Chapter 115 Settling Accounts 2 Everyone in the hall, except for Wu Chen and Yu Jitang…

Everyone in the hall, except for Wu Chen, Yu Jitang, and Qi Ying, was stunned by her kick.

Although Zhao Xiong Ying's character was questionable, she was indeed one of the top experts on the Blade of Severing Flames, known as the Blade of Severing Flames. Ruthless and merciless, she was no ordinary pampered young lady from the Divine Palace. Yet, she was kicked out of the hall by a seemingly still-sleepy girl in a daze.

The elders of the shrine silently lowered their chins, their expressions becoming even more dignified and calm.

With a priestess like that in the future, who the hell am I afraid of!

Haha~ Hmm, be composed. Oh, right, once today's business is over, quickly inform Elder So-and-so and bring those ignorant girls over to apologize. Madam Wu really did show mercy. Kicking Zhao Xiong Ying away and turning those girls into mincemeat is a piece of cake for her. Don't be so ungrateful; otherwise, you'll bring shame upon your father, uncle, and master, and you'll have nowhere to cry.

The people at the Flame-Slaying Platform were also shocked.

In addition to their shock and anger, Luo Dushou and Luo Duan had another question: both of them had met Lu Qing before, but Lu Qing's cultivation level at that time was definitely not at this level.

Luo Dushou said with a dark face, "Witch God Servant, what exactly do you mean by letting your favorite maid act so recklessly?"

Wu Chen maintained his calm tone, which infuriated everyone at the Blazing Flame Platform, "You're wrong again. This is my wife. I already told Elder Zhao that I can't make the decision on this matter. Oh, getting back to the point, where were we?"

You're not some senile old man over a hundred, how can you be so forgetful? Luo Dushou glanced outside, thinking that Zhao Xiong Ying couldn't possibly be so bad as to be unable to beat a mere young girl.

To make matters worse, Yu Jitang added fuel to the fire, "We were just talking about whether Elder Zhao's sword would agree. How about we wait a bit? What if Elder Zhao's sword does agree?"

The faces of the people on the Zhan Yan Platform ranged from dark to red. They wanted to retort, but then they thought about how Lu Qing's kick had been completely unorthodox. How come Elder Zhao hadn't dodged it? Everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn outwards.

As for Elder Zhao Xiong Ying, he truly did not expect that this little girl, whom he had to look down upon, would kick him right away. Moreover, the force and angle of this kick were extremely tricky, causing him to roll repeatedly in the air and almost become a rolling gourd when he landed on the ground.

In a moment of desperation, Zhao Xiong Ying drew her waist knife and plunged it into the bluestone beneath her, finally regaining her balance. "Little girl, who exactly are you?"

Lu Qing tilted her head, still feeling a bit dizzy after resting for several days. "If you're going to fight, then fight! Why all the nonsense? Are you expecting me to give you gifts every holiday? You ruined my Falling Sword Stone, which was my first act of making a name for myself. It's one thing for a clueless young girl like me to do something like this, but for you renowned experts to do something like this, coming all this way to ruin the reputation of a nobody like me? What do you mean by that?"

Zhao Xiong Ying's head was about to explode. How could he have known that this stone really belonged to a little girl? If he had known earlier, he definitely wouldn't have stooped to arguing with her. Besides, this girl was cunning and probably not easy to deal with. If he were to fall into her hands, it would be a real shame! "Alright, I won't hold it against you. I broke one of your swords, so I'll just give you a new one as compensation."

Lu Qing thought for a moment, "That's not what you said just now. Didn't you say it was going to involve three kneelings and nine kowtows?"

Zhao Xiong Ying glared at her, "Little girl, don't be stubborn and end up crying and making a scene later."

Lu Qing reached out and pressed his temples. “I thought you seniors were truly men of your word and would never go back on your promises. Who was it that said an apology should be done properly, with three kneelings and nine kowtows? If you’re not going to keep your word and refuse to kneel and kowtow, fine, but if you break the sword on my Sword-Falling Stone, you can use your waist knife to make amends.”

