From the Jianghu, Grinding My Way to Martial Dao True Monarch
Chapter 47

Too Weak!

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"Who?!"

"How dare you! Who trespassed into our West Hall?"

"Bold!"

In an instant, the thugs inside the Gambling House slammed their hands onto the tables and sprang to their feet, glaring in shock and fury at the tall figure standing in the doorway, his body obscured by the dust he had kicked up.

The tall figure wore azure robes and kept his head lowered. Most of his face was hidden beneath a bamboo hat, leaving only a chin dotted with sparse stubble visible.

"What a foul miasma."

Fang Xuan raised his eyes and looked around. The Gambling House was not large. Other than a gambling table placed in the center, there was nothing else.

Apart from three or four gamblers dressed in brocade and silk who were still playing pai gow for money, only twenty or thirty thugs remained in the Gambling House, guarding the premises.

"Grab your weapons!"

"You came to make trouble in our West Hall? Didn't you bother asking whose turf this is?"

"Hack him to death!"

In an instant, the West Hall thugs drew ring-pommel sabers from beneath the gambling table and charged at Fang Xuan.

Cold light ran wild, and furious roars rose one after another.

Two burly thugs were the first to reach him, both swinging their sabers at Fang Xuan.

"Die!" Savage light flashed in their eyes.

Bang—!

Before the blades could fall, two large hands had already clenched into fists and smashed forward. The terrifying force even made the air crack like an explosion!

In an instant, the fists struck the faces of the two charging thugs.

The two thugs looked as though they had been struck by giant hammers. Their faces caved into their skulls, the backs of their heads exploding as their bodies were blasted backward, their backs crashing into a wall!

The next moment.

Their heads burst like watermelons, blood splattering across the wall. Their headless corpses slowly slid down, kneeling before the wall like plum tree trunks.

In that instant, the entire Gambling House fell into a strange silence.

The gamblers stared blankly at the scene, their bodies trembling without end.

Intense terror gripped their hearts like an invisible hand, leaving them unable to make even the slightest sound.

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Lines of small text swept past Fang Xuan's eyes like splashed ink across a landscape painting.

Fang Xuan suddenly reached out, his five fingers clamping around the head of a West Hall thug.

His thick, knuckled fingers slowly began to tighten, neither hurried nor slow.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The sound of skull bones shattering rang out beneath Fang Xuan's fingertips.

"From now on, quietly accept your fear."

Fang Xuan raised his head and strode forward.

Bang—!

In an instant, a flower watered by blood and fear slowly bloomed throughout the entire Gambling House.

Gambling House, second floor.

Xiang Chengjiang and the Black Whale Gang elders sat on sandalwood chairs in the main hall. Before them, courtesans and singing girls summoned from pleasure houses across the land swayed their scantily clad bodies, singing and dancing for them.

On the other side, musicians played melodies. Flutes and xiaos, bells and cauldrons, zithers and pipas—each note was pleasing to the ear.

When the music surged to its climax, the thick strings thundered like sudden rain; when it sank low, the thin strings whispered like private words. Later, the thunderous and whispering notes intertwined, driving the atmosphere to its peak.

With the ringing clash of bells and cauldrons, the piece ended, great pearls and small pearls falling onto a jade plate.

"Good!"

The elders all clapped and cheered.

"Hall Master Xiang, where did you find such a troupe of musicians? Hall Master Xiang truly knows how to enjoy himself!" The elders praised Xiang Chengjiang.

"Haha, uncles, this is only a small affair. I keep several anal dogs and beauty basins at home. When the chance comes, I'll invite all of you to my house to enjoy yourselves."

Xiang Chengjiang smiled, then looked toward the blind female qin player in the corner, the one who had previously been playing the guqin.

"You, the blind one playing the guqin. Come here." Xiang Chengjiang crooked a finger.

The blind female qin player was delicate and pretty, with fair skin and a pair of slender hands like white mutton-fat jade.

"M-my lord, were you calling for me?" The blind female qin player timidly rose from her seat, twisting the corner of her clothes in unease.

"Other than you, who else here is blind?"

Xiang Chengjiang sneered. At once, two thugs dragged the blind female qin player before him.

"Willow-leaf brows, autumn eyes, peach cheeks, and an apricot face. Other than being blind, she's quite the lovely little beauty."

Xiang Chengjiang looked the timid blind female qin player up and down, then said, "You will keep me company tonight."

Before he could finish.

Xiang Chengjiang seemed to sense something. His brow abruptly furrowed as he turned to look at the heavy iron door on the second floor.

Boom—!!!

The entire iron door let out a heaven-shaking roar, and an enormous fist imprint appeared on its other side.

Xiang Chengjiang's pupils abruptly contracted.

The next moment.

Bang!!

A huge hole suddenly exploded through the center of the refined-iron door. A tall figure in azure robes and a bamboo hat stepped inside.

"Keep you company on your way to death?"

Fang Xuan removed his bamboo hat and looked expressionlessly at Xiang Chengjiang and the gang elders.

Dark-red blood dripped from the hem of his robes onto the floor, like blooming plum blossom buds.

"Fang Xuan?!"

In an instant, Xiang Chengjiang was first startled. Then he slowly narrowed his eyes, a bone-chilling coldness and sinister frost seeping into his gaze.

The gang elders also stood, looking coldly at Fang Xuan.

Just as they were about to speak, Xiang Chengjiang waved a hand and said unhurriedly:

"Fang Xuan, you wouldn't think that just because you drove back an old and feeble Yuan Bo, you can truly contend against a martial artist at the First Heavenly Gate Middle Stage, would you?"

As his words fell, Xiang Chengjiang set down his wine cup and slowly rose to his feet.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

His qi and blood surged. A faint golden radiance emerged across his skin, while a piercing gleam shone from his eyes.

His qi and blood roiled, golden body and silver marrow.

This was unmistakably the sign of the Skin Arhat Middle Stage!

Bang—!!

Xiang Chengjiang moved in an instant!

The gang elders only saw a blur. Xiang Chengjiang, who had been ten zhang away from Fang Xuan, had already appeared before him in an instant, driving a fist savagely down at Fang Xuan's head.

"Though I don't know who gave you the confidence to come looking for me alone."

"Since you delivered yourself to my door, today I'll settle you first on Zheng Juexiong's behalf!"

The fierce wind howled, his fist shooting out like a dragon!

Before Xiang Chengjiang's punch had fully descended, the violent wind it generated had already whipped Fang Xuan's messy black hair into the air.

Though both were at the Skin Arhat Middle Stage, Xiang Chengjiang, in the prime of his life, was clearly far stronger and fiercer than the aged and weakened Yuan Bo.

Pfft!

All of a sudden.

A large, knuckled hand calmly extended and seized Xiang Chengjiang's fist in its grip.

Feeling the terrifying force coming from Xiang Chengjiang's fist, Fang Xuan's brows gradually furrowed.

"Why is your Skin Arhat Middle Stage cultivation so much weaker than mine?"

Boom—!!!

Suddenly, Fang Xuan's vast qi and blood began to roll. Golden divine markings emerged across the flesh and skin of his entire body, densely covering him from head to toe!

Especially on his arms, black and mysterious Jiao Marks spread over both arms like rising tides.

Under Xiang Chengjiang's shocked and furious gaze, Fang Xuan had already thrown a punch, smashing it viciously into Xiang Chengjiang's chest.

"Too weak!"

The whole family is having dinner tonight. I'm afraid I won't have time this afternoon, so I'm releasing one chapter early.

The second update should be around nine tonight.

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