Dominating Martial King
Chapter 413 - 413 237 Double Saber Gang Requesting Subscriptions_3

413: Chapter 237 Double Saber Gang (Requesting Subscriptions)_3 413: Chapter 237 Double Saber Gang (Requesting Subscriptions)_3 This place had already drawn swords and bows.

Ji Qianqian, Lu Pingyuan, and the Red Robed Martial Masters of Winning and Losing Tower all had drawn their weapons.

Only Lu Luanti, still calm and collected, sat on the table.

She held a tea bowl and coldly smirked.

Their opponents were two young masters dressed extravagantly.

One was taller, with a strong physique and handsome features; the other was shorter and thin, with feminine features, almost like a woman.

Behind them stood thirteen guards, who also held gleaming swords and knives, concentrating and on guard.

Chu Xisheng leapt in from the window, and coldly swept his gaze over these guards, “Put away your weapons!

Otherwise, I won’t let a single one of you leave the Ancient Market.”

As he finished speaking, a grotesque beast with a dragon’s head and a jackal’s body suddenly materialized behind Chu Xisheng.

It made no special movements, only holding a battle blade in its mouth and coldly staring at these people, yet its imposing presence was monumental, like a mountain.

Among the thirteen guards, eight immediately bled from their noses and mouths.

Their faces turned pale as they struggled to endure and hesitantly exchanged glances.

Not until the robust young master raised his hand did these guards, as if relieved of a heavy burden, hurriedly sheathe their swords and knives.

These people were secretly alarmed, thinking that the one known as ‘Chu Yidao’ truly lived up to his reputation.

The other party clearly had not used full force with his Sword Intent’s oppression, yet they already felt a crushing pain in their Divine Thoughts, as if being shattered, unable to bear it.

Once these guards had sheathed their swords, Ji Qianqian, leading the people from West Mountain Hall, also coldly put away their weapons.

“What a Chu Yidao!

Indeed his Sword Intent is extremely strong, domineering and impressive.”

The robust young master smiled, stood up, and cupped his fist toward Chu Xisheng, “I am Yuan Ding, related to the newly appointed Prefecture Governor of this county.

I am new to this esteemed place and wish to make a living in Xiushui County.

I kindly ask Master Chu to be magnanimous and sell me the business of South Street Temple Market; the price is negotiable!”

Chu Xisheng couldn’t help but laugh sarcastically, his gaze tinged with derision, “I heard from my subordinates that your offer is only 150,000 Demon Silver?

Of which, a hundred thousand will be on credit, to be repaid in installments.”

He didn’t absolutely need to hold onto the business at South Street Temple Market.

As long as the price was right, he was willing to sell.

If he could get a sum of cash and make Chu Yunyun happy, why not?

But this Mr.

Yuan’s audacity was truly excessive.

The income from Winning and Losing Tower alone was at least forty thousand a month.

This person not only offered merely 150,000, but most of it he wanted to get for nothing.

“Mr.

Yuan has already shown great sincerity.”

Yuan Ding smirked, self-assured, “It is said that Master Chu and the son of the former Prefecture Governor are good friends who would defend each other for thousands of miles, a famous story in the Jianghu.

Perhaps you and I can also become friends.”

Chu Xisheng couldn’t help but shake his head slightly, his tone unapologetic, “Not just anyone is worthy to be my friend.

Someone, please escort them out!

Also, make sure these people are never allowed to step into Winning and Losing Tower again, that is, unless Mr.

Yuan would like to contest us further.”

This time at the Life and Death Arena contest, Yuan Ding had brought him tens of thousands of taels in profit, which naturally pleased Chu Xisheng.

At that, Yuan Ding’s expression instantly turned frigid; “Master Chu should not be so ungrateful!

Do you know who this person beside me is?

He is Young Master Xiahou Shen from the household of the East State Inspector!”

Upon hearing this, Chu Xisheng was startled and looked toward the effeminate young master.

This person still sat at the table, ambiguously smiling while eating the snacks on the table.

The so-called ‘Inspector’ was formerly known as the ‘Head of the Criminal Justice Department,’ overseeing criminal matters within the state.

In this world rich in martial virtues, the status of an Inspector is exceptionally prominent.

Even though some authority had been delegated to the Six Gates, their status remained high, second only to two people in East State, above tens of thousands.

Chu Xisheng recalled that not long ago, it was the county governor who had brought the East State Inspector, begging the Iron Banner Gang and several families to negotiate.

Yuan Ding continued to sneer, “This business in South Street Temple Market is what you took over from Zuo Ya, who didn’t spend a cent, and you should be satisfied with 150,000 taels.

This business is not something you can just keep if you want to.

Offending us both does you no good—”

Before he could finish, Chu Xisheng directly kicked the wooden table in front of him, splashing the tea and snacks all forward.

The guards’ expressions subtly changed, and they quickly moved to shield their two young masters.

But Chu Xisheng’s action was too fast and abrupt, causing tea to splash over the faces of both Yuan Ding and Xiahou Shen.

The tea wasn’t very hot, but both were immediately furious and glared furiously at Chu Xisheng.

Chu Xisheng then smiled warmly at them, “Are you leaving or not?”

A green hue flashed across the feminine face of Xiahou Shen, “I want him crippled!”

Behind him, a skinny swordsman wearing a bamboo hat, who had been standing all along, heard this command and instantly moved like a ghost, leaving a trail of afterimages.

In less than a fraction of a second, he appeared in front of Chu Xisheng, his long, narrow sword directly aimed at Chu Xisheng’s brow.

Chu Xisheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he could tell from the man’s skills that this was one of the top experts, only two or three grades below Long Heng.

His hand and body speed were almost as good as Long Heng’s.

Chu Xisheng’s right hand also moved like a phantom.

The Gentle Wind Thunder Blade immediately “clang” came out of the scabbard, deflecting the opponent’s thin sword.