Liang Hao was so badly beaten by the female boxing master in the Huibin Hall that he vomited more than ten liters of blood, finally experiencing his first defeat since arriving in the Southern Region.

Or it's the kind where you get completely and utterly crushed, with no chance to retaliate.

Finally, with Zhang Yang's help, the two of them arrived at Jingyang Palace in a daze.

The moonlight shines into my heart, reflecting the love, hate, and grudges of the world.

Wandering the world, I look back and cherish the memory of her eyes.

Alone I drink, consumed by longing and sorrow; when will it end? Who will stay for you?

Fallen leaves drift in the wind, flowers fall in late autumn.

Lost in a dream, I awoke to find love silently vanished.

Parting from my dreams, I can no longer embrace my beloved.

The chilly autumn wind, the desolate, lonely city after waking from a dream.

Snowflakes fall from the sky, scattering sorrow in my heart.

At this moment, Shen Zhao had just finished cultivating the Blood Brahma Dragon Sutra. He was wearing sunglasses, leisurely leaning back in his recliner, humming a little tune and drinking tea, completely unaware of Liang Hao and the others' arrival.

Upon seeing Shen Zhao, Liang Hao stepped forward with a wronged expression, seeking comfort: "Big brother, you...you must stand up for me!"

This match is even harder than the one at the Heavenly Sacred Land last time. I really can't win.

After saying that, she cried like a child weighing over 130 pounds.

But Shen Zhao was still teasing him: "Oh, what's wrong with Liang Shengzi? Why are you crying?"

You think you can easily take down a mere female boxer? Why is this so difficult? He knows boxing, but so do you.

"I refuse to believe that your Heavenly Frost Fist can't subdue a female boxer."

Upon hearing this, Liang Hao cried even harder, pounding his chest and stamping his feet.

Shen Zhao stood up, patted his shoulder, and said earnestly, "Alright, stop crying. I told you before, you couldn't handle a veteran female boxer. Now look what you've done, you're paying the price, aren't you?"

Then, he stood up and walked up to Zhang Yang, asking, "Is the matter finished?"

"Not yet," Zhang Yang replied truthfully. "I haven't even had a chance to say a word."

Senior Brother Liang started arguing with Master Kong. Damn it, Senior Brother Liang was practically asking to be unilaterally beaten up!

Yesterday, she seemed quite eloquent and had such a high-class air about her, but surprisingly, she couldn't even last one round.

Upon hearing this, Liang Hao started howling again.

Disgraceful, absolutely disgraceful.

This was the first time he had suicidal thoughts since his debut.

If we can't save face today, once word gets out, we'll be ridiculed wherever we go.

He doesn't want that kind of experience; he just wants to show off!

"What a fucking useless piece of trash! How can you, the Fifth District Enforcement Elder, not even handle such a small matter? In the end, I have to clean up this mess myself. Let's go to the Reception Hall!"

Then, they walked directly towards the Huibin Hall.

Upon seeing this, Liang Hao immediately stopped crying and followed Zhang Yang.

Upon entering the Huibin Hall, one sees Kong Lian speaking to his colleagues with great enthusiasm.

Shen Zhao ignored him and walked straight to the head seat at the conference table, spreading her hands: "Gentlemen, who I am is not important to you."

I won't say more. For this Southern Region Immortal Martial Arts Competition, I will replace Zhang Yang as the judge of the Public Trial Committee. Who agrees? Who disagrees?

"I object!"

Kong Lian immediately stood up and looked at Shen Zhao with a face full of resentment.

Do you think that the qualification of a public judge is something that just anyone can do?

Especially for a low-quality man like you, with such a despicable appearance, how dare you say such a thing?

Shen Zhao sized up Kong Lian for a few moments and asked, "And who are you?"

"My name is Kong Lian, a Confucian scholar..."

"Alright, I understand. You mere ants shouldn't bother introducing yourself. Just sit still."

Next, you need to watch your mouth. If you can't speak properly, I suggest you poison yourself to become mute first.

Upon hearing this, Kong Lian immediately flew into a rage, stood up, and demanded sharply, "How dare you speak to me like that? Does a mere judge really think he's some kind of lawless wretch?"

"What did the arbitrator do to you? To make you so furious?" Shen Zhao retorted mockingly. "And you call yourself a high-quality man? Look at you..."

The word "inferior" is entirely justified in labeling you. Just look in the mirror; if you had even a fraction fewer wrinkles, I'd think twice about you.

Kong Lian was shocked; in all her forty years of life, no one had ever dared to speak to her like that.

Since he began practicing the Nuwa's Fist, he has always been the one bullying others; no one has ever dared to insult him like that.

"You're calling me inferior?"

"Aren't you despicable? You're too low."

Where am I inferior?

"You're utterly base from head to toe. Your taste in clothing is base, your appearance is base, and your tone of voice is as base as it gets."

Look at your face now, you look even more inferior. Do I need to say more? You lowly man!

Kong Lian was trembling with anger. Seeing Shen Zhao's calm and composed expression, she knew that she had to launch a counterattack, otherwise the feminist movement would lose its luster.

Then, a thought flashed through his mind, and he revealed a mocking expression, pointing at Liang Hao and saying to Shen Zhao, "I understand, you're planning to stand up for that bastard, right? Heh, you're all birds of a feather."

Upon hearing this, Liang Hao was about to speak when Shen Zhao said, "Nan Beng, why can you stand up for those two strange women, but I can't stand up for him?"

You're even more of an idiot than I thought! Is this how you apply double standards? Can't you at least talk about some basic principles first?

Kong Lian immediately perked up, thinking that Shen Zhao had fallen into her trap, and decisively and righteously retorted: "How can they be the same? These two women are all alone and helpless."

Struggling in this turbulent world, what's wrong with us men helping them? Shouldn't we give them some respect and assistance?

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