Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 261: Delicate Wife Takes Action

Chapter 261: Chapter 261: Delicate Wife Takes Action

Prince Jianyun, sensing the commotion here, looked over with a sweeping gaze. A being of his stature, usually surrounded by attendants, possessed unbeatable strength. Even in this perilous land teeming with experts, he maintained a transcendent demeanor.

Indeed, there were not many who dared to provoke him.

With Prince Jianyun’s strength, it’s likely that he could even contend with an ordinary Sword Saint for a few moves.

"Oh, it turns out to be this little crawler!" Upon noticing that Chu Feng was clashing with disciples of the Rashamon Sect, Prince Jianyun displayed a malicious smirk, delighting in the disaster.

He could get rid of Chu Feng through the hands of the Rashamon Sect disciples without lifting a finger.

He was pleased to see this unfold.

"Kneel down and admit your mistakes!" A disciple from Rashamon Sect commanded Chu Feng fiercely.

"Kneeling won’t be enough; you must crawl from under me!" Another disciple from the Rashamon Sect also had a mocking attitude, treating it as fun.

The most formidable Rashamon Sect expert, however, did not speak. This person appeared to be around forty, his face marked by deep scars, making it pitted.

His eyes emitted an ominous evil Qi, cold and piercing.

He clearly was a ruthless character who wouldn’t blink at killing.

Chu Feng realized that the Rashamon Sect was truly a den of villains. Virtually every disciple was a fierce murderer, brutal and ruthless, slaughtering like hemp.

"Step aside!"

Chu Feng’s hand rested on the hilt of the Crimson Flame Sword. His tone indifferent, his face expressionless.

Behind him, Senior Sister Ye and others, having witnessed Chu Feng’s terrifying battle power, looked at the Rashamon Sect disciples trying to humiliate him with eyes like they were looking at the dead.

"Hey, he’s got even more swagger than us. Does he really think that having a True Disciple of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect nearby gives him the right to be arrogant?"

"Quit the talk, just move in and slaughter him."

The two Rashamon Sect disciples grimaced fiercely, their eyes flashing menacingly as they drew their swords out of their sheaths.

They were ready to cut down Chu Feng right there.

"Stop!"

The middle-aged man behind them ordered a halt, his gaze fixed intently on the sword in Chu Feng’s hand.

"Where did you get this Crimson Flame Sword?" Obviously, the middle-aged man recognized the sword in Chu Feng’s hands as belonging to their sect.

"I picked it up!"

Chu Feng’s tone was still as cold and stern as if he had gunpowder in his mouth.

Facing the ferocious Rashamon Sect expert, he showed no fear.

"Where did you pick it up?" The middle-aged man pressed further, his gaze toward Chu Feng carrying a trace of caution and gravity.

The owner of the Crimson Flame Sword was Scarface, whose cultivation was one realm lower than this middle-aged man’s, but his combat prowess was such that even this man was not sure of victory.

Yet now, Scarface’s Crimson Flame Sword appeared in Chu Feng’s hands.

The sword exists as the man exists; the sword lost, the man perished.

This has always been the creed of sword cultivators.

The middle-aged man was sure that Scarface had died. Otherwise, his life-treasured sword would not have ended up in Chu Feng’s hands.

Judging from Chu Feng’s cold demeanor, it was very likely that Chu Feng had killed Scarface.

Only those with absolute strength can remain so eerily calm and indifferent when facing others. It could even be called aloof.

"Where I picked it from is none of your concern. If there’s nothing else, please make way!"

Chu Feng’s hand still pressed on the hilt of the Crimson Flame Sword, his gaze icy.

Meanwhile, Prince Jianyun and Zang Jianfeng were entangling Han Xiaoying. Chu Feng was already in a bad mood, and if these three did not know better, he would not mind adding a few more lives to his record.

"For killing a disciple of the Rashamon Sect, there will be no peace even if it means chasing you to the ends of the earth, you will not escape death!" The middle-aged man stepped aside, but not without issuing a stern threat.

I wonder if that was a warning to Chu Feng.

As for such bland threats, Chu Feng sneered and couldn’t bother to care.

The middle-aged man was perceptive and intelligent, recognizing Chu Feng was not ordinary. However, those two young Rashamon Sect experts lacked such judgment.

"Senior Brother Luo has spared you, but we are not so generous!"

Clang clang!

Both drew their swords and prepared to charge at Chu Feng.

"Stop!"

The middle-aged man and Han Xiaoying shouted simultaneously. The middle-aged man didn’t want to lose two subordinates just like that; he definitely couldn’t just watch if a fight really broke out.

He himself might even get involved.

The likelihood of getting killed was very high.

When Han Xiaoying realized it was Chu Feng, her face immediately bloomed with a joyful smile. So much time had passed; she was no longer angry.

Women are like that.

Quick to anger, quick to forgive.

When she saw the two Rashamon Sect disciples drawing their swords to kill Chu Feng, she was scared out of her wits. Without thinking, she leaped forward, directly moving to Chu Feng’s side and shielding him behind her.

"If you dare to touch him, don’t blame me for being rude!" Han Xiaoying’s strength was not weak, now possessing the cultivation of a Middle Stage Great Sword Master.

She had cultivated the Seven Killings Sword Skill, her combat power was certainly no weaker than that of the Rashamon Sect.

"Little wench, who is he to you? Worth your protection like this?"

"Could it be, he’s your paramour? Ah—"

The two disciples from the Rashamon Sect had provoked the Grim Reaper.

Han Xiaoying swiftly drew her sword and delivered a Rapid Slash upon one of them. A head fell to the ground instantly.

The neck of this Rashamon Sect disciple spurted blood like a fountain, still steaming.

His companion was splashed head to toe.

But this surviving fellow didn’t bother wiping it off, scared witless, he fled to the middle-aged man’s side.

All these people were fierce and ruthless, used to seeing blood and killing. Usually, others trembled and went weak at the knees upon seeing them. But this time they encountered Death.

A stunning female Grim Reaper even crueler than they were.

After cultivating the Seven Killings Sword Skill, Han Xiaoying’s whole demeanor became colder, like a murderous blade, instilling fear in people.

Only in the presence of Chu Feng and Lu’er did she reveal her tenderness.

"Get out!"

After killing one, Han Xiaoying appeared extremely cold.

Her aura imperiously commanding the Rashamon Sect experts to scram.

"Let’s go!"

The middle-aged man judged the situation and did not dare to show off. Whether it was Han Xiaoying’s terrifying combat prowess or Chu Feng’s understated presence, both gave him an immense sense of danger.

When it’s time to bow your head, you must.

Otherwise, you won’t even know how you died.

The onlookers around, all watched Han Xiaoying, whose treasure sword still dripped blood, with fear. No one expected that such a heavenly beautiful girl could be so violent and ferocious.

"Lucky this waste. But this is just the beginning; once we enter the Sword Tomb, there will be plenty of chances to kill this trash Chu Feng." A hint of disappointment showed in Prince Jianyun’s eyes.

Having seized Chu Feng’s sword meridians, as long as Chu Feng lives, he can’t be at ease.

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