yu raised a hand, his expression serene. "Everything remains under control. Victory is already assured. Lord Ai, there's no need to panic."

The instant his words fell, the sound of something cleaving the air rang out.

SHING!

A piercing crimson saber-light tore across the sky, dyeing the entire heavens the color of a sea of blood.

Everyone froze in place, their vision flooded with nothing but crimson red.

They felt as though they were submerged in viscous blood, an immense weight crushing their chests until they couldn't breathe.

Ai Peng--an Eighth-Rank martial artist--found himself utterly unable to resist. Before he could so much as react, his own eyes had turned a murky, bloodshot red.

He struggled to look around. "What's happening..."

On the other side, Jiang Hong fared no better.

The crimson wave crashed over him, and the Qilin Phantom condensed from his Internal Energy offered no resistance whatsoever--it was effortlessly crushed to pieces.

The Qilin Shield in his hand swelled, attempting to wrap his entire body in its protection.

But then the saber-light flashed again.

The Qilin Shield shuddered and went dark, its power extinguished.

This sudden upheaval left every person present--strong and weak alike--stricken with shock. Not one of them possessed even a shred of ability to resist.

With a single exception.

The Yin-Yang Wheel turned in Cheng Yu's eyes, and he alone maintained his clarity. He fixed his gaze in one direction.

"Here it comes..."

The very next instant, the crimson red flooding everyone's vision receded swiftly. The oppressive weight pinning their bodies vanished. But the terror in their hearts had not diminished one bit.

"What just happened? I couldn't resist at all--that was terrifying!"

"Did you see that? Even Deputy Sect Master Jiang couldn't withstand it!"

"That kind of power--what almighty figure could have struck?"

The Qilin Phantom around Jiang Hong had shattered, and the Backlash sent blood spraying from his mouth. His eyes were locked wide open, staring at a rooftop not far away.

"Strength like that--no Ninth-Rank martial artist could accomplish this!"

Only one possibility remained--a Grandmaster!

Both Cheng Yu and Jiang Hong turned to look in the same direction.

A figure stood with hands clasped behind his back, clad in a dark-red Jinyiwei Python Robe, a crimson cloak whipping in the wind behind him.

A slightly aged, deep voice spoke.

"Jiang Hong--didn't that brat of a Sect Master of yours warn you before you set out? Jianghu folk are not to strike freely in the Great Qian Capital."