The Imperial Guards, like Yama, slaughtered until the Empress cried out for help.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yun's face turned red at an astonishing speed, becoming as red as a pig's liver in an instant.

He knew, of course, that Shen Qing was a genius, but who isn't?

If Zhu Yuan weren't a genius, he wouldn't have been chosen by the Six Doors for further studies.

What's more, he had cultivated for more than twenty years longer than Shen Qing. Did he really think he was invincible just because he led the Embroidered Uniform Guard to wipe out the Twin Absolute Sect?

Zhu Yuan was in a hurry to take revenge, so he did not examine the corpse carefully when he was at Shuangjue Sect, and the people who went down the mountain to gather intelligence were not serious either.

Therefore, they did not know that the Grandmaster of the Shuangjue Sect was killed by Shen Qing's four arrows.

The golden-clad constable Xu Lin's expression darkened: "Aren't the Imperial Guards of Luoshui City being a bit too impolite?"

Shen Qing retorted directly, "And who do you think you are?"

"You have manners? You have no manners at all, and now you expect us to be?"

"How could you be so rude when my friends were waiting for you at the city gate for ages?"

"A dung beetle yawning has a stinky mouth."

Shen Qing turned around and beckoned to the scholar who was squatting behind the door.

"Scholar, bring this old man a death warrant as well."

After saying this, Xu Lin blushed deeply, his lips trembling uncontrollably, but he couldn't utter a word.

No way.

Shen Qing had undergone advanced studies in the internet in his previous life, and his foul mouth had reached an unparalleled level.

If you were a civil official in the imperial court, you might be able to exchange a few words with Shen Qing.

Unfortunately, Xu Lin was just a crude and vulgar brute.

With Xu Lin's limited arguing skills, Shen Qing would only think that his cursing sounded like he was being coquettish!

At this moment, Zhang Mo, the heir apparent of the Prince of Dongling, slapped his folding fan and said, "Shen Qing, aren't you going too far?"

Shen Qing glanced at Zhang Mo with a calm expression: "I almost forgot about you guys."

"I'm not talking about just one person."

"I mean, every single one of you here can sign a life-or-death agreement with me."

Upon hearing this, the Hundred Households behind Shen Qing felt their legs go weak. Looking at Shen Qing's back, they had only one thought in their minds.

"That feels fucking awesome!"

Shen Qing was practically their best mouth double, saying what they wanted to say but dared not.

Zhang Shan hurriedly went to Shen Qing's side and grabbed Shen Qing's arm: "Oh dear, my lord Shen, it's not that serious, it's not that serious!"

Zhang Shan was different from the others. He had the most dealings with Shen Qing, so he knew that Shen Qing was not just talking, but really would do it. If these people dared to sign the life-or-death order, Shen Qing would really take their heads.

Of course, Shen Qing thought so too.

This group of people, upon arriving in Luoshui City, didn't go to the Zhenfu Division, but instead came to his Hundred Household Office first; they certainly weren't there to play house.

Shen Qing naturally wouldn't tolerate them, especially since Zhu Yuan's murderous intent was written all over his face, and the others were all fierce-looking as well.

So if you're going to solve something, just solve it all at once.

Zhu Yuan growled, "Sign! Sign! Sign! Anyone who doesn't sign is a coward! Come on!"

The scholar had also prepared the death warrant and writing materials. Shen Qing picked up the pen and wrote the two characters "Shen Qing" in a flowing, elegant style.

Zhu Yuan must have gone mad. He threw the brush and inkstone to the ground, bit his finger, and wrote his name in blood.

The notaries were naturally Qin Chuan from the Zhenfu Division and Xu Lin, the Golden-Clad Constable.

Then they moved to the arena at the Hundred Household Office.

This was probably the most exciting day ever at the Hundred Households Arena.

Ten centurions, ten silver-clad constables, one chiliarch, one gold-clad constable, and one brocade-clad garrison commander—these men alone could sweep through the entire Jianghu of Yongning County.

In the stands next to the arena, Qin Chuan, Xu Lin, and Lu Tong sat in the middle.

Xu Lin looked at the arena that was being set up and smiled.

