Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Abruptly, the parlour fell silent. Only the sounds of instruments continued to ring out.
Perhaps a lot of people still did not know who “the king” was, but they did know who the old man was. He was a renowned figure of the martial arts community. Originally, they thought he had come down to teach this madman a lesson, so why did he pay respects to him instead?
“You can forgo the formalities. You sure stick to your word!”
Li Qingshan patted the old man’s shoulder in appreciation.
“I have always been a man of my word!”
The old man glanced at the large hand on his shoulder as the corner of his lips twitched. He did not want to stick to his word, but he was afraid that Li Qingshan would stick to his word a little too much and refuse to spare him.
The parlour was filled with disciples and descendants of sects and clans. If he had not come down to mediate the situation, who knew how many people would die if they continued with their nonsense and actually angered Li Qingshan.
“These kids are all short-sighted and careless when they talk. Please forgive them, my king.”
“It’s a mere trifle, nothing worth mentioning. Oh right, I still don’t know your name.”
“I am Tie Xiong. Because I wield a pair of judge’s brushes, my friends of the jianghu have given me the nickname of the Iron-faced Judge.”
TL: The “tie” in Tie Xiong means iron or metal. Judges brushes are weapons that come in pairs:
Tie Xong did not tell him the full story. Another reason he was known as the Iron-faced Judge was because he was upright and extremely staunch against evil, but he could no longer bring himself to mention that now.
“So it’s old brother Tie. Even judges like to drink with women?” Li Qingshan joked with a smile.
“That’s a funny joke, my king. I was just in a bad mood, so I had a few cups.”
Normally, Tie Xiong would never come to a place like this, but he had been in a horrible mood today, so he came to have some fun and check out Hu Xian’er who was rumoured to be like a goddess. He never expected to run into Li Qingshan again after a single day. He was simpl
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