Liu Feiyu stood up, holding a folding fan. Hearing the commotion, he flicked the fan open and pointed it directly at Meng Wushuang’s nose, cursing:
"Oh! So it’s you, kid! What? Did I beat you until you vomited blood, and now you’ve brought people to settle the score? Who the hell do you think you are?"
He stepped forward, the oppressive aura of a Dao Palace powerhouse surging forth.
"Get the hell out of here, or I’ll make you vomit blood all over again!"
Meng Wushuang remained unmoved. He pointed his halberd directly at the two men and shouted angrily:
"I am the commander of the Sixth Prince’s personal guards! You have insulted the Prince’s dignity and plundered his monthly stipend—do you know your crimes?!!"
Chapter 44