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Su Xin's words made Dong Buyi burst into laughter. It was laughter born of sheer fury.
"My Nian Gang is on the brink of disaster? Kid, do you even know what you're saying? In this Martial Arts World, who has the power to bring my Nian Gang to ruin?"
Dong Buyi wasn't being arrogant. He was confident.
As one of the Seven Great Gangs and a top power in the martial world, the Nian Gang couldn't be wiped out completely by Shaolin Temple, the Taiyi Taoist School, chief of the Taoist Schools, or even the newly risen Zaohua Taoist School.
The Great Zhou Dynasty could do it by pooling all its strength, but unless the Great Zhou Emperor had lost his mind, he would never move against the Nian Gang.
That would shake the Martial Arts World of the Central Plains, and could even prompt countries like the Eastern Jin and the Golden Tent Khanate to see that Great Zhou was vulnerable and attack it together.
Su Xin shook his head. "Sorry, I misspoke. It isn't the Nian Gang that's on the brink of disaster, but your Nian Gang Autumn Altar."
Dong Buyi's expression turned cold. He fixed Su Xin with a gloomy stare. "Kid, what do you mean by that? Are you saying that if I don't hand over the Water Transport Tax and the Six Fan Sect's Supervisory Authority, you'll bring disaster down on me?"
"I'm not the one bringing disaster down on you. The Six Fan Sect will!"
Su Xin rose to his feet and spoke gravely. "Altar Master Dong, you should know what happened at the Jiangnan Assembly. The remnants of Wu State have stirred up trouble across Jiangnan Circuit, and