Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 239: Slapping the Face

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Slapping the Face

Shi Feng saw the delicate figure before him, which was naturally Long Meng, the little girl who had also entered this Blood-colored Space.

Upon seeing her, Shi Feng quickly descended, and the Fourth-stage King Level Blood-colored Sand Scorpion, which had been battling Long Meng, had its head crushed under Shi Feng’s foot as he arrived fiercely and brutally.

"Ah!" Startled by the sudden newcomer who stomped the Sand Scorpion she had been fighting to death, Long Meng immediately put up her guard, her face wary. But upon recognizing that familiar young face, her serious expression bloomed like fresh flowers, sweetly exclaiming, "Brother Shi Feng."

Shi Feng also smiled back at the little girl and said, "How did you come in here too?" As Shi Feng spoke, bright red blood gushed from the beheaded corpse of the Blood-colored Sand Scorpion, converging towards his body. The scorpion’s body quickly shriveled up.

"Ah! Wait!" Seeing this, Long Meng hurriedly called out and went around to the desiccated corpse of the Sand Scorpion, taking a dagger from her Storage Ring and carefully slicing open the scorpion’s body.

Then, turning around, Shi Feng saw Long Meng pull out a blood pearl the size of a fingertip from the body of the scorpion. Shi Feng could sense that this blood pearl contained a blazing energy, which perfectly suited Long Meng’s Pure Yang Physique for Cultivation.

Shi Feng also discovered that Long Meng’s Martial Arts Cultivation Level had progressed from the Five-star Martial King Realm to the Six-star Martial King Realm. It seemed that she had hunted these demon beasts in this desert and absorbed the intense energy from their blood pearls.

It seemed that not only he, but also the little girl had gained rewards in this space.

"It’s good, it’s not damaged." Long Meng carefully examined the blood pearl in her hand and then looked up at Shi Feng again. Seeing him looking at her, she smiled again and said, "This little pearl is just right to help with my Cultivation."

Immediately after, Shi Feng saw Long Meng’s face suddenly turn cold, and then, looking towards Shi Feng again, her face filled with a sense of grievance, like a little girl who had been bullied.

Noticing the changes on Long Meng’s face, Shi Feng quickly turned around to see a group of young Martial Artists not far from the Blood-colored Desert – two women and five men, seven people in total. The elder ones were around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, while the younger ones were about seventeen or eighteen.

"Did they bully you?" Seeing this group and recalling Long Meng’s aggrieved look when she had seen these people, Shi Feng said.

"Mhm." Long Meng walked over to Shi Feng’s side, nodded, and said, "They claimed to be from the Fire Cloud Sect. I had slain a demon beast earlier, and not only did they snatch the blood pearl from the beast, but they also told me to scram, and one of the men threatened me, saying if I didn’t scram, I’d regret ever coming to this world!" Long Meng’s face displayed even deeper grievance as she spoke.

"Dare to bully you, I’ll go take revenge for you!" Shi Feng declared, already charging towards the group of people. Long Meng had followed him here, and he couldn’t ignore the grievances the little girl had suffered.

"Boom!" In no time, Shi Feng reached the sandy area in front of the group, landing ahead of them and stirring up a cloud of Blood-colored sand and dust.

The dust quickly dispersed, revealing Shi Feng’s figure and his calm young face.

"Oh, you’re the little slut’s backup?" A woman full of arrogance looked at Shi Feng, pointing at Long Meng in the distance, her words dripping with mockery and disdain.

She could naturally discern Shi Feng’s Martial Arts Cultivation Level. It was merely at the Five-star Martial Emperor Realm, while she herself was a formidable presence at the Seven-star Martial Emperor Realm. A difference of two stars in realms meant she could easily crush this useless being.

For someone like him to stand before them, attempting to avenge another, was nothing but self-humiliation.

Was this fool so dazzled by that whore’s beauty that he’d lost all sense of direction?

"Your mouth stinks, slap it!" Shi Feng said coldly to the woman, raising his right hand.

"I’d like to see how you’ll slap my mouth!" The woman burst into laughter upon hearing Shi Feng’s words, as if she had just heard the best joke in the world. A mere Five-star Martial Emperor daring to slap her mouth? And he even had the gall to raise his hand at her.

But at this moment, the woman also revealed her murderous intent. For a piece of trash to disrespect and insult her, he must experience what it means to be ignorant of the heavens and the earth, wishing for death rather than enduring such pain.

"Boom!" Fiery flames erupted from the arrogant woman’s right palm, and she swiped at the approaching hand of Shi Feng with a strike powerful enough to incinerate a Five-star Martial Emperor’s hand into nothingness. This strike, the Fire Cloud Palm, one of the Fire Cloud Absolute Skills, was an all-out blow from a Seven-star Martial Emperor.

The other six disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect displayed indifferent expressions, finding the situation dull. Others had smiles on their faces, filled with mockery and contempt. Some even contemplated in their hearts how to torment this young Martial Artist who dared offend them in the boring Blood-colored Desert. They toyed with the idea of malicious punishments that would make him wish for death.

However, what followed was a sharp "snap" echoing clearly between heaven and earth. Hearing this sound, everyone seemed to think they had misheard. Several faces showed astonishment as Lin Yue—a Seven-star Martial Emperor Realm Martial Artist—was slapped in the face by someone from the Five-star Martial Emperor Realm.

Lin Yue’s Fire Cloud Palm had clearly struck the palm of the man, yet it passed through his hand as if it was nothing. His hand then forcefully slapped Lin Yue’s face, resulting in a scene so unbelievable that it all happened in the blink of an eye.

"Ah!" Lin Yue herself felt as if she was dreaming. The crisp sound, the pain, the humiliation of being slapped in public—this all snapped her out of it. Her beautiful face twisted with rage as she stared at the calm-faced Shi Feng, shouting like a madwoman, "You dare to hit me! Today, you will undoubtedly die!"

As she spoke, Lin Yue’s palms erupted with roaring flames, and she fiercely bombarded Shi Feng with them. The flames, like a beast unleased, swept toward Shi Feng, engulfing him in a sea of fire almost instantly.

"Is he dead just like that?" A Three-star Martial King Realm Martial Artist watched the flames swallowing Shi Feng and said.

"Hmph, he’s just a Five-star Martial Emperor after all. Faced with the Fire Cloud Fierce Flames unleashed by Senior Sister Lin Yue, he is bound to die," another Martial Artist at the Six-star Martial Emperor said disdainfully. He then whispered to the person beside him, "Just letting him die like that is letting him off too easy."

In the entire venue, only the oldest man, around twenty-five or twenty-six, who always maintained an indifferent expression, slightly shook his head.