Chapter 150 - 108: Drawing the Sword After Three Years! The Death of the "Little Sword God

He stared at Zhang Su.

He found that Zhang Su had been perfectly calm from beginning to end.

From the moment he had entered until now, no matter what he said, no matter how Ouyang Zhi tried to provoke him, Zhang Su’s expression had barely changed.

This composure made Ouyang Chuan faintly uneasy.

This was Hidden Sword Manor, and there was no shortage of Huajin Martial Artists here.

There were even Huajin Martial Artists from Medicine Valley, like Shen Mufeng, right beside them.

Furthermore, it was common knowledge in the Jianghu that Hidden Sword Manor had a Danjin Strongman presiding over it.

So how did Zhang Su dare to be so composed?

What gave him the confidence?

Ouyang Chuan couldn’t figure it out.

"You..."

Ouyang Zhi was furious when she saw Zhang Su ignore her.

Her face flushed crimson, and her chest heaved violently. She was clearly incensed.

Ever since she was a child, hadn’t she, Ouyang Zhi, been the center of attention wherever she went?

In Medicine Valley, she was the Direct Disciple of an Elder, and all her senior brothers and sisters deferred to her.

Back at Hidden Sword Manor, she was the Manor Master’s precious daughter, and everyone doted on her.

But now, a disciple from the Guiyuan Sect actually dared to ignore her!

How could Ouyang Zhi possibly tolerate this?

Just as she was about to lash out, Shen Mufeng suddenly spoke up.

"Brother Zhang, I am Shen Mufeng, a disciple of Medicine Valley. It is one thing for you to seek revenge over a Jianghu grudge, but to threaten to annihilate Hidden Sword Manor is going too far!"

Shen Mufeng stood up. His tone was gentle, but his words were heavy.

He deliberately stated his identity: a disciple of Medicine Valley.

He was reminding Zhang Su that this was Medicine Valley’s turf, not the Guiyuan Sect’s.

"Hm? You want to take on this grudge as well?"

Zhang Su’s gaze instantly fixed on Shen Mufeng.

His eyes were as sharp as blades.

"Er..."

Shen Mufeng’s expression stiffened.

Under Zhang Su’s cold, scrutinizing gaze, Shen Mufeng’s pleasant, gentle demeanor vanished.

He was even a little annoyed.

With his status and position, he was an honored guest no matter where he went.

Everyone showed him respect.

But the Zhang Su before him showed him no respect at all.

He was even being this aggressive.

Shen Mufeng’s smile froze on his face, and a shadow of resentment flickered in his eyes.

"Zhang Su, you are a disciple of the Guiyuan Sect. How dare you be so insolent on Medicine Valley’s turf? You..."

Before Shen Mufeng could finish, Zhang Su cut him off.

"Enough with the nonsense. You all just feel humiliated because this is Medicine Valley’s turf, you are all Huajin Martial Artists, and an outsider from the Guiyuan Sect is trying to strong-arm the local powers."

Zhang Su’s voice echoed in the spacious living room.

His gaze swept across the faces of everyone present.

"Or perhaps you think that as a mere Huajin Martial Artist, I’m beneath your notice."

"Talk is cheap. Come, fight me. If you win, you can say whatever you please. But if you lose... you die! Think it over carefully. Who wants to go first? Or, you can all come at me together!"

The moment he spoke, the once-noisy living room fell silent.

Fury!

Utter fury!

Both Shen Mufeng and Ouyang Chuan were overcome with rage.

The gentleness on Shen Mufeng’s face vanished completely, replaced by an ashen expression.

He was a prominent figure among the Inner Sect Disciples of Medicine Valley. When had he ever been disregarded like this?

Ouyang Chuan’s expression was no better.

He was the Manor Master of Hidden Sword Manor. On his own turf, he was the absolute ruler.

Now, a young Martial Artist from outside was standing on his territory, spouting such words in front of so many people. It was a slap in the face.

But after their anger subsided, they calmed down.

They all sized up Zhang Su with suspicion and uncertainty.

No one was a fool.

For Zhang Su to be so arrogant, he must have something to back it up.

A Huajin Martial Artist, facing Hidden Sword Manor which also had Huajin Martial Artists, and even with Huajin disciples from Medicine Valley present, actually dared to say something like, "you can all come at me together."

He was either a Madman or truly had backing.

Zhang Su didn’t look like a Madman.

So, where did his backing come from?

"What, scared? If you’re too scared, then hand over Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui!"

Zhang Su’s voice rang out again.

He gave Hidden Sword Manor two choices.

Either fight him.

Or hand over Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui.

Of course, Hidden Sword Manor had a third option: besiege Zhang Su at all costs and ensure he never left Hidden Sword Manor alive.

But if they did that, the consequences would be endless.

True, the Guiyuan Sect wouldn’t declare all-out war on Hidden Sword Manor for this.

But Zhang Su also had a master, said to be a Postnatal Realm expert.

If Zhang Su died in a one-on-one fight, it could only be said that his skills were inferior.

But if he were swarmed and killed by the people of Hidden Sword Manor, that would be a different matter entirely.

A single Postnatal Realm expert was enough to flatten the entire Hidden Sword Manor.

But if they just handed over Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui like this, what face would Hidden Sword Manor have left in the Jianghu?

Ouyang Chuan was caught in a dilemma.

He mulled it over for a moment before finally speaking.

"Go, bring Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui to the Martial Arts Arena. And call for your Third Uncle."

"Yes."

Ouyang Jing immediately turned and left the living room.

He understood his father’s intentions.

Zhou Sandao and Jiang Kui were the parties involved, so they naturally had to be present.

As for Third Uncle...

A thought struck Ouyang Jing; he realized his father was preparing for the worst.

His third uncle, Ouyang Pu, was Hidden Sword Manor’s strongest Huajin expert, with a Cultivation at the Peak of Huajin Stage. It was said he was only a single step away from Pill Force.

With him here, no matter what tricks Zhang Su had up his sleeve, he wouldn’t be able to cause any trouble.

"Zhang Su, let’s go to the Martial Arts Arena."

Ouyang Chuan could no longer be bothered to be polite with Zhang Su and left the living room directly.