As soon as he heard that, Zhang Jiuling knew that Song Qingshu, that idiot, not only took the initiative to help him handle the Fuwei Bodyguard Agency's extermination case, but he must have also received benefits from Yu Canghai.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have said such unreasonable words.
Zhang Jiuling facepalmed. Damn it, if Perfected Zhang didn't ask you to help me out of goodwill, I would really like to slash you like that pretentious idiot just now!
It was naturally impossible to persuade this idiot not to interfere.
As the saying goes, taking advantage of others is short. Since he had taken the benefits from Yu Canghai, how could he not help Yu Canghai do things well?
Otherwise, wouldn't he lose face as the leader of the third generation disciples of Wudang Sect?
Therefore, Zhang Jiuling made his move.
In the martial world, strength represented everything.
Fists could make all idiots shut up obediently.
Seeing that Zhang Jiuling dared to attack him, Song Qingshu was very surprised. Who was he? The leader of the third generation of Wudang Sect disciples, the son of Song Yuanqiao, the future young sect master of Wudang Sect!
Who was the other party?
He was just a small constable in Fuzhou!
He really had the guts of a bear or a leopard!
Today, I'll let you know what it means to have the foundation of a famous sect. It's not something that an unorthodox constable like you can compare to.
Basically, one would know a person's realm the moment they made a move.
Song Qingshu's eyesight was very good, and he instantly saw through Zhang Jiuling's cultivation level. He was an eighth-realm martial artist.
Zhang Jiuling could also tell that Song Qingshu was a martial artist of the ninth realm.
He was also known as Master Profound Principle.
At this moment, the two of them were full of confidence.
Zhang Jiuling's confidence came from Murong Fu and his four generals.
Song Qingshu's confidence came from his higher cultivation level than Zhang Jiuling and his Wudang martial arts.
Wudang's martial arts were all profound and unfathomable. Even if he was one realm lower than his opponent, he could still defeat him, let alone being one realm higher.
Therefore, in his eyes, Zhang Jiuling was courting death.
The two of them collided, and the table between them instantly shattered!
The dishes flew all over the ground!
Yu Canghai kicked his feet and retreated more than four meters with his chair, leaving space for the two to fight.
Yu Canghai had thought that this would be a white-hot battle, and both sides would need at least thirty to forty moves to determine the winner.
After all, the sword technique that Zhang Jiuling had just displayed was unpredictable and not easy to deal with.
In addition, Song Qingshu was a level higher than him, and his martial arts came from Wudang's exquisite sword techniques. His lightness skill was also Wudang's world-famous Cloud Ladder.
Although the hall had limited Yunzong Ti's perfect performance, his help in battle was still not to be underestimated.
But what Yu Canghai did not expect was that it was only one sword!
One sword!
The leader of the third generation of Wudang Sect disciples was defeated!
Defeat!
Zhang Jiuling's sword shadow was dazzling and powerful. Song Qingshu barely managed to dodge it with Cloud Ladder. He was about to launch a counterattack when Zhang Jiuling's sword stopped at his neck.
It only took three seconds for the battle to turn into a crushing defeat.
The three Wudang disciples were ready to cheer for Song Qingshu.
Now, it was as if a fish bone was stuck in his throat. His face had turned the color of pig liver and he did not know what to do.
The Four Prodigies of the Green City had boasted of themselves as geniuses in the Shu Prefecture. However, Zhang Jiuling had completely shattered their pride.
The four of them were actually inferior to a constable!
After Yu Canghai recovered from his shock, a smile appeared on his face.
So what if Song Qingshu was defeated?
Do you, Zhang Jiuling, dare to kill him?
He was the son of Wudang Sect's Song Yuanqiao!
Song Qingshu hadn't expected that he would lose, and that he would lose so quickly. His self-confidence had taken a huge blow. Looking at Zhang Jiuling, he laughed in anger."Do you dare to kill me?"
"Zhang Jiuling, if you kill me, my father won't even need to do anything. The Southern Song Dynasty will capture you and hand you over to my father!”
"You are just a small constable without any power. How do you know the influence of a famous sect?”
"Besides, I'm the future young sect master of Wudang!”
Song Qingshu's expression was arrogant. He did not look defeated at all. Instead, he looked like he was going to be defeated in an instant.
Zhang Jiuling sighed.
He only wanted to scare this idiot and make him take his men and get lost.
However, he did not expect this idiot to be so arrogant.
Her life was already in his hands, yet she still looked down on him!
Little constable?
The influence of Wudang Sect?
The young master of Wudang?
Are you dreaming?
"Then tell me, after your father becomes the Wudang Sect Master, will the Wudang Sect disciples acknowledge a good-for-nothing as the young sect master of Wudang Sect?”
Zhang Jiuling smiled faintly, and the tip of his sword instantly moved downward, severing the tendons in Song Qingshu's right hand!
There were very few swordsmen in the world who wielded a sword with their left hand.
Therefore, for a swordsman, the tendons in his right hand were even more important than his life.
This was because many swordsmen regarded the sword as their faith.
They were willing to use their lives to defend their beliefs.
Zhang Jiuling didn't know if Song Qingshu regarded the sword as his religion, but he knew that most of the Wudang martial arts used the sword.
Break this idiot's right hand tendon.
This idiot was crippled!
With a clang, the sword fell to the ground.
Song Qingshu clutched his right hand as if he had gone mad, blood gushing out.
"Sect Leader Yu, kill him!"
"Kill him!"
Song Qingshu roared hysterically.
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