Soaring of Galaxia

After Mu Rong Qianji had left, everyone at the scene still felt a lingering intimidation from his powerful aura. The hall that was originally filled with bustling activities had become much quieter. These freelance martial artists that had been noisy earlier now turned to whisper at each other.

Apparently, they were also restraining their fear of the subordinate left behind by Mu Rong Qianji.

Although no one had recognized Mu Rong Qianji, some of the more mindful people who had spent more time surviving in this world had gained some insights more or less.

After taking care of the formalities, Wu De walked out and walked next to Iron Holler. He glared at him coldly and let out a few strange laughs. Then, he turned around to walk out of the door.

This whole thing caused the entire body of Iron Holler tremble in cold sweat. His hand trembled lightly as the palm that was holding the cup of alcohol shook uncontrollably.

Vividly, he realized that although he seemed to have earned three thousand gold crystal stones from this business, he had also created a disaster.

Just when he wanted to redeem himself with some words, Wu De obviously would not bother with this little character and left without a trace.

Iron Holler sat back down in his seat decrepitly and with a worried face.

Around the union hall, suddenly, there came waves of gasps. Apparently, after being suppressed for too long, they finally dared to breathe again after the crisis was resolved.

Someone could not help but mock him when he saw Iron Holler looking miserable: "Iron Holler, what’s wrong with you? You have made some unexpected money, you are covering for our drinks, rightl?"

"That’s right! Even if you covered everyone’s drinking tab, you will still have made a lot."

"Yes yes, since you made easy money, it would not be reasonable to not treat us."

All of these people started to initiate a rowdy jeering. However, Iron Holler had a depressed expression and kept mumbling to himself. No one knew what he was talking to himself about.

Suddenly, a cold voice said: "It would be questionable whether he earned the money. This money was not easy to take. In the worst case, he would lose both life and property.

The one that had talked was that freelance martial artist who had rebuked that butler for trying to cheat Qin Wushuang and afterwards refused his treat.

This person had a ruthless expression and had spoke his mind candidly when he talked.

Unexpectedly, his words had hit Iron Holler’s nerve. With an ashen face, Iron Holler gritted his teeth to let out a gurgling sound.

"Ha ha, Iron Holler, look at your sorry state, are you truly scared to such extent?"

"Could it be that you don’t want to treat us and are deliberately putting on such a sorry state of appearance?"

These freelance martial artists kept speaking one after another.

That callous freelance martial artist from earlier laughed coolly: "He is not faking it. Those who said that he was pretending, that’s because you guys are stupid. This Iron Holler had understood much more than you guys."

Suddenly, Jiu Fang Feiyun laughed and put down the cup on the table: "Bill!"

He put down a few crystal stones and pointed to Qin Wushuang’s table: "I also counted the bill of those three friends on that table."

After he had finished, he cupped his hands toward Qin Wushuang with a smile. He did not greet them and started heading outside.

Stunned, Qin Wushuang was about to stand, he heard that callous freelance martial artist next to him saying: "The one who had just walked out is a wise person."

"Those who truly knows the situation should be leaving after finishing their drinks." When he said here, this callous freelance martial artist also slapped the table, "Waiter, bill!"

"Hey, you, what is the meaning of this by only speaking halfway! Just speak whatever is on your mind, why are you speaking riddles with us?"

"That’s right, we are not knowledgeable people, and we don’t understand your games."

When that callous freelance martial artist reached the door, he suddenly looked back and a strange smile appeared on his face: "Do you still not understand? Iron Holler knew clearer than anyone the background of those two. He already planned to patch up the lie and tried to speak it another way. However, those elite people already saw through his little intentions and exposed his lies. Iron Holler, if I were you, I would have left already. But whether you can walk away or not..."

Before this person had finished his sentence, a sneering voice came from out the door: "He cannot leave anymore."

Before the sound of his voice had faded, three or five martial artists dressed in equipments of superior quality had dashed in from outside. The clothing they wore had clearly displayed their identity.

"Prefecture Lord’s personal martial artists!"

Those smart people knew that these four were not easy people to deal with in one look. All of them shut their mouth unanimously. That callous freelance martial artist shook his head helplessly with an indifferent expression. He started heading outside as he shot a few glances back at these martial artists with some ridiculing and mocking looks.

"You also wait here."

A flash of essence light appeared across the eye of the freelance martial artist. Next, he drew a combat blade across his chest and said: "What? I have to stay too?"

This person spoke with a wild and intractable tone that did not have the slightest fear.

When the leader of these four martial artists saw the extraordinary aura of this person, despite not feeling any fear, he knew that this would not be an easy target after sizing him up. Instantly, he waved his hand: "Although this person talked nonsense, he did not offend the valuable guest. Only this Iron Holler could not keep his mouth shut and offended our guest. Take him!"

The expression of Iron Holler changed abruptly as he flashed under the table. With the flash of an earth yellow light, he started to flee under the ground.

Clearly, it was not an evasive technique. Yet he was performing the underground technique with the help of some kind of underground talisman.

When the leader of the martial artists saw this, he sneered and said with a laugh: "Insignificant talent."

He flicked his sleeves, opened his five fingers to unleash a giant hand seal. This seal rapidly expanded and he pushed it down onto the ground.

With this push, the ground suddenly shook as if the entire ground had collapsed.

Perhaps this pushing down was another invisible talisman with the sole purpose of restraining ordinary underground techniques. It would help to turn the underground rock solid and cause the person who performed such techniques to be unable to move a single step.