Zhao Xiong Ying's heart skipped a beat. "Little girl, are you just deliberately trying to cause trouble?"

Lu Qing shook her head. "I just want to fight. If you don't want to fight, leave your knife behind. I mean what I say, and I definitely won't cause you any trouble. But if you want to treat me like a child, I have no interest in playing along." She held out her hand. "Are you going to give it to me or not? If you don't, I'll take it myself."

Seeing that her gentle approach wasn't working, Zhao Xiong Ying decided to put on a stern face and said, "Little girl, since you're determined to embarrass me, don't blame me for being rude."

Seeing that he had finally stopped talking and started to gather his strength, Lu Qing nodded and reached out to grab him. A precious sword, deeply embedded in the falling sword stone, vibrated and then emitted a clear sound before flying out of the stone and slashing towards Zhao Xiong Ying.

This sword strike was remarkably similar to the kick Lu Qing had delivered to Zhao Xiong Ying earlier. There was no fancy opening, no astonishing speed; it was simply a straight, even slash down into the air. The thin blade trembled in the clouds, slender and utterly intimidating.

Zhao Xiong Ying snorted coldly. Since she was going to make a move, he would show this girl what she was made of. He refused to believe that a mere immature girl could be that powerful, even if she had started cultivating from the womb. He had already gathered his strength in his golden saber, and with a loud shout, he slashed at the flying sword with all his might.

One is slender, the other is robust; one is unremarkable, the other is imposing.

Everyone in the hall watched the little incident outside in silence. Wu Chen showed no concern whatsoever, and simply had a servant brew another cup of spiritual tea and bring it up.

Luo Dushou's gaze never left Wu Chen. Just as he was about to break the silence in the hall, a series of teeth-grinding, grinding noises suddenly came from outside. It sounded like hard rock being crushed, or like the grinding of two sharp weapons' teeth. Immediately afterward, Zhao Xiong Ying's muffled groan was clearly audible.

The people at the Blazing Flame Platform could no longer sit still. Luo Du'an was the first to stand up, quickly walked out of the hall, and exclaimed in surprise, "Elder Zhao!"

Everyone rushed out eagerly.

The exquisitely beautiful flying sword descended from the sky, pressing down on Zhao Xiong Ying's golden saber. The spiritual light on Zhao Xiong Ying's golden saber flickered frantically, and a thin crack appeared at the point where the blade met the flying sword, about three-thirds of the way down.

Zhao Xiong Ying was sweating profusely, and his heart was breaking. The pressure exerted on him by the flying sword that was more decorative than practical was unprecedented. He could only grit his teeth and endure it, hoping that Luo Du Shou would understand his predicament and help him.

Otherwise, even if we exhaust the waters of the three rivers one day, we will not be able to wash away the shame on our faces today.

Lu Qing made a sword gesture with his right hand, pointing diagonally to the sky, looking relaxed. He even turned around to look at the group when he heard their footsteps.

Only Yu Jitang seemed to be watching a street performance, clapping and cheering, making a lot of noise.

Luo Du'an stepped forward and bowed to Lu Qing, "Madam Wu, it's been a long time."

Lu Qingchao glanced at him, "You want to come along too?"

“No,” Luo Du’an, the youngest of the Zhan Yantai group, said with a forced smile, “Zhan Yantai and the Divine Palace have been on good terms for ten thousand years. Since we are just exchanging sparring tips, let’s not hurt our friendship.”

Yu Jitang sneered, "What, it seems Elder Zhao is going to agree to the waist knife offer, and now he doesn't want to hurt the harmony?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Xiong Ying's golden knife made a desperate cracking sound and split in two.

Luo Dushou, who rushed over, immediately shouted, "Stop!"

But the flying sword had already landed.

Zhao Xiong Ying desperately leaped backward, but the blade of the flying sword was already close to her eyebrows...