Chapter 326

Just as he was about to speak.

Then a cold, clear voice appeared in the void.

"What audacity!"

"Anyone my Yihua Palace targets dies—no exceptions!!"

Before the words had even faded.

With a sharp tearing sound.

Two figures suddenly appeared.

The arrivals were no one else.

It was none other than Yihua Palace's mistresses, Yao Yue and Lian Xing!

Yihua Palace?!

Upon hearing that name.

The crowd instantly split into two opposing reactions.

For the warrior group seeking trouble with Duan Zhengchun.

It was as if they'd found their anchor.

They all exhaled in relief.

Their faces glowed with excitement and elation.

But Duan Siping, Kurong, Duan Zhengchun, and others.

Their pupils shrank, their expressions shifting slightly!

As one of the top forces of the Great Ming Empire.

Yihua Palace's name had long resounded across the Nine Provinces.

They had naturally heard of it.

But if it were only that,

They wouldn't have reacted so strongly.

After all,

Dali Kingdom, however small, was still a regional state!

How could its power be compared to mere top-tier Jianghu factions?!

But the problem was,

The former mistress of Yihua Palace—Yao Yue and Lian Xing's master, Master Hua Xi—

Was one of the Twelve Hall Masters of the Qinglong Society!

In other words,

Yihua Palace was a subordinate force of the Qinglong Society.

This issue was enormous!!

Even the Great Han, Great Sui, Great Ming, Great Song, and Great Qing dynasties couldn't withstand the Qinglong Society's terror.

How much less could a remote border state like Dali?

Most importantly,

The Qinglong Society was infamous for its iron-blooded, ruthless, decisive, and tyrannical dominance!

If they truly offended the Qinglong Society,

Could Dali Kingdom even survive?

Thinking of this,

Duan Siping took a deep breath.

He abandoned his earlier arrogance and spoke with a smiling tone.

"So it's the two mistresses of Yihua Palace who have graced us with your presence."

"This old monk failed to greet you properly—please forgive me."

As he spoke,

He lowered himself utterly.

Not a trace of his former dignity remained.

The onlookers stared wide-eyed, barely able to process it.

Especially the extreme contrast between his earlier and current demeanor.

To say he lost his cool in three seconds was no exaggeration!

For a moment,

A chorus of sneers echoed through the crowd.

Even their glances toward Duan Siping and others turned mocking.

Many monks blushed crimson, shamefully lowering their heads.

"Cut the empty formalities."

"Hand over Duan Zhengchun, and this matter is dropped!"

"Otherwise, Tianlong Temple will be erased from existence!!"

She saw right through his attempt to divert the topic.

Yao Yue swept her sleeve, her face icy.

Her voice brimmed with tyranny and dread.

The finality in her tone.

There is no room for negotiation whatsoever.

"Duan Zhengchun is my Dali's Prince of the South."

"Is this matter..."

A flicker of hesitation crossed his face.

Duan Siping spoke hesitantly.

But before he could finish, Yao Yue impatiently cut him off.

"One question: hand it over or not?!"

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Almost instantly.

As Yao Yue's words fell.

All eyes turned to Duan Siping.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly grew tense.

In the air.

A deadly aura spread!

The temperature, which had slowly begun to recover.

Also plummeted in an instant.

Seeing her show him not the slightest face in front of so many people.

Duan Siping's aged face darkened instantly, like a soot-blackened pot.

His clear eyes filled with faint malice.

He wanted to stand firm.

But remembering the Qinglong Society behind her.

He wilted like an eggplant struck by frost.

He remained silent, utterly silent.

Watching her aura grow ever more intense.

Duan Siping's expression shifted for a moment, then he made his decision.

He turned back and looked toward those behind him.

Suddenly noticed.

Duan Zhengchun, who had just been secretly relieved, suddenly felt a jolt in his chest.

A sense of dread spread through his heart.