Zhang Yang's tone was unfriendly, yet he was very conscious of his image.
After saying this, he casually flicked his non-existent hairline, displaying the demeanor of a master.
The next second...
Gaba.
A crisp sound echoed within the Jingyang Palace.
Unable to bear it any longer, Liang Hao rushed up and slapped him.
"What are you pretending for? Daring to put on airs in front of my older brother?"
Who gave you the courage? Damn it, you're definitely not going to live today.
Slaps rained down on Zhang Yang's face. After a barrage of blows, Zhang Yang was completely transformed into a pathetic, dejected man, kneeling on the ground.
"Big brother, stop fighting! If you keep fighting, I won't be able to find a Daoist partner."
"Someone like you can find a Daoist partner? I'm so handsome, yet I don't have one. Where do you get the audacity to say that, you bald guy in your forties or fifties? Take a hit from my Heavenly Frost Fist first!"
"Spare me, brother, spare me!"
Zhang Yang was beaten so badly he screamed, feeling like crying but having no tears left to shed.
Who did I offend? All I did was show off, why was I treated so cruelly?
When Wu Yousheng saw Zhang Yang being beaten, instead of stopping him, he was so excited that he almost jumped into a driving test to cheer him on.
Zhang Yang, relying on his position as an elder of the Court of Judicial Review, spent his days in the palace eating and drinking for free at public expense, which the emperor had long resented.
Now that someone has stepped in to teach him a lesson, he is naturally in high spirits and can't wait to kick him a couple more times.
Faced with such ferocious damage output, the bald swordsman brought by Zhang Yang decisively pressed the restart button after his CPU crashed for several tens of seconds.
"Stop! To injure someone in front of me, the Sword God Ximen Chuibi, do you really have no intention of saving face?"
"And let me show you the unparalleled swordsmanship of the Ximen family."
The bald swordsman Ximen Chuibi immediately drew his longsword and performed a set of "Newcomer Sword Techniques" on the spot, instantly shocking everyone present.
Just as he was in high spirits and about to show off his "Dongxi Sword Technique" again, someone finally reached their limit.
Su Yunying immediately slammed her hand on the table and stood up. She dodged to his side and directly raised her hand, sending him and his sword flying.
Shen Zhao immediately rolled up his sleeves and roared, "Damn it, let's get started!"
Then, together with Liang Hao, they rushed over, and the three of them unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks on Ximen Chuibi...
After half an hour of intense exertion, Zhang Yang and Ximen Chuibi knelt before Shen Zhao, their faces bruised and swollen, a stark contrast to their previous high spirits.
Seeing the two in such a miserable state, Shen Zhao looked heartbroken and said to Liang Hao, "Why did you hit him so hard? He is my fellow disciple, my dear friend and family!"
Liang Hao looked aggrieved: "Big brother, you were the one who hit the hardest just now."
"But he's my fellow disciple, and according to seniority, I should call him senior brother!"
Shen Zhao sighed repeatedly, his face filled with sorrow.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang immediately nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, that's right, we are fellow disciples."
The next second, Shen Zhao said with tears in his eyes, "Why not just give them a quick death?"
Liang Hao immediately realized, "Big brother, I understand."
After saying that, he pulled out a 39-meter-long broadsword and held it to the necks of the two men: "Vulgar ants don't deserve to live."
"Out of consideration for our shared sect, you'll be allowed to leave your last words. Then run another 38 meters; if it's even one meter more, I'll dig up your ancestral graves."
Zhang Yang was shocked and hurriedly pressed down on the blade, asking incredulously, "What? Am I about to leave my last words?"
"Brothers, this is far too cruel. Don't you know that killing fellow disciples is a grave taboo in any sect, and will be condemned by your fellow practitioners?"
Ximen Chuibi nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, you should think this through carefully."
We're all brothers; minor disagreements are normal. There's no need to make it a fight to the death, or we'll be ridiculed.
Liang Hao frowned, just about to ask Shen Zhao how to handle the situation, when Wu Yousheng offered his help:
"Don't worry, if you don't tell and I don't tell either, after we kill them, we'll just take their bodies to the back garden as fertilizer. Who would know then?"
Liang Hao's eyes lit up: "Great idea, let's go with it."
Zhang Yang and Ximen Chuibi were stunned. At this critical moment of life and death, a strong will to survive filled every cell of their bodies.
"Big brother, can you give me a chance?"
Zhang Yang was the first to cling to Shen Zhao's leg.
"I, Ximen Chuibi, am willing to offer up my family's strongest sword techniques, the Xibei Sword Technique and the Rising Sun Sword, in exchange for a way to live."
Ximen Chuibi followed closely behind.
The two men had resolute expressions, completely unpretentious. Anyone unaware of the truth would have thought they were heroic figures ready to die for their cause.
Shen Zhao glanced at the two of them with disdain, then said, "The reason why the Court of Justice has fallen to this state is largely due to unambitious people like you."
"Fine, I can spare your lives, but you must show some sincerity."
"Sincerity?"
The two exchanged a glance, and Zhang Yang said, "Senior brother, if you're asking us for spirit stones or anything, we really don't have any."
“Then there’s no point in living. As a member of a sect, you’re slandering your own sect behind its back. Such a person doesn’t deserve to live. Liang Hao, make your move.”
"Yes, brother!"
Just as Liang Hao raised his broadsword to strike, Zhang Yang immediately shouted, "Wait!"
"Any last words?"
"Senior brother, I don't have spirit stones, but I have proof of my eligibility for the public trial in the Southern Region Immortal Martial Arts Competition. I wonder if that can be used to pay for our two brothers' lives?"
"Qualifications for a public trial?"
Shen Zhao frowned, realizing that things seemed to be more complicated than they appeared.
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