Chapter 891 - No Strength, No Pressure (2/2)

Zhang Wendi suddenly stood up. A smile crept up on his handsome face and it was getting thicker as time passed. He finally burst into laughter and said, “Not bad. It’s just great. Nobody has ever dared to act arrogantly before me ever since I can remember. Tang Xiu has it great since he has his Tang Family of Beijing to cover him, but I wonder who’s the one who shelters you? Otherwise, you will never get out of this place alive, even if Tang Xiu is here today.”

Clap, clap, clap…

At this moment, a round of applause came from outside the pavilion as a robust and stalwart middle-aged man waltzed in with a dozen of strongmen. “Young Master Zhang spoke correctly. You must have enough background if you want to be flippant and impudent. Those who have neither background nor strength to pressure others will eventually die, getting struck by lightning.”

A chilling light flashed in Singluen’s eyes. He didn’t even turn his head as he recognized who the owner of the voice was. With his back facing that man, he sneered, “I don’t know whether I have a strong background or not. How about you tell me about my background then?”

“You are…” Kutu knitted his brows. He faintly felt that the voice was a bit familiar.

Singluen then turned his head to look at Kutu who was coming over step by step. He sneered again, “You haven’t answered my question. Is my background strong enough to be compared to yours?”

Kutu’s body was shaken and incredulity crept up on his face. Never once did he ever dream that he would encounter his clan’s Second Young Master here.

Had it been before, he might not take this Second Young Master seriously. But now, he was perfectly aware that the Patriarch had begun to assess the two young masters—comparing their abilities and who was much stronger and would succeed the Patriarch seat in the future.

It was not only that. The most important issue was that he just realized a couple of days ago that the current Patriarch turned out to value this youngest pretender, and the possibility of him becoming the future Patriarch of the clan was very large.

“Second Young Master!” Kutu squeezed out a smile and saluted in a ceremonial attitude.

“How would I dare to receive the address of Second Young Master from you?” sneered Singlueng grimly, “Besides, I have no strength and have no rights to be arrogant since my Dark Shaman clan is so weak. I’m afraid I’ll be blasted by lightning if I’m to boast here. Well, it’s different for you, though! I really admire your aggressive and domineering gesture. It’s so damn amazing!”

“I didn’t know that it was you just now, Second Young Master,” said Kutu awkwardly. “Thus, I said some disrespectful things. I just hope that you ignore it. Besides, the Zhangs are our clan’s ally, so…”

“Hmph…” snorted Singluen coldly.

There was shock on Zhang Wendi’s face. He never thought that the kiddo who followed Tang Xiu would actually be the Second Young Master of the Dark Shaman clan. He had seen the First Young Master of the clan, yet it was his first time seeing this second one.

Words had it that the Second Young Master of the Dark Shaman clan was a very talented youth, though cruel and merciless at the same time. He had now taken control of some of the Dark Shaman clan’s power and was recognized and approved by some of the older members of the clan. But… how did he get together with Tang Xiu?

‘This is gonna be troublesome.’

Zhang Wendy stared at Tang Xiu deeply. He then said in a deep voice, “You’ve invited the Second Young Master of the Dark Shaman clan here; is he your trump card up your sleeve?”

“This issue is nothing but trivial to me; why should I need a trump card?” asked Tang Xiu rhetorically.

“You don’t need any?” sneered Zhang Wendi. “Your old man has come here today, yet he was also forced to leave frustrated. You think you’re more powerful than him?”

“Let’s leave out this nonsensical talk, shall we? It’s useless,” Tang Xiu shook his head and said, “Get the Zhang Family’s Patriarch to get out to make his stance! I’ll give you a chance; it’s up to you to grab it or not.”

“Depending on your words?” sneered Zhang Wendi. “You don’t have the qualifications to make my grandfather see you.”

Tang Xiu was silent for a moment. He tossed down a cup of tea and indifferently said, “So… will your gramps immediately come out to see me if I kill you?”

Whoosh…

Jin Shi’s figure instantly streaked lightning fast from the crowd afar, along with a glittering sword tip that straightly targeted Zhang Wendi’s throat.

“Shitty bastard!”

An aged and hoary voice sounded like a thunderclap as a decrepit old man appeared in front of Zhang Wendi in an instant. He grabbed a two-foot-long ax in his hand and formed a rumbling layer of ax shadows to fend off Jin Shi’s sword strike.

Bam… puff…

The decrepit old man abruptly staggered backward with his body shaken. Fortunately, Zhang Wendi’s reaction was fast and supported his back instantly so that he didn’t fling backward and fall. Yet, the old man still spurted out a mouthful of blood that made all the members of the Zhangs present especially looked grim.

“Carry on,” spoke Tang Xiu with a very calm voice.

That old man raised his hand to wipe the blood off the corner of his mouth and shouted, “Wait! There’s something I want to say?”

“What do you wanna say?” asked Tang Xiu apathetically. “Don’t say that you wanna beg for mercy. It’s just a waste of time and spits.”

“You want to see our Patriarch, so I’ll immediately notice him see you,” said the old man in a deep voice, “Let’s not use force to solve the issues we can discuss at the negotiating table, shall we? Putting it bluntly, we all pursue profits and fortune, to begin with.”

Tang Xiu observed him and smilingly said, “You are afraid, aren’t you old thing? It’s no wonder, though. After all, you’ve already broken through the barrier of martial art grandmaster and reached a higher realm, yet you can’t even cope with fifty-plus percent of my man’s strength. You got your blood running cold, don’t you?