Chapter 2102: Swords drawn Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Third Elder deliberated for a moment before coldly saying, “I’ll meet her.” Third Elder walked out from his hiding spot. “Heh, I was wondering who it was. So it’s an elder from the Fearless Alliance.” Nie Linglong stared at Third Elder, her lips curling up with an inexplicable smile. “Little girl, our President brought you back to the Nie family when you were young, and the Nie family raised you to adulthood, but you’re ungratefully repaying their kindness by stabbing them in the back. Not only do you want to kill Nameless Nie, but you also want to overthrow the entire Nie family. How marble-hearted you are,” Third Elder coldly said to Nie Linglong. “Marble-hearted?” Nie Linglong glanced at Third Elder and snorted. “I don’t think so. I heard that you killed even your own son, so if we put it like that, aren’t you more marble-hearted than me?” Third Elder harrumphed. “Back then, the President wasn’t here. So what if I sacrificed a distant son for power and prestige? However, I wouldn’t treat anyone I was indebted to like you did.” “I can tell that everyone from the Fearless Alliance likes to quibble and make excuses,” Nie Linglong retorted. “Enough nonsense. Will you come with me to see the President of your own will or do I need to break your limbs and tie you up to bring back to the President?” Third Elder shouted aggressively. Nie Linglong stared at Third Elder with a sneer. “If it was Wen Ziran from your Fearless Alliance, perhaps he would be semi-qualified to play with me. But you old and feeble weaklings…” “You’re dead!” Upon hearing Nie Linglong calling him an old and feeble weakling, Third Elder’s eyes shone coldly, and he turned into a black shadow, charging toward Nie Linglong. “Forget about you. Even if Worriless Nie in her peak came here personally and you two teamed up, so what?” As Nie Linglong spoke, a loud “bang” was heard as she fiercely slammed into Third Elder. That noise resounded in the spectators’ ears like a clap of thunder in the summer sky. The hidden scouts from the Fearless Alliance felt their foreheads soaked with sweat as they watched the intense fight between Third Elder and Nie Linglong underneath them. They couldn’t intercede in this level of fighting. If they tried to help right now, it would be the same as hampering Third Elder. “Hurry and call for support!” a scout said. “This is outside the Independent State’s boundaries; where can we call for help?” This location wasn’t considered inside the boundaries of the Independent State’s territory, so whether they could get into contact with people from the Fearless Alliance or not was one thing. Even if they did, it would be daytime by the time their back-up arrived. “D*mn, Third Elder probably isn’t a match for that woman…” The scouts couldn’t help but frown as they watched the fight below. Right now, Third Elder’s breathing had turned rapid already. Nie Linglong was too nimble and her figure was difficult to distinguish. He seemed to have seen similar techniques a long time ago. “You’re a member of the Direct Line?” Third Elder demanded coldly. Most of the Direct Line’s body techniques looked like this. “Is there any point for a person about to die to know who I am?” Nie Linglong loosely grasped a bloody dagger as she stood in her spot. “The Nie family… You’re the daughter of the Direct Line’s Fifth Elder!” Third Elder suddenly recalled something. Back then, the Direct Line’s Fifth Elder died in the great battle between the Direct Line and the Collateral Branch, and his daughter was stranded in the Independent State. Could it be the President thought Nie Linglong to be pitiful and brought her back to the Nie family to be raised?! What in the world was the President thinking? Didn’t she know Nie Linglong was the daughter of the Direct Line’s Fifth Elder? Nie Linglong snorted but didn’t say anything. The dagger in her hand glinted eerily, and her speed turned extremely fast. It was incredibly difficult to see her clearly with the human eye especially on such a pitch-black night.