Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 86 - 82 Heading to Yan Mansion

Chapter 86: Chapter 82 Heading to Yan Mansion

"Clever."

"No wonder he could kill two Qi Refinement Realm cultivators wielding magic artifacts during his Body Refining phase."

Su Yi couldn’t help but exclaim in amazement.

Even though Wu Daoxu was already injured, the gulf between them remained terrifying. To put it simply, from the moment the opponent used the magic treasure Radiant Bell, this battle was doomed to be a one-sided affair.

The Radiant Bell itself is a relatively rare type of magic treasure. However, because of its dual nature of offense and defense, it is highly sought after by cultivators. Moreover, with a gap of an entire realm, this magic artifact could be said to be flawless.

Even Jiang Feng, who exerted all his strength, only managed to add a few more cracks to the Radiant Bell.

But...

He keenly captured the flaw of this magic treasure.

And the Radiant Bell, flying towards the youth, stopped just as it was about to hit him!

Deprived of spiritual energy support, the bell instantly shrunk to the size of a palm before falling powerlessly in front of him, its ancient body full of cracks.

The youth merely leaned against the perimeter wall on the other side of the street, his eyes filled with relief.

As he had expected, Wu Daoxu, in his irrational state, seeing him blasted into mid-air with no foothold, prompted the man to trigger the magic treasure without hesitation and attack.

Only, he forgot that the magic treasure would expand outwards with him at the center. The activation under someone else’s eaves had already almost completely destroyed the surrounding pillars and first floor.

And he, taking the risk of being struck by a palm, severed another pillar that was already teetering, having already anticipated that Wu Daoxu would undoubtedly throw the Radiant Bell at him while he couldn’t retaliate, thereby overlooking what was above his head.

The collapse of the upper floors directly buried the opponent beneath them. If it had been before, Wu Daoxu could have escaped in a few seconds; after all, he’s reached the Foundation Establishment Realm, with his physique gradually stepping out of the "mortal" category, but now...

His injuries were too severe, and this was the first time Jiang Feng felt that having his vital energy drained was such a wonderful thing.

How could one still stand up after being smashed in the back of the head by hundreds of pounds of timber?

"What’s happened?"

"Who won, who won, damn, is Jiang Feng still standing?"

"Do you want to die? Lower your voice!"

"Hiss~ This is the first time in my life I’ve seen a battle between Immortals, just look at that aura; you know at first glance they’re not ordinary."

The battlefield gradually quieted down, and a closer look revealed that not only were the surrounding streets in disrepair, but even the backyard of Jiang Feng’s house was in total disarray, with the kitchen almost leveled. The whole yard looked like it had been plowed through.

Clearing his throat, and forcefully suppressing the discomfort in his body, he spat out a mouthful of black blood before standing up, and with his longsword in hand, walked towards the ruins.

But just as he stepped into the collapsed floors, a sword light pierced directly out from beneath the debris!

No, it should be said that both the youth standing atop the ruins and the man buried below simultaneously thrust out their swords.

Zila!

Specks of plum blossoms fell to the ground.

Seemingly having anticipated this sword strike, Jiang Feng forcibly twisted his body, but the blade still went through his left shoulder. Staring intently at the debris underfoot, the shattered bricks and tiles were lifted away, revealing Wu Daoxu’s face, which was almost beyond recognition.

The sword pierced through the collarbone, passing through the body, almost fatal.

"Give... give back my disciple sister’s life."

Almost exhausting all his strength to utter these words, and seeing the youth start to retreat, pulling the longsword out of his body, Wu Daoxu almost frantically waved his only functioning right arm, but couldn’t touch the youth in the slightest.

His expression didn’t change much, no excess joy from having survived the ordeal, his face as calm as water, and it was at this moment he noticed that the back of Wu Daoxu’s head was a bloody mess.

The several-hundred-pound column had smashed down, shattering the Foundation Establishment Realm powerhouse, who was already hanging on by merely a thread. The beam was still pressing down on him; previously he could have easily flung aside the pillar on top of him, but now he was just too heavily injured.

Silently observing the man before her.

In Wen Juan’s memory, he was the senior fellow with an aura of security, the barrier shielding his junior brothers and sisters in chaotic Central State, ensuring their safety. He would devise ways to gather Spirit Stones for their cultivation or bring them all back to the Sect.

But now, the two were clearly locked in a fight to the death. Witnessing Jiang Feng preparing to throw his sword at her, Wu Daoxu showed no fear on his face, nor did he beg for mercy. He simply stared unflinchingly at the young man, as if he wanted to etch his face into his memory.

His lips buzzed, and it seemed the young man uttered a sentence that instantly froze Wu Daoxu’s enraged expression.

Standing there like a fool, but Jiang Feng didn’t give him a chance to reply, as his arm exerted force.

Woosh!

The longsword is thrown, piercing through.

"Sigh."

Su Yi sighed in the distance.

Things had gone too far to pull back now. If they were in the wilderness, she might be able to help, find a way to cover up the incident, but the two had fought openly in the city—how could this be concealed?

If the State City started asking questions, how would she respond? With Jiang Feng’s current realm, it seemed he had no other choice but to flee for his life.

Now, all she could hope for was that the young man’s fortune was strong enough to survive this calamity.

"Oh, the young master is still somewhat merciful, different from before."

Lu Luo tiptoed, still dressed in a manner that screamed involvement in disreputable professions, surprised to note that Jiang Feng had not taken his opponent’s life.

Despite the deadly feud between them, he still held back.

"No, he is right."

Su Yi just silently watched the young man, decoding the words formed by his lips, feeling a pang of sympathy.

"I’ll go tell the County Magistrate to disperse everyone at the scene. You try to revive the disciple from Fan Yin Sect. Jiang Feng didn’t deliver a death blow, probably just knocked him out by holding his breath."

"Uh."

Clearly, Lu Luo was somewhat reluctant to accept this decision, especially since they had just been involved in a few hours of chasing the night before, and now she was expected to help.

While Su Yi slowly walked off the roof.

"The female disciple of Fan Yin Sect was not harmed by Jiang Feng; they’re not sworn enemies yet. Once Jiang holds Fan Yin Sect’s life in his hands, the entire Sect will likely come after him, mad with vengeance."

"With his current strength, he can’t protect himself, and he knows it too. However, this Wu Daoxu clearly won’t owe him any favors."

"So..."

Looking at Lu Luo.

And the latter bizarrely pointed her finger at herself.

"Is the favor on our heads now?"

"Yes, at least we can explain things clearly, whether they believe it or not is up to him."

The young man, battered and bruised, simply went back into the severely damaged house, the neighbors around noticing that the disturbance seemed to have subsided, and they crowded around to watch.

But soon, Jiang Feng came out holding a wrapped bundle, which upon closer inspection, one would realize was a gift from his fiancée the day before.

Everyone gave way.

No one spoke, but they all consciously retreated to the sides of the road to clear a path for the young man, whose formerly contemptuous gaze had now turned to awe at that moment.

Ignoring the admiring and fearful gazes around him, he just tied the bundle tightly to his back, raised his hand, and as if drawn by a force, the longsword directly fell into his grasp.

He walked straight to Yan Mansion.