"Qin Chuan, you treasure Shen Qing, don't you? But unfortunately, you made the wrong choice."

"You don't know, this Zhu Yuan is a genius! He broke through to the Grandmaster realm in his early forties. Has your Yongning County ever produced such a young Grandmaster?"

Seeing that Qin Chuan remained silent, Xu Lin turned to Zhang Mo behind him: "Young Master Zhang, you are acquainted with Zhu Yuan. What do you think the outcome of this battle will be?"

Zhang Mo revealed a confident expression: "I estimate that this battle will be about 30% to 70% of the battle. Shen Qingsan and Zhu Yuanqi should be able to wipe out the Shuangjue Sect, so they shouldn't lose too badly."

At this moment, Qin Chuan spoke up: "Oh? So confident? Zhang Shan, you're acquainted with Shen Qing, what do you think the odds are?"

Without a second thought, Zhang Shan replied, "I think it's a 30/70 split."

Those from the Six Doors couldn't help but smile when they heard this, but Zhang Shan quickly added another sentence.

"Shen Qing's three punches, Zhu Yuan's seventh day after death."

This completely stunned the people from the Six Doors.

Meanwhile, the centurions were all trying to suppress their laughter.

They were all people who had read the battle records of the Shuangjue Sect, and they all knew that Shen Qing had killed a Grandmaster with four arrows.

Xu Lin snorted, "Fine, fine, none of you know what humility is anymore. We'll see!"

On the arena, Shen Qing and Zhu Yuan had already taken the stage. There were no Imperial Guards within a radius of several hundred meters. It wasn't that they didn't want to let them see the battle, but this was a battle between Grandmasters, and watching it up close would be too disrespectful.

Zhu Yuan rubbed his wrist, the bones cracking, and looked at Shen Qing with a cold smile.

"Shen Qing, you certainly have guts, daring to challenge me to a life-or-death battle in the ring at the age of twenty?"

"But you'll regret it!"

Shen Qing's expression remained calm: "You'd better pray that your body is as hard as your mouth in the future."

Zhu Yuan knew he could never win an argument with Shen Qing, so he simply shut up and waited for the fight to begin.

Qin Chuan quickly stood up: "Is everything ready? Let's begin."

As soon as Qin Chuan finished speaking, Zhu Yuan took the lead and rushed straight towards Shen Qing. At the same time, he fully activated the Shuangjue Sect's ultimate technique, the Mountain-Splitting Fist. Only a hissing roar could be heard in the air as true energy continuously swirled in Zhu Yuan's hands.

Shen Qing narrowed his eyes: "Mountain-Splitting Fist? So it's a remnant of the Twin Absolutes Sect."

Upon being recognized, Zhu Yuan stopped pretending and his face contorted with rage: "That's right! Today I'm here to avenge my godfather! I'll tear you to pieces with my Mountain-Splitting Fist!"

Shen Qing smiled and shook his head: "It really came to me without any effort. If I had known there was a remnant in the Six Doors, I would have been thinking about how to kill him. You just delivered yourself to my door."

Zhu Yuan gritted his teeth: "You can rest assured that you'll die under my Mountain-Splitting Fist!"

Just as Zhu Yuan was about to rush into Shen Qing's ten-meter range, Shen Qing made a move.

"You remnants of the Twin Absolute Sect, watch out!"

"That's how the Mountain-Splitting Fist is used."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Qing's true energy suddenly converged on his right fist. A roar like a mountain collapsing suddenly resounded in the air, and a gust of wind was stirred up on the arena by Shen Qing's true energy.

The next instant, the two fists collided. Zhu Yuan's Mountain-Splitting Fist was as laughable as he was. In just a moment, it was torn apart by Shen Qing's Mountain-Splitting Fist, and he was sent flying backward.

In mid-air, Zhu Yuan, flying backwards, continued to spit out blood, his eyes filled with shock: "How is this possible? How could you!"

But Shen Qing was nowhere to be seen in his sight.

The next instant, the wind from the Mountain-Splitting Fist struck from behind, but even faster than the wind was Shen Qing's voice.

"Your Mountain-Splitting Fist is quite smooth."