Li Shun smiled.

He stood up and said coldly.

"In another hour, the Queen will convene a meeting with everyone."

"Whatever you have to say, we can discuss it at the meeting. Goodbye."

An hour later, behind Fanlin Temple, in front of the Wait-Awhile Pavilion.

This was where the Golden-Faced Buddha used to reside in seclusion all year round.

Gradually, it also became the venue for major meetings of the Golden-Faced Buddha Group.

Behind the Wait-Awhile Pavilion, there was an ancient-looking grand hall that did not enshrine any Buddha statues.

On both sides of the corridor-shaped hall, there were more than a dozen small tables.

Behind the small tables, there were cushions for sitting.

This was the meeting hall of the Golden-Faced Buddha Group.

The seats at the upper end of the grand hall were still empty.

But behind three or four low tables at the lower end, four or five people were already seated.

These five people were Li Shun, Qing Yang, Dong Wenxue, and the other three rascals.

Li Shun and Qing Yang sat with legs crossed behind the low tables, respectfully.

Dong Wenxue and the other two guys, however, had their legs up, casually sitting on the low tables.

The few of them were laughing and talking cheerfully.

Qing Yang was seething with anger.

He quietly passed a message to Li Shun.

"Big Brother Li, these three bastards are too detestable."

"In the past when Buddha Lord held a meeting, these three fellows wouldn't even dare to raise their heads or breathe loudly."

"Now that Queen Lin has become the person in charge, look at how arrogant they all are."

Li Shun, confident in his plans, smiled faintly.

"Don't worry, their bad times are coming."

Qing Yang blinked and lowered his head, lost in thought.

At ten o'clock, Lin Xueyi changed into a teal silk cheongsam.

Accompanied by Yang Fei and Three Swords, she entered the grand hall, moving lightly yet with authority.

Qing Yang and Li Shun both stood up to greet her, very respectfully.

Dong Wenxue and the other three great rascals merely glanced sideways at Lin Xueyi.

The three of them curled their lips indifferently and continued sipping their tea.

The atmosphere in the grand hall immediately became awkward.

Lin Xueyi, neither humble nor arrogant, walked gracefully to the low table in the center of the grand hall and sat down.

Yang Fei and Three Swords stood on either side of her like two Protector Gods.

The fact that Yang Fei had dueled with the Golden-Faced Buddha was known only to a small number of people.

Many did not recognize Yang Fei, nor were they aware of his prowess.

But the martial arts skills of Three Swords were known to everyone.

Out of respect for Three Swords, even the Golden-Faced Buddha would not let Three Swords stand behind him.

As soon as the three great rascals saw Lin Xueyi's display, they all sneered inwardly.

Everyone thought that Three Swords and Lin Xueyi were simply putting on a show of force.

The appointed time had arrived, yet Lin Xueyi just ordered tea to be served and remained silent.

Dong Wenxue drank two pots of tea in succession.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he stood up abruptly.

"I wonder why Ms. Lin has invited us here," he asked.

"Is it just to drink tea?"

He laughed coldly, but there was not a trace of a smile on his face.

"Speaking of tea, the Tea Da Hong Pao that I've cherished at home is far tastier than Ms. Lin's tea."

This fellow was not acknowledging Lin Xueyi's authority at all.

His very manner of speaking was like reprimanding a junior.

"Audacious!"

Qing Yang immediately stood up, pointing his finger at Dong Wenxue.

"How dare you be disrespectful to the Queen, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Dong Wenxue immediately laughed disdainfully.

"What Queen, what maid. Any random girl becomes a queen."

"Then, in this world, we would be swarmed with queens."

Three Swords became furious, his longsword clanging as it was drawn from the sheath.

But in the next second, Three Swords started coughing violently.

He covered his mouth with his hand, but blood seeped through the gaps between his fingers.

Three Swords had a serious internal injury. By relying on his deep Essence Qi, he did not show any abnormality in his usual movements.

But at this moment, as soon as he mobilized his Essence Qi, his internal injuries relapsed.

At this, Dong Wenxue and his two fellows exchanged glances.

All three silently communicated with each other and gently nodded.

Yang Fei gently pressed down on Three Swords' hand,

He walked step by step from behind Lin Xueyi to in front of Dong Wenxue, looking at him with a lazy gaze.

"In this world, of course, not everyone can be a Queen."

"But if Sister Xueyi is the one appointed by Buddha Lord, do you dare to question her?"

Dong Wenxue looked at Yang Fei's pretty boy appearance, seemingly like a slap could make him cry.

He was even more disdainful.

"We haven't personally heard the will of the Buddha Lord."

"Just because you say she's the Queen, should she be? That's absurd!"

Yang Fei laughed, his eyes filled with intense mockery.

"You may choose not to believe when Buddha Lord said she's the Queen."

"Now, what if I say Sister Xueyi is the Queen, do you believe that?"

"You?"

Dong Wenxue looked on with contempt, "Have you weaned yet, trying to mix in the Mortal World like the rest?"

"I'd advise you to go home and drink more milk, lest..."

Slap!

Before he could finish his words, suddenly, his face took a heavy slap.

That slap cut Dong Wenxue off mid-sentence.

A blood-stained molar flew out with a chain of fresh blood.

Dong Wenxue certainly didn't expect Yang Fei to strike out of the blue.

He himself was also a Martial Arts Master of the Dark Force Yellow Grade.

But as soon as Yang Fei made his move, Dong Wenxue didn't even have the chance to dodge.

Enraged, Dong Wenxue charged forward.

He erupted with a violent aura all over his body, ready to fight to the death with Yang Fei.

Still, it must be said that Dong Wenxue didn't climb to the position of a city's Great Owl without some real kung fu skills.

This fellow's Eagle Claw Technique unleashed a piercing shriek as he grasped for Yang Fei's throat.

But Yang Fei just raised his hand again.

Slap!

Another slap landed on Dong Wenxue's cheek.

He stumbled backwards several steps, nearly falling over.

Yang Wuxin and Zhang Yuan both widened their eyes in shock.

They couldn't believe what they were seeing.

This pretty boy had just raised his hand and slapped Dong Wenxue twice.

Moreover, his strikes were so heavy and ruthless.

It was a stark contrast to his harmless appearance.

In fact, Dong Wenxue and his two associates dared to show such contempt for Lin Xueyi

only because they had heard about the severe injuries of Three Swords and the others.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have the guts to be so brazen.

The confrontation between Yang Fei and the Golden-Faced Buddha was a secret among the upper echelons of the Golden-Faced Buddha Group.

These Big Rascals below didn't even know Yang Fei's reputation, let alone his capabilities.

Seeing Yang Fei's fierce actions, everyone felt a chill run down their spine.

Dong Wenxue could only feel that half of his face didn't seem to belong to him anymore.

His entire face throbbed numbly, and his head buzzed.

The fierce vigor within him was completely triggered by Yang Fei.

Dong Wenxue turned his head abruptly.

"Brother Yang, Brother Zhang, if we do not fight now, when will we?"

"Do we all want to be lackeys for life?"

Huo Ran, Yang Wuxin, and Zhang Yuan stood up.

They brandished their daggers and lunged at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei sneered coldly.

Despite his injuries, these three were still no match for him.

Just then, the doors of the hall were suddenly flung open.

The three men in action were startled and forcefully stopped their attacks.

The imposing and fierce Mad Blade strode in confidently.

A bulging snakeskin bag was slung over his shoulder.

The straight and sharp Fan Yi followed closely behind Mad Blade.

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