Defeating Blood Palm, Waiting for the Outcome

Li Xian observed in secret. Seeing Zheng Blood Palm so valiant that he defeated Pang Long in just a few moves,

he instead rejoiced inwardly and could not help thinking:

"With Zheng Blood Palm making such a scene and magnifying the conflict, a small fry like me has become unimportant instead."

"I fear he is dancing with his sword at Xiang Zhuang's banquet, while aiming for Duke Pei."

Li Xian analyzed the situation. If Zheng Blood Palm had merely come to avenge his son, why make such a grand mobilization? Why travel by night?

Revenge was false; annexation was real.

"Who dares behave so outrageously here?"

Qiuyue the maid came walking over. She glanced at Pang Long, saw him in an utterly miserable state, and quietly shifted half a step aside. Facing Zheng Blood Palm, she demanded, "Who are you? Calling at our door like this—are you courting death?"

"You are the Madam?" Zheng Blood Palm remained utterly composed.

"Pah, pah, pah!" Qiuyue cursed furiously. "What nonsense are you spouting? How could I be the Madam? If you do not want your dog eyes, then pluck them out!"

"Bold indeed! I do not care who you are—take this palm!"

Without another word, Zheng Blood Palm struck out with his palm. Qiuyue froze and retreated several steps. As the Madam's maid, she held the authority over entry and exit at Idle Martial Pavilion, but her martial attainments were exceedingly shallow.

Seeing the palm come with such ferocious momentum, she had no idea how to evade it. Her lovely face went pale with fright. Before the palm had even reached her, the gust it raised was already battering toward her.

Just as it was about to shatter Qiuyue's head with one blow,

a flash of sword light streaked past, and a bloody