Chapter 220

Shen Qing touched his own mouth. Dragon King? He probably wouldn't have a crooked mouth, would he?

"Scholar, has there been any movement in the Reincarnation Tower these past two days? Has anyone below sent back any information?"

The scholar shook his head: "No, these past few days the Reincarnation Tower seems to have gone into hiding. When Jia Tongzhi and the others attacked the feng shui grand formation of the Reincarnation Tower, they encountered no resistance at all. They are all grand masters, and not a single one at the Yuan Dan realm was seen."

A flash of light passed through Shen Qing's eyes. No Yuan Dan realm? Then they must all be lying low.

There's a saying: when a child is eerily quiet, they're definitely up to mischief.

The Reincarnation Tower is this quiet—it's probably plotting something big.

Shen Qing spoke: "Scholar, tell Jia He and the others to stop attacking the grand formation and all retreat back to Zi Yun City."

"To prevent them from falling into an ambush by the Reincarnation Tower."

"Yes!"

The scholar nodded, turned, and hurried out of the courtyard to deliver the message.

Just as the scholar stepped out the front door, the shadow guard Shen Qiu arrived.

He landed before Shen Qing, bowed, and said: "Greetings, Third Young Master."

Shen Qing nodded: "Let me guess—this is another message from Shen Yun Ya, right?"

Shen Qiu took out a sealed letter from his bosom: "Yes, I've planted many agents on the border of Yun Province. They've sent word confirming that Second Young Master has already entered Yun Province."

These past few days, Shen Qiu has also secretly investigated the Shen family's past. He used to know about the conflict between Shen Qing and Shen Yun Ya.

But that was all—until his investigation revealed that Shen Yun Ya had, on multiple occasions, beaten the young Shen Qing to the brink of death.

This is no longer just a simple conflict.

As Shen Qiu said this, he glanced cautiously at Shen Qing, feeling that a storm was brewing.

Yet on Shen Qing's face, he saw only calm, not a trace of tension.

"Third Young Master, are you really not nervous?"

Shen Qing's voice was calm as deep pool water: "Nervous about what? I said I'll beat him to death."

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded—it was Black Dog, knocking on the courtyard gate.

"Boss, boss, someone's outside looking for you. He says he's your second brother's man."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qiu's body tensed, and he turned his gaze to Shen Qing.

Shen Qing snorted: "He's really eager to see me, isn't he?"

"Tell him to get lost and come to the hall!"

Soon, in the hall, Shen Qing sat arrogantly in the main seat.

A swarthy middle-aged man walked in, his expression bland, but his eyes made it clear he looked down on everyone around him.

Only when he saw Shen Qing did he slightly straighten his expression, though not by much: "Greetings, Third Young Master."

Shen Qing glanced at him: "Who are you?"

"Are all of Shen Yun Ya's men this barbaric and uncivilized? Don't they even know how to announce their names?"

Shen Qing couldn't be bothered to give Shen Yun Ya face, so he skipped the unpleasantries and went straight to fighting—more to his taste.

The middle-aged man stiffened, his face darkening slightly, but he still spoke: "I am a follower of General Shen. My name is Mo Qin."

Shen Qing snorted: "So you're a slave? Why come looking for me? Why doesn't Shen Yun Ya come himself? Does he have no legs?"

Mo Qin's face grew uglier, but he remembered his duty and took out the letter from his bosom, placing it on the table beside Shen Qing.

"General Shen has set up a banquet on Zi Yun Mountain outside Zi Yun City, inviting Third Young Master to attend."

Shen Qing laughed loudly, didn't even look at the letter, and with a casual wave, turned it to flying ash.

"This Shen Yun Ya is still as arrogant as ever, thinking he can just summon me? He can't even say 'please'?"

"Interesting! Go back and tell him: if he wants to see me, let him crawl his own way to the Northern Patrol Office in Zi Yun City!"

Mo Qin's face darkened completely: "Shen Qing! You're shameless!"

Upon hearing this, the scholar said nothing more, turned, and left the courtyard, closing the door behind him. Ma Qing and Zhou He also gave Mo Qin a cold look before soaring into the sky.

Mo Qin sensed the movement around him, but at this moment he didn't care, and continued speaking.

"What 'Passing-Yard King of Hell'? With your attitude, I might as well drop the act. Come, let me test your mettle and see if you're even worthy of being an opponent to General Shen Yun Ya!"

Before he finished speaking, a mighty aura burst forth, a great black sun appearing instantly, and Shen Qing had already arrived before Mo Qin, a fist already flying toward his face.

"I gave you a chance—to stand and return with the message. Why didn't you seize it?"

Mo Qin staggered, immediately gathering yuan qi in his palms, but it was too late. Being at close range, plus Shen Qing's extreme speed, he had no time to react.

Boom!!! His whole body was sent flying backward, but was quickly caught by a surge of yuan qi—it was Ma Qing and Zhou He, who used yuan qi to stop him, preventing him from smashing into the Patrol Office wall.

After all, if Mo Qin dies, he dies—anyway, they could see that Shen Qing and that so-called second brother are utterly incompatible.

But Mo Qin, if you're going to die, just die—don't go smashing the wall to pieces.

Mo Qin is a body refiner, his physique fairly strong, and he actually managed to struggle to his feet, though the arrogance and disdain in his eyes had vanished, leaving only clarity. He hurriedly spoke.

"Third Young Master! Third Young Master! I know I was wrong! I'm just a messenger!"

But the air rang with a sonic boom—Shen Qing's speed had reached its peak. He flung his palm open, drawing five white traces in the air. Mo Qin had no time to dodge and was already grabbed by the face by Shen Qing.

"A messenger? Only now realizing you're a messenger? Just now you were acting like that—I thought you were the King of Zhong!"

Having said that, Shen Qing seized Mo Qin's face and slammed it hard toward the ground.

Thud!

The ground was smashed into a deep pit, and Mo Qin was heavily slammed into it.

Blood mixed with chunks of viscera spewed out uncontrollably.

Shen Qing grabbed Mo Qin's arm with one hand, suddenly exerted force, and with a crack, Mo Qin's arm was directly broken by Shen Qing.

The next moment, he violently twisted and broke Mo Qin's other two legs and one hand.

After this series of combos, Mo Qin was already breathing more out than in.

Shen Qing grabbed Mo Qin's head, her voice each word like a thousand-year-old ice.

"Go back, tell Shen Yunya."

"Let him crawl to Purple Cloud City himself!"