As soon as he unleashed this move, the martial artist behind him instantly took out a strange machine. The appearance of the machine seemed like a compass as he put it on the ground.

"There!" Following the direction of this person, suddenly, the body of that martial artist leader plunged forward like a violent wind and only leaving remnants of shadows in the sky.

Suddenly, that martial artist leader gave a roar and pierced the short spear downwards with his full power.

One only heard a miserable cry emerge from under the ground. Following the withdrawing motion of this short spear, an arrow of blood shot to the sky directly onto the ceiling of the union hall.

As soon as this blood arrow spread out, it had turned into a wave of bloody rain like a whirlwind.

Fortunately, it were all elite warriors at the scene. They flicked their sleeve to sweep away this rain of blood to prevent the filth landing on their body when they saw it shooting at them.

Qin Wushuang and his two friends just sat there unmoving while watching this complete turn of events. Could it be that these martial artists under the Prefecture Lord had relied on their authority, and was allowed to killed without any limit?

When that martial artist leader killed a person, it seemed that he had only stepped an ant to death with a carefree expression. One could not tell that he had just killed a person from his expression.

Instead, he said to that butler in charge of the union as if he had just sketched in light shades: "Mr. Butler, I will need you guys to please clean it."

However, that butler did not appear to have a good color on his face as he mumbled: "Captain Ke, this Iron Holler had made a living on selling information and had been in this field for a few decades. I don’t know what kind of mistakes he had made today to encounter such absurd disaster. Also, even if you guys had to execute him, you should have take him away. I don’t think it was according to decorum to execute him in my union."

That Captain Ke batted his eyelids lazily and glanced at that Butler: "This way, you are objecting to this?"

"Captain Ke, my union has always been a place where freelance martial artists come and go. To carry out your execution in this union, you should have at least worked out the details with us. Anyways, this is union territory."

"Ha ha, union territory?" That Captain Ke said with an extremely tyrannical tone, "Let me tell you, in the Orderly Mountain prefecture, there is no such thing as whose territory, all territories belong to the Orderly Mountain prefecture!"

After he had finished speaking, he waved his hand and started heading out.

This rude and unreasonable attitude left that butler in charge of the union utterly speechless. What else could he do when he met such a crab that only knew how to walk sideways across the road?

Regardless of how immense the reason, it was not as immense as his fists.

The other party was right. Inside the Orderly Mountain prefecture, there were only territories belonging to the prefecture. There weren’t many that had the skill to resist if the prefecture wanted to punish someone.

Strangely, that callous freelance martial artist who had walked to the door did not leave when given the chance. Instead, he crossed his arm over his chest and stood on the side to watch the whole scene with a pair of cold eyes.

As that Captain Ke walked to the door, he glanced at this person: "What? Are you not willing to go even though we let you off?"

That person sneered and laughed: "Such powerful awe-inspiring authority, such strong anger to take out on others. No wonder you are personal martial artists of the Prefecture Lord, I am impressed."

Captain Ke was also someone that knew how to judge the situation as he knew that he would not gain any advantage before this person. He only sneered: "Don’t think that we are bullying him and that we are abusing our power. That Iron Holler could not control his mouth and it meant that no one can complain since he sought his own death."

"I am afraid that your act of flattery has slapped the horse’s rear. You think that Iron Holler had offended the valuable guest, despite thinking this way, with their breadth of mind, they would not have asked for his life. You guys are in such rush to brownnose..."

Captain Ke said unhappily: "Hearing your tone, you appear to want to fight for justice for Iron Holler?"

Qin Wushuang had some good impression of that callous freelance martial artist and stepped out to soothe things over: "Everyone, you have already killed the one you wanted, and showed off. It should be enough to stop. There are a lot of hot-blooded guys in this freelance martial artist union. You guys are not determined to provoke the anger of the general public, right?"

As soon as Qin Wushuang had stepped out, a few other martial artists also immediately stood up: "That’s right, even if you are personal subordinates of the Prefecture Lord, you need some reason. Could it be that us freelance martial artists deserve to get killed or hit at will?"

"Yes, even if we are to bring this matter to the Prefecture Lord, we will get a justified answer!"

That Captain Ke gave an evil glare at Qin Wushuang and decided to withdraw according to situation. In fact, he did not have the bravery to provoke the general public. He waved his hand and let out some vicious words: "This is it for today. Each of you better watch what you are saying. Speak only the most appropriate, and don’t spread random gossip!"

After he had finished, he retreated quickly with his people.

This sudden bloody disaster had vividly drawn these freelance martial artists at this union closer to each other.

"What the hell is going on, we could lose our lives by speaking a few words, could it be that for us freelance martial artists, we have no power or position?"

"Isn’t that right? Who is that purple bearded guest? Iron Holler had offended a valuable guest by speaking with him?"

That callous freelance martial artist sneered by the door: "This is not the problem with that important guest. These guys had only waved the banner as if it were a tiger skin since they wanted to flatter him."

"In the end, who is that person?"

"Do you still not understand? That master is clearly related to the few people mentioned by Iron Holler!"

"What do you mean related! That’s because you guys are ignorant and narrow-minded. That person is the Lord of the Floating Snow House, the elite warrior that could rank in the top fifty in the Xuan Yuan Mound, the major figure even the Prefecture Lord wants to curry favor from—Mu Rong Qianji!"

As soon as these words were spoken, inwardly, Qin Wushuang was shocked. Vividly, all the assumptions he had made were verified!

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