Chapter 70: Grievance Match

"What do you mean by this?" Zhu Hongxue's pretty face darkened: "We are here to resolve a Grievance Match."

"Right, resolve a Grievance Match, so be it. If it's something I can accept, I will accept the mediation; if it's something I cannot accept, then of course I will not accept the mediation."

"Why don't you ask why I kicked his Qinglong Society's Martial Sect? Why don't you say why I crippled Zhou Qing's cultivation and broke both his arms?" Chen Yu stood up and said: "Xuanwu Tea House is known as the place in the jianghu to resolve grievances. But in my eyes, it is nothing more than this. Today, I will put my words here: Zhou Long apologizes to me, and from now on, the Qinglong Society disappears from Fengling, and this matter will be settled. Otherwise, his fate will be the same as his several junior brothers."

"Presumptuous." Zhou Long struck the table beside him, leaving a white palm print: "Chen Yu, since you do not accept my terms, then today I will destroy you to avenge my Qinglong Society."

"Mr. Chen, you had better think clearly. If you make a move, the nature of this will be different," Zhu Hongxue stared at Chen Yu.

"I have thought clearly enough. If you want to make a move, then do it. Even if you and the other two Taibao come at me together, it's no problem," Chen Yu sneered.

"Presumptuous! We Thirteen Taibao have never encountered someone as arrogant as you. Today I will teach you a good lesson so you don't go around not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth." Ren Fei was furious; he grabbed and flicked his right hand, and a nine-section whip appeared in his hand.

With a *snap*, the tip of the whip curled, a spark flew out, and he was about to strike.

"Sixth Brother, count me in. I don't believe that we would be outdone by this brat today." Zhang Zhaoming also stood out, intending to make a move.

"Since when have the Thirteen Taibao fallen to such a state, acting as champions for a third-rate sect in the jianghu?" The door opened, and a hunched old man walked out.

This old man was none other than Xie Bo, the sweeping old man in front of Huang Siye's door. He had another identity: the head of the Thirteen Taibao, Xie Wuji.

"Big Brother." The expressions of Ren Fei and Zhang Zhaoming changed drastically.

Xie Wuji had not concerned himself with jianghu affairs for twenty years; why had he suddenly appeared now?

"Mr. Chen, I have come at the request of Huang Siye. I hope I can be of some assistance to you," Xie Wuji walked to Chen Yu's side and said.

"Thank you for your trouble, Xie Bo," Chen Yu smiled.

Xie Wuji nodded and stood behind Chen Yu, his eyes slightly lowered, just like an elderly servant.

But the moment he stood there, Ren Fei and Zhang Zhaoming didn't even dare to let out a fart. They, along with the injured Li Zhongyi, slunk away into the corner.

"Is Senior Xie also going to interfere in our affairs?" Zhou Long's expression was very ugly.

"The Qinglong Society does not follow the rules of the jianghu, colludes with the brat surnamed Du, and treats human life like grass. Your disciples have even helped the wicked, doing many harmful things for Du Feng's nephew."

"Little girl Zhu, your foster father has rarely interfered in jianghu matters these years, but the Xuanwu Tea House is still the Xuanwu Tea House. I also advise you not to tarnish the status of the Xuanwu Tea House in the jianghu because of a moment of selfishness," Xie Wuji said indifferently.

"Senior Xie's lesson is well-taken," Zhu Hongxue smiled, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes. She turned back and said: "But it is also a fact that Chen Yu injured people and destroyed someone's signboard."

"People in the jianghu value face. Chen Yu leaves no room for others, which is also inappropriate. If Senior Zhou does not achieve his desired outcome today, he will not be able to swallow this breath."

"If you can't swallow it, then make a move." The door opened, and another old man walked in. This old man was none other than Li Lao, whom Chen Yu had just helped.

He had another identity: the master of the Xuanwu Tea House, Li Xuanling.

"It's you?" Chen Yu was slightly stunned.

"Young man, we meet again," Li Xuanling smiled slightly: "Hongxue, let me preside over today's matter."

"Foster father, didn't you go into seclusion to recuperate?" Zhu Hongxue was stunned.

"No need. The 'willow nail' has been removed; from now on, I will never need to go into seclusion every half month," Li Xuanling said indifferently.

"What? Foster father's injury has healed?" Zhu Hongxue was shocked. A strange look flashed in her eyes, but she immediately bowed and said: "Congratulations, foster father. Your lung injury of several decades is finally healed."

"Zhou Long, I have already understood the cause of the matter. The fault lies with your Qinglong Society for not following the rules. You are unconvinced, right?" Li Xuanling turned back and said.

"He destroyed my Qinglong Martial Arts Hall. I will not give up until this breath is vented," Zhou Long shouted.

"Then you two go one-on-one and completely settle today's grievance," Li Xuanling waved his hand.

Eight men in red shouted in unison, *boom, boom, boom*, the sound of drums rang out.

"Chen Yu, today I will take your life," Zhou Long roared, his Qi sank, and he charged fiercely toward Chen Yu.

*Boom! * Zhou Long's Qinglong Fist was extremely overbearing, and with the support of his Martial True Realm cultivation, its power was even greater.

Chen Yu did not waste words; he condensed his Sacred Clear Qi and struck out with a punch.

*Bang! * The two fists collided. Zhou Long's figure swayed, and with a *crack*, his right fist broke.

Chen Yu took a step forward, *crack*, the floorboards under his feet shattered. His momentum did not diminish, and he continued to strike.

*Boom... * A double-layered Dark Energy erupted from his fist. Zhou Long spat out a mouthful of blood and flew over a zhang away.

Everyone present was shocked. Zhou Long was a master of the Martial True Realm; his True Qi could be projected, and his fist wind could injure people from several meters away. Yet, who could have imagined that Chen Yu would defeat him with a single move?

*Bang, bang, bang! * The drumbeats ended there.

"The Grievance Match is resolved. This matter ends here. From now on, no one is allowed to cause trouble for the other, otherwise, the Xuanwu Tea House will use all its power to kill them," Li Xuanling said in a deep voice: "The match is dismissed."

Zhou Long struggled to stand up from the ground. He was severely injured, and from now on, his cultivation would be greatly diminished. The Qinglong Society was finished; from now on, it would have no place in the jianghu.

Although Li Zhongyi was also injured, he was, after all, a master of hard-body training and was young, so his injuries were not severe. He looked at Chen Yu in horror, not daring to say anything, and left sneakily with the remaining two Taibao.

"Hey, is this how you people in the jianghu resolve your grievances?" After leaving, Lin Qingyue was still a little excited.

"I don't really count as a person of the jianghu," Chen Yu said: "This is also my first time seeing such a scene."

"So powerful, and you don't count as a person of the jianghu?" Lin Qingyue rolled her eyes at Chen Yu: "Alright, I'm going back first. You owe me for today, you have to treat me to a meal."

"Anytime," Chen Yu smiled.

After Lin Qingyue left, an A8 stopped in front of Chen Yu.

The window rolled down, and Du Feng's cold, gloomy face was revealed: "Chen Yu."

"Does President Du have any other business?" Chen Yu glanced at Du Feng.

"I will definitely avenge my nephew. Let's wait and see," Du Feng sneered, the window rolled up, and he left.

Chen Yu stared at Du Feng's car, a trace of murderous intent surging in his heart. Du Feng was a major threat; he had to be removed as soon as possible.

"President Chen, where are you now?" Just as he was about to return, Song Mengyan's call came through; her tone sounded a little excited.