Chapter 588: The Dominant Queen Qin!
"What an insolent woman! To think she’d dare to run wild on the territory of my Southeast Five Provinces!"
Qing Yang Daoist of the Temple of Infinity stepped forward, his expression grim as he said in an icy tone, "Do you really think the Southeast Five Provinces has no one to stand up to you?"
"I’m bullying you precisely because there’s no one in the Southeast Five Provinces!" Qin Luoli raised an eyebrow. "What are you going to do about it?"
The crowd drew a collective sharp breath. This woman is too domineering. She’s more arrogant than anyone we’ve ever seen.
Kong Lin was at a loss, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. I’m from the Southeast Five Provinces too, you know. That insult just looped me in as well.
"How dare you!" Qing Yang erupted in fury. "Do you really think this Daoist doesn’t kill women?"
"Are you a Grandmaster, too?" Qin Luoli asked, a question that seemed rather strange.
Qing Yang Daoist nodded proudly. "This humble Daoist may be untalented, but I managed to break through to the Grandmaster Realm three years ago."
"That’s good."
Qin Luoli flashed a brilliant smile. The sudden radiance of it dazzled the crowd, causing many to nearly lose their focus. She was astonishingly beautiful, and combined with the sheer dominance she had just displayed, it stirred the hearts of many men.
"What do you mean by that?" Qing Yang Daoist asked, confused.
"Because if you weren’t a Grandmaster, I’d be too embarrassed to call for more backup."
A wave of shock rippled through the crowd. There are more? But who could possibly compare to a Grandmaster? An ordinary Martial Artist might be able to fight a hundred men, but a thousand would be useless against a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
Qing Yang Daoist’s face darkened. This woman... she’s gone too far!
"Xiao Lin," Qin Luoli said, "didn’t you say that if someone bullied your godmother, you’d help me beat them up? Now’s your chance."
"Who dares bully my godmother? Are they tired of living?!"
A childish, clear voice rang out, and two figures squeezed through the crowd. Instantly, all eyes fell upon the child, because he was the one who had just spoken. But this was completely absurd. A child, speaking such domineering and forceful words in such a youthful, almost comical tone, shattered everyone’s perception of reality.
"What are you two doing here?" Seeing Liu Zijian and Liu Xiaolin, Lin Mu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
"We came to back you up!" Liu Xiaolin said huffily. "Godmother said a lot of people were bullying you, so we came."
Lin Mu glanced at Qin Luoli, who playfully stuck out her tongue. She grabbed his hand, swaying it back and forth like a pouting child. "I missed you, that’s why I came." Yet the deep affection in her tone was unmistakably genuine.
The crowd shuddered with goosebumps.
"Damn, I can’t look! It’s too much!"
"Ah, my poor heart can’t take it!"
"Fine, I’ll swallow this sickeningly sweet display. You all are on your own!"
Liu Xiaolin pointed a pudgy little finger at Qing Yang Daoist. "Is that ugly monster who looks like a goat trying to bully Godfather? I’ll go kill him."
As soon as he finished, Liu Xiaolin trotted forward, his little bottom wiggling in a way that should have been laughable. But no one could laugh at that moment, because a powerful, cold aura was emanating from Qing Yang Daoist. His True Qi was circulating, coalescing into tangible killing intent!
"Don’t!" Kong Ying cried out, reaching to grab Liu Xiaolin.
But with a twist of his small hips, Liu Xiaolin darted right past her.
Kong Ying froze. My skills are certainly not weak. How could I fail to grab a child? Was it just a coincidence?
"Instructor Lin, stop him! He’ll be killed!" Kong Ying yelled, hopping on her feet in anxiety.
"It’s all right," Lin Mu said. "Let him try."
Kong Ying panicked. Try? He’ll be killed if he tries! Qing Yang Daoist is a Martial Arts Grandmaster! Those words represent absolute power!
Many of the great families from the Southeast Five Provinces shook their heads slightly. So this is the instructor of the Divine Machine Camp... underwhelming. To actually let a child fight for him. Is he trying to humiliate himself or Qing Yang Daoist? If the child wins, it would be an honorless victory. But lose? That’s impossible!
Qing Yang Daoist sneered, "Scram, kid. This humble Daoist disdains to fight a child. Get your elders out here!"
Liu Xiaolin shook his head, his expression serious. "You can’t even beat me, let alone my godfather."
Qing Yang Daoist was furious. I’m being humiliated! By a child!
"I advise you to take this seriously," Liu Xiaolin said, wiping his nose. "I’m not a three-year-old. I’m almost five."
Qing Yang Daoist nearly choked with anger. A sniveling brat is telling me to be serious? Who would believe it if they hadn’t heard it with their own ears?
"If you’re not going to make a move, then I will," Liu Xiaolin said, wagging his little hand with a very serious look. "But if I attack first, you won’t get another chance."
"Enough, enough! Just get lost!" Qing Yang Daoist could no longer bear it. He reached out to grab Liu Xiaolin and toss him away.
However, the moment he moved, his expression changed. The child had disappeared.
"Qing Yang Daoist, behind you!" someone shouted a warning.
Qing Yang Daoist spun around and saw Liu Xiaolin grinning at him. He drew a sharp, cold breath, his eyes filled with terror. When did he get behind me? Could it be? Is this child really an ancient master in the body of a child? An old monster in disguise?
"I don’t believe it!" he roared inwardly, lunging forward.
Just then, however, a wave of intense unease washed over him, and he hesitated for a split second.
SPLURT!
A fountain of blood burst from his neck, splattering onto the ground.
"You... how is this possible?!" With terror and despair in his eyes, Qing Yang Daoist staggered back two steps before collapsing.
Qing Yang Daoist was dead.
A dignified Grandmaster... was dead?!
The crowd exploded. Everyone shot to their feet, staring at Liu Xiaolin in utter shock. What in the world had just happened?
All they saw was Liu Xiaolin slowly retracting his finger, a faint shimmer of light fading from its tip.
"I told you that if I made a move, you wouldn’t stand a chance," Liu Xiaolin muttered to himself, shaking his head. "Why didn’t you believe me?"
He returned to Lin Mu’s side, a proud, boastful look on his face. "Godfather, how was that? Wasn’t I amazing?" He looked just like any child desperate for praise from a parent, because that’s what he was.
Amazing? That was beyond amazing! It was monstrous! Freakish! A four-year-old child killing a Grandmaster? Who would believe it?
However, Lin Mu simply shook his head. "It took you three seconds. Too slow." He added, "And in the future, no pointless chatter when you fight."
The members of the Divine Machine Camp fell silent. Three seconds is slow? Are those even the words of a human being? How humiliating! A mere child killed a Grandmaster, while all of us were defeated by a single hand. This is utterly shameful!
"Oh. I’ll definitely do better next time!" Like a child being scolded, Liu Xiaolin immediately lowered his head, admitting his fault.
"You’re already amazing," Qin Luoli said, patting his head with a warm smile. "Your godfather is just a monster; we won’t compare ourselves to him."
After comforting Liu Xiaolin, Qin Luoli raised her head and scanned the surroundings. Her voice was cool yet imperious, causing everyone present to lower their heads, feeling inadequate.
"Now... is there anyone left in the Southeast Five Provinces?"
A moment ago, Qing Yang had asked if she was bullying them because the Southeast Five Provinces had no one to stop her. For that, he died. Now, she asked again if there was anyone left. The gap between those two questions wasn’t just the death of a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
Who knew how many other terrifying monsters she had behind her? This woman... she was like a queen, radiating absolute dominance!