Chapter 1190

Without hesitation, she could not accept it either.

She deeply detested the current state of Shanghai—the concessions, the foreigners, the gangs—these were three malignant tumors that had to be eradicated.

After much thought, Feng Chengcheng finally made up her mind.

"First, eliminate the gangs, then let Father retire at home."

Feng Chengcheng clenched her teeth in fury, squeezing hard— the back of the chair beside her shattered into fragments under her grip.

She turned and left, soon arriving at the seashore.

Gazing out over the ocean, she saw the fleets of the great powers patrolling there.

Along the shore, many foreigners gathered, standing tall and proud.

This was the symbol of their nations' strength!

"Young Lady, there are too many foreigners here—please return at once!"

As the gang boss's daughter, Feng Chengcheng naturally had bodyguards.

Seeing her appear here, the bodyguards were startled.

They had assumed their Young Lady was merely taking a stroll and hadn't taken it seriously.

But now, their Young Lady had come to the seashore.

There were so many foreigners here—if they took a fancy to the Young Lady's beauty and tried to kidnap her, should they intervene or not?

If they intervened, they'd offend the foreigners.

If they didn't, they'd offend the gang boss.

Both choices were dead ends.

The hidden bodyguards could no longer hold back—they rushed out, faces beaming with obsequiousness, hoping the Young Lady would change her mind.

But Feng Chengcheng paid them no heed; with a thought, a gleaming sword materialized in her hand.

"Oh, my goodness, Eastern magic!"

"What a beautiful magician!"

The two bodyguards exchanged glances, their expressions filled with dread.

"Damn it, the Young Lady has drawn the foreigners' attention!"

"What do we do?"

As they pondered, Feng Chengcheng swung her sword toward the ocean.

Boom—

A magnificent blade of light erupted, cleaving the ocean's surface.

At first, those present thought it was magic, just a visual effect.

Until the sea was split open, revealing the seabed, and endless waves surged into the air before crashing down, turning the entire beach into a flooded wasteland—everyone except Feng Chengcheng became

drenched chickens.

Only then did the crowd snap back to reality.

"Not magic—it's Eastern immortal arts!"

"

One foreigner, ignoring the pain of a lobster claw pinching his scalp, screamed in terror.

He stared at Feng Chengcheng, eyes bulging wide.

The other foreigners, upon hearing this, turned pale.

"A god?"

"It's the Sword Immortal!"

The local people, however, were overjoyed; ignoring the seawater soaking the ground, they bowed reverently.

Suddenly, a foreigner shrieked: "Our fleet is gone!"

Everyone turned—and saw that the Gao Lu fleet had vanished from the ocean.

Feng Chengcheng raised her sword again and slashed once more.

"Oh, my goodness, this is divine punishment!"

On the warships, soldiers had just recovered from the terror of the previous blade of light when another sword slash descended upon their fleet; as they tried to flee, the heavens and earth trembled violently.

Their vision filled with blue.

They had fallen into the water.

A colossal ocean wave surged forward—just one strike, and all were knocked unconscious.

Even the best swimmers among them escaped not a single soul.

"No!"

"Devil!"

The foreigners felt icy cold all over.

But Feng Chengcheng paid them no mind, slashing again and again, wiping clean every foreign fleet from the ocean.

The crimes the foreigners had committed on this land were countless.

Feng Chengcheng felt not the slightest burden after those sword strikes.

"A god has descended!"

"No one will dare oppress us again!"

The crowd, young and old alike, wept with joy and bowed reverently toward Feng Chengcheng.

Suddenly, a rhythmic marching sound arose.

From afar, a squad of Constables rushed forward; as they drew near, one officer gave the order, and all drew their guns, forming several rows and aiming squarely at Feng Chengcheng.

"Immortal, run!"

The common folk had a natural fear of firearms; their expressions changed, and they rushed in front of Feng Chengcheng to shield her from the guns.

Feng Chengcheng gave a light laugh, waved a hand, and sent all the common folk several hundred meters away.

Only then did she stride forward.

"Bang!"

The next instant, a volley of gunshots rang out.

Feng Chengcheng was unmoved; the bullets had barely left the barrels before they dropped to the ground, as if every weapon had failed.

"You actually have the nerve to draw guns in front of a Land Immortal?"

With a wave of her hand, all the guns in the patrol officers' hands flew into her grasp; with a single thought, they all melted into molten iron.

"From today on, I call the shots on the Shanghai Bund. Any objections?"

The patrol officers went pale, terrified beyond measure.

They were natives of this very land—how could they not have known there were immortals on their own soil?

Seeing Feng Chengcheng's gaze turn sharp,

everyone jolted awake and hurriedly dropped to their knees.

"We pay our respects, my lord!"

"Get up, don't kneel! Take me to every concession."

"Yes."

A moment later.

The Gao Lu concession vanished!

The John Bull concession vanished!

The Bald Eagle concession vanished!

Feng Chengcheng was extraordinarily efficient; besides the concessions, every gang in the city was swept clean by her as well.

Naturally, her father's gang was among them.

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