85 None of You Are Going Anywhere

The huge doors and the towering walls had been ripped apart by the force of the blade. The barriers hadn't managed to stop the attack at all. Zhang Xinxiong turned around. He could see exactly what was going on outside the house.

A dozen Inner Yard disciples with nothing better to do had gathered in the distance and formed a circle around the house. They were squatting or perched on their bums on stools, nibbling on nuts or spitting out seeds as they snacked on fruits…

They were clearly bored out of their minds. Nevertheless, these were just ordinary Inner Yard disciples, hardly the Inner Yard Thirty-Three. They weren't the ones who had openly issued the challenge.

His eyes fell on a young woman in a red dress who was slowly making her way toward them. He tore his gaze from her slender, shapely legs and stepped forward. His voice was soft as he asked, "Rao Yinyin?"