Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 255: I Advise You Not to Seek Your Own Death

Chapter 255: Chapter 255: I Advise You Not to Seek Your Own Death

"I have no such obligation!" Chu Feng indifferent replied with a sentence.

"You..." Senior Sister Ye, her delicate body trembling with anger. "In that case, your life and death have nothing to do with me! As the steward, I hereby announce that you have been kicked out of the team, left to fend for yourselves."

"Heh, when have you ever cared about our life and death?"

Chu Feng had a cold smile on his face, and Zi Yan also nodded in agreement.

This really infuriated Senior Sister Ye.

"A bunch of trash, no matter how many come, it’s just courting death!" That Rashamon Sect disciple who touched Senior Sister Ye’s bottom looked at Han Dong and the others with an extremely disdainful expression.

He made his move again.

With sword light flashing, each stroke he struck almost certainly brought one down. Han Dong and his companions were really just dummies; none of them could match this Rashamon Sect disciple.

In just the blink of an eye, all five were down on the ground.

The fighting prowess of the Rashamon Sect disciple was indeed terrifying. Chu Feng considered this an eye-opening experience.

He discovered that the swordsmanship of the Rashamon Sect disciples mainly emphasized trickery, strangeness, fierceness, and ruthlessness. It bore the menacing aura of a murdering demon, intimidating to behold.

Compared to ordinary swordsmanship, it might be powerful.

But compared to Chu Feng’s Heaven and Earth Sword Skill, it fell far short.

Chu Feng was absolutely confident that by just executing the Fast Sword Technique, he could slay these two Rashamon Sect disciples. As for having less cultivation than them, that’s entirely not an issue.

With all Nine Veins exerting force, even a Middle Stage Great Sword Master would have to admit defeat and surrender.

"Little girl, you’re the only one left. Just lie down nicely!" The Rashamon Sect disciple didn’t kill Han Dong and the others, he merely wounded them to the point they lost the ability to escape.

They lay on the ground, wailing weakly and screaming.

Perhaps, this was also the typical style of the Rashamon Sect. They enjoyed torturing their enemies and derived pleasure from their opponents’ suffering.

His gaze fixed on the terrified and trembling Senior Sister Ye.

The words he spoke were extremely shameless.

"Don’t even think about it!"

Senior Sister Ye suddenly turned around and fled into the distance.

Chu Feng couldn’t help but shake his head inwardly; Senior Sister Ye’s cultivation wasn’t weak, and her swordsmanship wasn’t bad either. It’s a pity that her heart was extremely lacking.

If she hadn’t run away, relying on her strength, even if she couldn’t win, she could at least fight to the death with her enemy.

Now, scared by the enemy’s fearsome might, her will to resist collapsed instantly. She had already lost in terms of momentum.

Under such fear, her combat power would diminish by at least thirty to forty percent.

Under these circumstances, her capture was all but certain.

Indeed, not long after Chu Feng shook his head, Senior Sister Ye was caught up with by the Rashamon Sect disciple, who stabbed her in the fold of the knee. She collapsed to the ground with a scream.

Before she could react, a cold sword edge was already pressing against her fair and slender neck.

With just a gentle thrust, she could be immediately silenced forever.

"Just kill me!" Senior Sister Ye closed her eyes in despair and spoke.

How could that Rashamon Sect disciple be willing to kill her?

He injured her sword-wielding hand with a sword stroke, causing her to lose her grip on the blade, which clanged as it fell to the ground.

But that wasn’t all.

Then, with lightning fast moves, he pressed on several acupoints on her body, sealing them. She instantly became powerless to resist, lying on the ground.

Now, she couldn’t even commit suicide if she wanted to.

At this moment, the fight between Liu Qiang and his opponent also had a clear outcome.

The Rashamon Sect disciple, facing four opponents alone, managed to achieve victory. And with only two wounds, he laid all four to the ground.

Blood was still seeping from the wound on the back of his hand, and this young man from the Rashamon Sect, bearing a scar on his face, had a fierce and bloodthirsty gaze. Merely the wild shooting Freezing Yin glint in his eyes was enough to scare someone to death.

"The four of you actually managed to injure me. Don’t be in a rush, in a moment I’ll slice off your flesh and skin you piece by piece, and pull out your tendons."

Scarface revealed a sinister smile and approached He Ruoshui and Senior Sister Ye.

Lying on the ground, He Ruoshui and Senior Sister Ye were restlessly twisting their bodies, trying to escape.

Unfortunately, they were restrained and had completely lost the ability to escape.

"Nobody can save you two!" declared another young man from the Rashamon Sect, bald on top with a receding hairline.

Upon a closer look, one would feel a shiver run through their scalp.

Because it wasn’t a bald spot in the middle of this man’s head, but rather a patch where it seemed that someone had sliced off a big chunk of his scalp with a sword. One could still see the dark lump formed where the wound had healed.

"But before that, we need to first deal with those two meddling pieces of trash!"

Scarface’s gaze swept past Zi Yan, showing no interest, only revealing murderous intent. When he turned his attention to Chu Feng, he couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, "Oh, it’s you. No wonder you looked somewhat familiar."

"Outside the tavern, I already said you were only fit to be cannon fodder. Seems I overestimated you; now, you don’t even qualify for that."

"Because, you’re about to be killed by me, right away."

The two disciples from the Rashamon Sect pressed towards Chu Feng and Zi Yan.

Liu Qiang, Senior Sister Ye, and the others lying on the ground watched with despair as Chu Feng and Zi Yan were approached.

These two idiots, still not running away. Even going to get help would have been a better idea.

If only they could summon a protector or a True Disciple from the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, they might be saved. Now, all hope was lost.

"We didn’t see anything. If you find us in the way, we’ll just leave," said Chu Feng as he prepared to leave with Zi Yan.

The two disciples from the Rashamon Sect looked at them as if they were fools.

But with a flash, they moved to block the path of Chu Feng and Zi Yan, one in front and one behind.

"You still think of leaving at this point?"

"Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance, commit suicide now and you can keep your whole corpse."

Scarface assumed an utterly arrogant and commanding posture, not taking Chu Feng seriously at all.

In his opinion, killing Chu Feng was merely a matter of lifting a hand.

"Big brother, this chick might not be much in looks, but she has a unique air about her. I’m thinking of keeping her," said the bald young man, eyeing Zi Yan up and down, his appreciation growing the more he looked.

He felt that this girl had an elegant and otherworldly aura, truly pleasing to watch.

"Sure!"

Scarface was not opposed. Disciples of the Rashamon Sect were known for their unscrupulous behavior.

"Strike!"

The two took a step forward in perfect unison.

"Hold on! Let me offer you two a piece of advice. King Yan will not postpone a person’s death sentence from the third watch until the fifth watch. Better to take what you’ve got and not court your own death," Chu Feng said with all seriousness.

"Haha, what is this idiot saying?"

"He wants to kill us?"

The two disciples of the Rashamon Sect laughed as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Senior Sister Ye rolled her eyes at Chu Feng, having never seen anyone so arrogantly overestimating themselves. It was one thing for him to be conceited about his own abilities, but now he dared to be so audacious towards the two disciples from the Rashamon Sect.

That was clearly courting death.