A Heavy Blow

"Fuck! That works too?"

Watching the two streams of blood trickling from Ying Zheng's nose, Lin Qi admired Miaowen so much he practically prostrated himself in awe.

No wonder Ying Zheng had said that the Heavenly Temple people's most exquisite skill lay in their tongues. That one tongue was worth a million-man army! What was plainly a great upheaval meant to seize power and usurp the throne had been spun into an act of unswerving loyalty. A band of rebel traitors raising troops in revolt had been forcibly slapped with the label of loyal patriots.

Lin Qi had thought himself ruthless and black-hearted enough, but compared with Miaowen, he was as pure and kind as a newborn babe. Carefully picking apart every word Miaowen had spoken, Lin Qi could not help raising a thumb. This old bald bastard truly was formidable!

High in the air, Ying Zheng clenched his fists until they cracked. He glared fixedly at Miaowen, then suddenly laughed with a savage hiss. "Old baldy, you are determined to make things difficult for me. Heh heh, over these years, you Heavenly Temple people have infiltrated Blood Qin step by step. I presume..."

Miaowen shouted, and Lion's enormous roar shattered Ying Zheng's words. Miaowen looked at Ying Zheng with great displeasure and sternly rebuked him, "Why does Your Majesty say such a thing? What do you mean, determined to make things difficult for Your Majesty? What do you mean, the Heavenly Temple has infiltrated Blood Qin step by step over these years? We are those who have transcended the mortal world. What does worldly power have to do with us?"

Pointing at Ying Zheng, Miaowen shouted sharply, "We merely guide the common people, allowing them to follow the righteous path of Heaven and Earth, to uphold the bonds of