Chapter 947 - 355: Wei Banmeng’s Tough Stance, Six Major Powers Flip the Table! (Part 2)

But he couldn’t say it.

That humiliation and helplessness felt even worse than being cursed like a dog.

He could only bottle it up; his chest was heaving, his lips trembling, yet not a single word came out.

That look of having his sore spot stabbed, left dumb and speechless.

Completely ignited the fury and suspicion of the other big shots.

"Enough!"

The robed man from Tingchao Pavilion suddenly turned cold, his voice like shattering ice.

"Old Ghost, we’re all gathered here today for one thing only."

His gaze seemed intent on tearing away Old Ghost’s last fig leaf.

"We just want to see Captain Fang once. That’s not too much to ask, is it?"

He swept his eyes over everyone, his voice carrying a kind of finality that brooked no refusal.

"For him, Fang Qingyu—for that so‑called common interest—how many lives have our factions thrown into the meat grinder of this Celestial Punishment Association? How much blood have we spilled?"

"And now it’s been half a month with no word, life or death unknown! He, Fang Qingyu, should at least come out and give us an explanation! Give our brothers who died an explanation!"

"Yeah! He has to explain!"

Kuang Huo, as if he’d finally found a vent, slammed the table and shot to his feet, his voice booming like a great bell, making the private room hum and vibrate: "Alive, we see the man; dead, we see the corpse! If he keeps playing the turtle, don’t blame me for turning against him!"

"That’s right!"

"We need a clear answer!"

"Come out!"

The representatives of Thousand Machines Tower, the Faceless Brotherhood, and Xuankong Temple didn’t slam the table.

But their faces were dark as water, and the anger they were suppressing in their eyes clearly expressed the same attitude.

Old Ghost was completely isolated; sweat rolled faster down his forehead.

He felt like he was being roasted over the mouth of a volcano.

Let Fang Qingyu come out and give them an explanation?

Even if he could get in touch with Fang Qingyu...

What qualifications did he have to make that happen?

Just as this powder keg was about to ignite at the slightest spark.

"Creak."

The heavy carved wooden door of the private room was silently pushed open.

Five figures walked straight in.

At the front was a woman, tall and straight like a pine on a snowy peak, a simple Deep Blue combat uniform tracing clean, sharp lines along her body.

Her face was chillingly beautiful, her eyes calm and unruffled, like ice that had never melted for ten thousand years—Wei Banmeng.

Behind her, Chu Kuanglan stood on the left, Lu Jiuyuan on the right.

Further back, Su Wanqing and Lin Yu stood shoulder to shoulder.

All five carried the dust of travel on them, and a killing aura that said they’d just walked out of a fight.

Their appearance.

Instantly drew the eyes of every big shot in the room.

"Who are you?!"

Kuang Huo was the first to frown and bark out.

Old Ghost, however, looked like he’d just grabbed a lifeline. He sprang up, his voice carrying a faint, barely noticeable tremor and urgency: "Wait, Kuang Huo, they’re—"

"No need to ask him."

Wei Banmeng’s cold voice rang out, ice beads on a jade plate, cutting off Old Ghost mid‑sentence.

And at the same time smothering the ferocity Kuang Huo was on the verge of unleashing.

Her gaze calmly swept across the six big shots by the table, their expressions flickering between shock and suspicion.

There was no warmth in that gaze, only a high‑and‑mighty appraisal from above.

"I’m one of Fang Qingyu’s team members, Wei Banmeng."

And the instant the words left her lips—

Boom—

A vast, imposing aura, cold and razor‑sharp to the extreme, exploded without warning from Wei Banmeng’s seemingly slender body.

Crack! Crack!

The two empty high‑backed chairs closest to her had their hard wooden armrests instantly carved into countless fine cracks.

The crystal goblets on the table trembled, humming; spider‑web frost lines spread across the glass.

The air seemed to freeze, the temperature plunging in an instant.

Aside from Old Ghost, who’d been mentally prepared and only turned pale.

The other six big shots all had their faces drastically change.

Tier Three Peak combat power!?

This realization was crystal clear in each of their minds.

Just a single team member...

Already had the strength to stand on equal footing with them, even faintly pressing them down?!

The raging anger and harsh questions from moments ago.

Under the suffocating weight of absolute power, quickly melted away.

All six stared hard at Wei Banmeng, their faces shifting, and in the end they all chose silence.

Silent acquiescence.

The fierce, unmatched aura around Wei Banmeng slowly reined itself in, like a sword returning to its sheath.

She no longer looked at the six, walking straight to the table.

Chu Kuanglan and the others followed close behind.

The five of them ignored the frozen atmosphere in the room and the complicated looks from the big shots.

They pulled out a few empty chairs and sat down as if no one else were there.

Chu Kuanglan even sprawled back into his chair like a king, his big bell‑like eyes sweeping the six opposite him without a hint of politeness, the corner of his mouth lifting into a curve with a hint of menace.

Pressure.

Silent pressure spread again like tangible seawater.

This time, it came from the absolute strength of these five core members of the Cyan Dragon Gang.

The woman from Blood Rose was the first to get her mindset back in order. Her face once again bloomed with that sultry smile enough to topple cities; she looked at Wei Banmeng, her voice soft and gentle, laced with just the right measure of aggrieved charm:

"So it’s Miss Wei—my apologies. Might we ask where Captain Fang is right now? The few of us have all but worn out our eyes waiting, necks craned in anticipation."

Wei Banmeng didn’t even lift her eyelids. She picked up the tea Old Ghost had just poured for her, gently blew away the steam, and let four words fall:

"No comment on that."

Crisp, clean, with no room left for negotiation.

The woman’s smile froze on her face, a flicker of anger sweeping through her eyes.

"You..."

Kuang Huo was about to erupt again.

"Easy." The middle‑aged man in gold‑rimmed glasses from Thousand Machines Tower raised a hand to stop Kuang Huo.

He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the eyes behind the lenses settling on Wei Banmeng, his tone calm but questioning:

"Captain Wei, we understand that Captain Fang’s whereabouts are inconvenient to disclose. But cooperation is built on trust and communication. We just want to know—when will Captain Fang make his move?"