“Prime Minister Qin, you’ve gone too far,” Shopkeeper Yun dismissed the notion. “Who doesn’t know that Miss Nangong has a frail constitution, struggling to take even a few steps without catching her breath, coughing after five steps, and lacking any spiritual roots. Can someone like her really harm your daughter?”
“Is your daughter weaker than Miss Nangong?”
“No, isn’t your daughter a third-level spiritual master?”
It was common knowledge in Tianhuang City that Huang Quan was a spiritual wastrel with no spiritual roots. Consequently, many people doubted that she could be responsible for Qin Qianqian’s death.
A growing crowd began to gather, discussing the situation and pointing fingers.
Prime Minister Qin had initially sought to move the confrontation to another location. However, as the onlookers multiplied, and with so many people pointing and chattering, his face reddened with anger. The idea of changing locations slipped from his mind as he raised his hand and shouted, “What are you waiting for?”
“Seize her!”
Upon this command, all of Prime Minister Qin’s men launched an attack on Huang Quan.
Ye Qin observed the attackers with cold indifference, appearing as if he were gazing at corpses.
Shopkeeper Yun had never expected Prime Minister Qin to initiate violence right outside his auction house. He intended to order his elders to intervene, but before he could issue the command, the scene before him left him in shock.
A resounding “thud” echoed as Huang Quan suddenly materialized next to a Qin family member. Before the person could react, she had clutched their neck and twisted it, snuffing out their life.
A bone-chilling sensation ran down the spines of the others as they heard the cracking of bones.
Just as they moved in to capture Huang Quan, she, like a phantom, traversed through multiple Qin family members, arriving right before Prime Minister Qin.
Prime Minister Qin’s panicked gaze met the sudden appearance of Huang Quan. He stammered, “You!”
Without letting him finish his sentence, Huang Quan seized his neck, and in one swift motion, hurled him to the ground.
“Thud!”
His head collided with the ground, leaving him disoriented as the world around him turned blurry.
After a brief moment, the fog cleared, and Prime Minister Qin found himself staring into the captivating face of Huang Quan.
“Want to kill me?” Huang Quan tightened her grip, causing Prime Minister Qin to struggle for breath. “Are you even worthy?”
“I…I am the Prime Minister of Tianhuang…” Prime Minister Qin strained to speak. “If you kill me, His Majesty won’t spare you, nor will my disciples.”
“Qin Qianqian uttered similar words before her demise,” Huang Quan replied slowly and calmly. “She said, ‘If you kill me, my father won’t let you go,’ but what happened in reality?”
“I didn’t spare her, and I won’t spare you,” Huang Quan continued. “I’ve been clear from the start—when I killed Qin Qianqian, it was out of a desire for revenge.”
“An eye for an eye. I took her life. As long as your Qin family refrains from provoking me, we can coexist in peace. But if your Qin family decides to confront me, do you believe I’ll hold back? You’re practically delivering yourself to your demise.”
Prime Minister Qin, furious, exclaimed, “You’re speaking nonsense!”
“You’re deranged!”
“Prime Minister Qin, it’s time to reunite with your daughter,” Huang Quan declared. She intensified her grip, choking Prime Minister Qin, making it increasingly difficult for him to breathe.
Observing the dire situation, Shopkeeper Yun finally regained his senses and implored, “Miss Nangong, please wait!”
Huang Quan turned to him. “What is it? Do you wish to save him?”
“It’s not…” Having witnessed Huang Quan’s speed, Shopkeeper Yun knew he stood no chance against her. There was no way he could save Prime Minister Qin.
“Prime Minister Qin, you’ve gone too far,” Shopkeeper Yun dismissed the notion. “Who doesn’t know that Miss Nangong has a frail constitution, struggling to take even a few steps without catching her breath, coughing after five steps, and lacking any spiritual roots. Can someone like her really harm your daughter?”
“Is your daughter weaker than Miss Nangong?”
“No, isn’t your daughter a third-level spiritual master?”
It was common knowledge in Tianhuang City that Huang Quan was a spiritual wastrel with no spiritual roots. Consequently, many people doubted that she could be responsible for Qin Qianqian’s death.
A growing crowd began to gather, discussing the situation and pointing fingers.
Prime Minister Qin had initially sought to move the confrontation to another location. However, as the onlookers multiplied, and with so many people pointing and chattering, his face reddened with anger. The idea of changing locations slipped from his mind as he raised his hand and shouted, “What are you waiting for?”
“Seize her!”
Upon this command, all of Prime Minister Qin’s men launched an attack on Huang Quan.
Ye Qin observed the attackers with cold indifference, appearing as if he were gazing at corpses.
Shopkeeper Yun had never expected Prime Minister Qin to initiate violence right outside his auction house. He intended to order his elders to intervene, but before he could issue the command, the scene before him left him in shock.
A resounding “thud” echoed as Huang Quan suddenly materialized next to a Qin family member. Before the person could react, she had clutched their neck and twisted it, snuffing out their life.
A bone-chilling sensation ran down the spines of the others as they heard the cracking of bones.
Just as they moved in to capture Huang Quan, she, like a phantom, traversed through multiple Qin family members, arriving right before Prime Minister Qin.
Prime Minister Qin’s panicked gaze met the sudden appearance of Huang Quan. He stammered, “You!”
Without letting him finish his sentence, Huang Quan seized his neck, and in one swift motion, hurled him to the ground.
“Thud!”
His head collided with the ground, leaving him disoriented as the world around him turned blurry.
After a brief moment, the fog cleared, and Prime Minister Qin found himself staring into the captivating face of Huang Quan.
“Want to kill me?” Huang Quan tightened her grip, causing Prime Minister Qin to struggle for breath. “Are you even worthy?”
“I…I am the Prime Minister of Tianhuang…” Prime Minister Qin strained to speak. “If you kill me, His Majesty won’t spare you, nor will my disciples.”
“Qin Qianqian uttered similar words before her demise,” Huang Quan replied slowly and calmly. “She said, ‘If you kill me, my father won’t let you go,’ but what happened in reality?”
“I didn’t spare her, and I won’t spare you,” Huang Quan continued. “I’ve been clear from the start—when I killed Qin Qianqian, it was out of a desire for revenge.”
“An eye for an eye. I took her life. As long as your Qin family refrains from provoking me, we can coexist in peace. But if your Qin family decides to confront me, do you believe I’ll hold back? You’re practically delivering yourself to your demise.”
Prime Minister Qin, furious, exclaimed, “You’re speaking nonsense!”
“You’re deranged!”
“Prime Minister Qin, it’s time to reunite with your daughter,” Huang Quan declared. She intensified her grip, choking Prime Minister Qin, making it increasingly difficult for him to breathe.
Observing the dire situation, Shopkeeper Yun finally regained his senses and implored, “Miss Nangong, please wait!”
Huang Quan turned to him. “What is it? Do you wish to save him?”
“It’s not…” Having witnessed Huang Quan’s speed, Shopkeeper Yun knew he stood no chance against her. There was no way he could save Prime Minister Qin.
