Chapter 215: Chapter 137: Iron-Fisted Suppression, Sparing No Face
’And that old fool, Song Renyi, just had to stick his neck out. Absolutely idiotic.’
’After this, I’ll make the Song Family pay a price.’
"What is it?"
Chen Sheng glanced at Lu Maozhi, his tone nonchalant.
Such a contemptuous attitude instantly displeased Lu Maozhi. He was, after all, one of the Ning’an Ten Heroes and from the Direct Lineage of Luoyun Manor. ’How dare a mere Chaoyuan realm Martial Master like Chen Sheng be so disrespectful?!’
The smile on his face immediately began to fade.
"Deputy Captain Chen, I believe Clan Leader Song has a point. It is hardly appropriate for the Government Office to pass judgment based on mere hearsay. In my opinion, you should head back for now.
It’s not too late to come back for the arrest once you have clear proof. That would avoid any unnecessary consequences. Besides, today is a joyous occasion for the Song Family. It would be inappropriate to draw weapons."
Here, Lu Maozhi paused before continuing:
"I trust Deputy Captain Chen will grant Luoyun Manor this small courtesy?"
But the instant Lu Maozhi finished speaking, Chen Sheng’s eyes flashed with a lethal glint. He moved without warning, his right hand a blur as it swept past his waist.
"SHIIING—!"
A flash of light, dark as ink and so fast it left only an afterimage, tore through the air. An austere, cold glint shot towards Gao Qilin’s heart on the ceremonial platform at an unbelievable speed.
The turn of events was far too quick.
Too sudden.
Gao Qilin was still mired in the despair of being abandoned by his sect, clinging to the last shred of hope that Lu Maozhi’s intervention would save him. He had no time to react. He didn’t even see the flash of the blade; he only felt a sudden chill in his chest before an indescribable, agonizing pain and a bone-deep coldness instantly flooded his entire body.
"SQUELCH—!"
The sickening, muffled sound of the blade piercing flesh was clear enough to make one’s skin crawl.
The Cold-Intimidating Treasure Saber pierced Gao Qilin’s heart with absolute precision. Its tip erupted from his back in a spray of warm blood. With its momentum unchecked, the saber carried him airborne, pinning him fast to a decorative vermilion pillar behind the ceremonial platform.
Blood gushed like a fountain from the wounds in his chest and back, instantly staining his white Iron Sword Sect robes crimson. It also splattered all over the face and head of the Song Family’s legitimate daughter, who stood frozen beside him, scared out of her wits.
"Urk... ghh..."
Gao Qilin’s eyes were wide with disbelief. He looked down at the cold saber hilt protruding from his chest, then struggled to lift his head and stare at the indifferent figure below. A strange gurgle rattled in his throat as bloody foam frothed at the corners of his mouth.
The light in his eyes swiftly dimmed and scattered, then solidified into nothingness.
And so, the last of the Changshan Gao Clan’s bloodline perished.
The Gao Family was completely wiped out!
The entire Song Mansion fell deathly silent.
Everyone was frozen in shock by the killing blow, delivered in an instant with extreme ruthlessness and decisiveness.
No one had expected that even after Lu Maozhi had interceded, his words carrying a hint of a threat, Chen Sheng would still attack and kill without a moment’s hesitation—and with such a clean, single, fatal blow.
The composed, almost smug smile on Lu Maozhi’s face froze solid, his complexion instantly turning livid.
He slowly turned his head to look at Gao Qilin, pinned dead to the pillar as his blood dripped down. Then he whipped his head back around to glare at Chen Sheng, his gaze so dark it could have drawn blood, his chest heaving with fury.
Just a moment ago, he had been speaking so confidently, telling the man to show him some respect.
In the blink of an eye, the man had used the most direct and violent means possible to shred that respect, throw it on the ground, and trample it underfoot.
A wave of intense humiliation and fury sent a savage glint through Lu Maozhi’s eyes.
But Chen Sheng acted as if he had just done something trivial. He slowly withdrew the hand he’d used to throw the saber and leisurely adjusted the cuffs of his official robes. Only then did his gaze return to Lu Maozhi, whose expression had become utterly foul. His tone was level as he spoke:
"Young Master Lu, just now... what was it you said? I didn’t quite hear you."
This casual question was more insulting than any torrent of harsh words could have been.
Lu Maozhi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his roiling fury. His voice, hoarse and icy with rage, bit out each word:
"So, Deputy Captain Chen, it seems you have no intention of showing any respect to Luoyun Manor!"
"Yes. And what of it?"
Meeting Lu Maozhi’s fiery gaze, Chen Sheng’s lips curled into a cold, mirthless smile as he clearly and slowly enunciated four words.
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