After all, Xiang Wudi’s position as the "Spear Expert" wasn’t something he had earned by overpowering Li Changjiang; instead, he had taken the spot by succession after the previous Spear Expert, Li Changjiang, had fallen from the ranks of the mighty. It was quite a case of a title not aligning with its name.
As the saying goes, "A name brings benefits with it."
For example, Li Changjiang monopolized the lucrative waters of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal for over twenty years, and not only did his personal skill play a role, but the strength and reputation of the "Spear Expert" were also significant factors.
Moreover, the title "Spear Expert" held an even deeper meaning for the Xiang Family of Jiangdong...
Therefore, they could not back down!
However, their tolerance and endurance, in Yang Ge’s eyes... was utterly senseless!
"I’m saying..."
Yang Ge was getting a bit irritated and spoke with an increasingly forceful tone, punctuating each word, "Are you deaf to human speech?"
"I’m asking you, whether you acknowledge the reasoning I’ve laid out or not. Why are you rambling about all these irrelevant things?"
"What, using Xiang Wudi’s name to pressure me? How about I flatten you first and then go talk to him at the Xiang Family residence?"
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As the intent to kill arose, his gaze instantly turned as cold and sharp as a knife freshly unearthed from snow and ice, sending shivers down people’s spines!
The bone-chilling pressure that hit them caused Xiang Feilong’s eyes to twitch uncontrollably, sending a chill down his spine to crawl up his scalp...
He suddenly realized, as if awakening from a money-blinded stupor, just how foolishly he had spoken!
Which of the great deeds done by the man before him had been influenced by bribery? Which had ever been cowled by threats?
To try and deal with him using a combination of stick and carrot?
Isn’t that just asking for the Xiang Family to be thoroughly obliterated?
"I acknowledge it!"
Xiang Feilong answered tersely, careful not to utter an extra syllable for fear of any misunderstanding that might provoke the man before him into a killing spree.
There’s a saying that "a man’s reputation is like a tree’s shadow."
When Yang Ge, standing on the corpse of "the Vengeful King of Hell" Duan Yu, forced his way onto the list of the mighty, any veteran of the Jianghu with some awareness of their own strength and standing wouldn’t dare to foolishly "weigh his weight."
"Then hurry up and handle your affairs!"
Yang Ge’s harsh gaze softened as he slightly exhaled a breath filled with murky air. "The people who ordered the kill, the people who did the killing, hand them all over to me. I don’t care how the government adjudicates it, but if you carelessly offer up someone else to appease me, you’ll be charged with harboring a criminal."
"As for burning down other people’s ships, go negotiate with the owners on how to compensate them. I trust that for the wealthy Xiang Family of Jiangdong, these few scattered Silver Taels will hardly be missed, and you certainly wouldn’t want to cause hardship for the families of the boatmen by forcing you to pay...right?"
Listening to him, Xiang Feilong felt humiliated, veins bulging on his forehead, teeth clenched so tightly that he managed to squeeze out one word through his teeth: "Right!"
Yang Ge lifted his bamboo hat, glanced at him, and sighed lightly, "I’m not even angry yet, and here you are, getting all worked up... Never mind, you seem to be quite hot-tempered, so I’ll spare you the stay. Considering you’re the person in charge here, who has allowed and directed your subordinates to commit such a terrible act, it wouldn’t be unjust for you to repay with your life."
Xiang Feilong’s face changed dramatically upon hearing this, and he hurriedly folded his hands in salute, "Lord Yang, please don’t misunderstand. I am angry with my men for causing mischief and disturbing you, Lord Yang. It’s not directed at you..."
Yang Ge replied indifferently, "Who you’re angry at, you know in your heart, and I know in mine... Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to make your move. Go ahead. If you can take one strike from me, you’ll live."
"Fine!"
Xiang Feilong secretly gritted his teeth, his eyes furious as he put on a forced smile and said, "Lord Yang is straightforward. If I continue to make excuses, it would seem I’m disrespecting you... so please allow me to be presumptuous!"
Yang Ge didn’t respond, simply watching calmly as he took the large spear from his men, turned around, and with a deep breath, suddenly released his True Qi with a roar, merging with his spear as he charged fiercely toward him: "Conqueror Unarmored!"
The blood-red energy of the spear shot out like a lone warrior with streaming red tassels charging into an army, or like the blood mist from a decapitated corpse, conveying a tyrannical and tragic aura!
Yang Ge savored this tragic sense as the treasured Cold Moon blade unsheathed swiftly, bursting forth with a pure and dazzling pale golden blade aura, directly shattering the blood-red spear energy and raining down...
"Clang."
The edge of the Cold Moon blade precisely struck the dark iron head of the large spear.
The spear-wielding Xiang Feilong stood frozen on the spot, staring blankly at Yang Ge who was within an arm’s reach, as his pupils began to dilate...
Yang Ge sheathed his blade slowly, his hand trembled slightly: "Your ambition wasn’t bad, but it’s a pity you are not the Conqueror of Chu, unable to shed armor that only he had the right to shed!"
Conqueror Unarmored, a battle to the death!
But the focus isn’t on the "death."
It’s on the "Conqueror"...
A man who at the age of twenty-six had been unmatched in battle, who had conferred titles on lords across the land, his desperate struggles filled others with fear and awe.
Lacking the experiences and the imposing manner of the Conqueror of Chu, yet attempting to mimic his tragic and tyrannical final stand...
Isn’t that trying to imitate an inferior’s look?
This realization brought Yang Ge to an understanding: ’There’s no such thing as invincible martial arts, only invincible people!’
"Thud."
Xiang Feilong’s burly body fell heavily to the ground, his bright red blood flowing from his neck, staining the deck beneath him.
Yang Ge glanced at him, then lifted his gaze towards the huddled thugs who were nearly clinging together crying for their mothers, and said, "That one... Gong Cheng, come out."