Adding them all up, it's only four people, but on the side of Long Hero King, there are nine, obviously outnumbering us. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Even among the ten families, is there really no one who understands this point?"

Miss Red Wine laughed and said, "Our people are everywhere."

As she spoke, she tugged on the reins and returned to the formation. Iron Steed Grand Hall Officer also turned back, and in both camps, the war drums began to roll in unison, their majestic sounds echoing across the battlefield.

The horns on both sides followed with a high pitch, and the soldiers on both sides shouted loud battle cries, boosting their morale. Then, from Iron Threshold King's side, an elegantly dressed man in golden armor rode out.

Everyone recognized him as the once Long-winning King, who has now surrendered to Iron Threshold King.

He, once a distinguished general worth his weight in gold, now rode forward like a grand general towards Long Hero King's camp, smiling as he spoke: "I have roamed the world for over a decade, and except for the battle with Iron Threshold King, I have never lost."

"Today, I want to see what the Shousui Zhou Family, with their solid skills, is truly capable of. Who will challenge me?"

"..."

"..."

"Good performance?"

Hundred Play Town.

On this vast town, countless tricksters turned their eyes to the lone spectator on the entire street, feeling deeply insulted by his leisurely demeanor and the casual copper coin he flicked.

"Indeed, it's a good show."

However, the man seemed unbothered, crouching down to observe the girl performing with plates.

She stood on one foot atop a box, her posture like a crane, holding seven thin rods in her left hand and nine in her right, each supporting a swiftly spinning plate.

With both hands controlling sixteen plates, stacked bowls balanced on her head, her toes pointed, her body spinning slowly, yet everything remained stable.

He admired the girl, observing her youthful face, no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and smiled, "How old were you when you started practicing?"

The girl slightly pursed her lips and said, "Three."

He sighed, then regarded the girl again, "Have you put a lot of effort into it?"

With each question and answer, more and more eyes turned to them.

This was the little master of the Ganzi Mountain Colorful Play Yuan Family, a renowned name in the jianghu. Despite her youth, having mastered the Yuan Family's true skills, she was already a small hall officer under the Divine Hand Zhao Sect responsible for reconciling disputes.

Wherever she appeared, no matter how chaotic the jianghu conflicts were, how deep the grudges, or how many casualties there were, people would defer to her mediation.

Now this guest treats her like a little girl, asking her trivial questions?

What does this mean?

But the spectator, as if oblivious to the unfriendly stares around, said, seeing her remain silent, "You've practiced so hard, who are you performing for?"

The little master's expression turned cold, as she suddenly said, "My performance is not just a show, it can kill."

"You have wreaked havoc, caused many sins, and now you come to mock my skills..."

"Do you really think I only perform and cannot eliminate evil spirits?"

"..."

As her words fell, she suddenly attacked, the spinning plates in her hands flying towards the man.

The edges of the plates somehow became razor-sharp, slicing into flesh to create wounds.

All sixteen plates scattered around the guest like a flower, each a sharp knife threatening to trap him in a web of blades.

Despite her youth, her skills made her a proficient practitioner of the art responsible for mediation, capable of calming disputes.

Yet, as the plates flew at him, the guest simply furrowed his brow.

Suddenly, he slapped his hand back with a sharp crack, sending the young girl reeling, her right cheek swollen and red.

The plates clattered to the ground in pieces.

As he straightened up, facing the town full of tricksters, he yelled, "I am Double Steamed Wine, come to break the Zhao Family's Hundred Play."

Looking down slightly, he addressed the slapped girl, "There are three reasons for striking you."

"First, since I paid, you should finish your act instead of trying to kill me."

"Second, in our parts, you're not even considered an adult and shouldn't be gambling your life here."

"Third, you haven't grasped the situation but still try to reason with others. You deserved to be hit!"

"..."

The little master, humiliated and enraged, was about to retaliate but hesitated upon facing his angry rebuke.

And throughout the town, countless people were immediately infuriated.

The sword-swallowers drew their swords, while those juggling jars slapped talismans on them.

Suddenly, a dark, oppressive aura filled the air, teeming with murderous intent.

Meanwhile, from deeper within the town, a voice resonated: "The Divine Hand Zhao Family considers themselves people of the jianghu, thus they follow the jianghu's code. They abstain from using military force to oppress and wait for you to come duel here in this town."

"We adhered to the rules, yet you come alone, without respect, mocking us. Are you reincarnates truly so arrogant, dismissing our trick door?"