Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 923 17

This news was so shocking that everyone stood frozen in place, forgetting even to breathe.

Meng Qianqian looked up, staring blankly at him, at the familiar face that appeared in her dreams countless times.

Gone was the youthful greenness, replaced by the sediment of years.

The wrinkles carved by the blade at the corners of his eyes gave him a more profound look.

Meng Qianqian's throat choked suddenly.

Countless memories surged into her heart, countless grievances flooded her mind, endless longing turned into tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.

"Daddy..."

"Here."

When the "Daddy" she called countless times in her memory was finally answered, Meng Qianqian cried like a child.

Shang Jue gently patted the back of her head, pulling her into his warm and broad embrace.

"I'm sorry, Daddy is late."

"It's Little Nine who's late... Little Nine should have found Daddy's whereabouts earlier..."

How could she ever blame Daddy?

Just thinking about Daddy hiding her in the water tank, using his own body to build a wall of flesh and blood to save her life, made her heart ache terribly!

Shang Jue gently wiped away her tears: "Little Nine, be good, cry later, Daddy will first deal with this troublesome guy."

He was referring to the High Priest.

Meng Qianqian nodded with a sob: "Daddy, be careful, he's very cunning."

The High Priest is Shan Cheng's father, and Shan Cheng is Toghtai's disciple. It's hard to say if the High Priest had learned some of Toghtai's skills through Shan Cheng.

And even if not, just being proficient enough to control the Holy Temple makes him troublesome enough.

"Also, Tan'er is inside."

Meng Qianqian pointed to the closed stone door, "She's my sister."

"Sister? You have a sister?"

Shang Jue was puzzled.

"It's a long story. Daddy, quickly deal with him, my sister is very dangerous in there."

"Alright."

Shang Jue agreed and immediately rushed towards the High Priest.

Between masters, the exchange of moves lacks any flashy techniques, especially for Shang Jue, what he needed is one move to defeat the enemy.

One must know, on the battlefield, situations change instantaneously, every move must be used with full force, leaving the enemy no chance to breathe.

Shang Jue's fist smashed into the High Priest's chest with great force, caving in his ribs, sending him flying like a sandbag, crashing heavily against the stone wall behind.

The High Priest fell to the ground, lifting his eyes, looking incredulously at the man before him.

All his resistance seemed futile in front of the opponent.

The opponent's boxing was too fast, too fierce; it was as if he was immobilized invisibly, always lagging half a move behind no matter what he did.

This feeling was too strange.

But the High Priest was not to be taken lightly.

When Shang Jue's second punch came down, he avoided it strangely.

Shang Jue squeezed his wrist, his expression unchanged.

Then, under everyone's gaze, with an incredible speed, flashed familiarly to the back of the Grand Priest.

By the time the High Priest sensed danger approaching, it was too late.

Shang Jue's punch had already swung towards his back heart.

He lunged heavily outwards.

Ji Li couldn't help but exclaim: "So seeing this, I could do it too."

Si Snake: "You want to try?"

"Try it I shall! Come Demon, here comes the Commander Guard—ugh—"

Before Ji Li finished speaking, he was slapped flying by the High Priest, tongue lolling, eyes rolling, and crashed at the feet of Si Snake and Meng Qianqian with a crash.

The two of them simply couldn't bear to look.

From this, it became more evident how strong Shang Jue was.

His easy victory was due to his greatness, not the High Priest's low martial skills.

"Your dad he..."

Rarely did Si Snake genuinely admire someone, but at this moment, he was truly in awe of Shang Jue.

All the High Priest's methods seemed ineffective in front of Shang Jue.

His Qinggong wasn't as fast as Shang Jue, his Inner Strength wasn't as profound, and even the witchcraft he frequently cast was always easily interrupted by Shang Jue.

"Finish speaking."

Meng Qianqian said.

Si Snake: "Worthy of being number one in the world."

"Not at all."

Meng Qianqian said.

Si Snake looked at her strangely.

Meng Qianqian raised her chin: "My mom is the number one in the world."

If her mom hit him, would her dad dare to fight back?

Si Snake: "Children who have a dad really are different."

The child's nature was coming out.

Shang Jue and the High Priest had exchanged a dozen moves, and the ground and walls were smashed into ten big pits.

The High Priest spat out fresh blood, looking utterly disheveled.

"No, how did your dad, being so powerful, get trapped by Ayimulan all those years?"

Ji Li voiced his inner doubt.

Meng Qianqian frowned, looking at Ayimulan who was watching from the side.

She remembered Ayimulan had said her dad was long dead.

Everything was just a lie she made up.

So to speak, Ayimulan had never imprisoned her dad.

Ayimulan did not intend to explain, turning her face away to digest the inner shock alone.

Meng Qianqian said, "Seems like you know nothing about my dad's whereabouts either."

So all these years, where had her dad been?

She had too many doubts in her heart, but unfortunately, now was not the time to talk, she had to quickly deal with the High Priest and rescue Tan'er.

"Shan Yang is it? I haven't settled the account for imprisoning Ah Yuan with you yet, and now you've bullied my child. In that case, go to hell!"

Shang Jue grabbed the High Priest's throat, lifted him high, and slammed him against the stone wall ten steps away, embedding him into it.

The High Priest widened his eyes in extreme shock, spitting fresh blood: "You... You don't think... killing me... will solve everything... Today... none of you... will get out..."

"Shut your damn mouth!"

Shang Jue twisted his neck off with a single motion.

He walked to Meng Qianqian: "You just said, where is your sister?"

Meng Qianqian pointed to the tightly closed stone door.

Shang Jue punched a large hole into the stone door.

He pushed the bricks aside, resolutely entering the secret chamber.

At this moment, Tan'er had already fainted in a pool of blood, while Chu Nan was holding his head, looking pained and tormented.

Shang Jue was about to act.

Meng Qianqian stopped him: "Daddy, Chu Nan is being controlled."

Shang Jue: "He's Chu Nan?"

Meng Qianqian gave an affirmative sound.

"Got it."

Shang Jue flashed closer to Chu Nan.

Chu Nan sensed an immense threat and slashed at Shang Jue with a spear.

Predictably, his Red Tassel Spear missed.

No one saw Shang Jue's movements clearly.

Even Medicine Man Chu Nan was stunned.

Behind him!

He attempted a backward shot with his spear!

Whoosh!

Once again, it missed.

"Over here, boy."

Chu Nan heard his voice and went east.

But Shang Jue appeared at his west.

Shang Jue grabbed his scapula, tapped his acupoints, and sealed his spirit platform and Baihui.

After a series of Acupoint Tapping Techniques, Chu Nan's vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

Shang Jue asked, "Little Nine, do you have any silver needles left?"

Meng Qianqian pulled a silver needle from the wall, poisoned it with strong alcohol: "Yes."

Shang Jue: "Pierce his spirit platform."

"Yes, Daddy."

Meng Qianqian followed the order.

Shang Jue stood up, clapping his hands: "All right, he won't awaken within three days."

Then he looked towards Tan'er on the side, "Just now you said, she's your sister?"