Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o
Chapter 679: Proposal (1)

Chapter 679: Chapter 679: Proposal (1)

The icy dagger slid across his delicate, sensitive throat, and Wang Jianwen felt like he had just been pulled out of water, trembling uncontrollably, his face ashen, sweat pouring down his forehead in streams.

Thank goodness, he was still alive. Wang Jianwen couldn’t help feeling relieved.

But who had saved him?

Seeing that the target hadn’t been killed, the man in black mechanically stepped towards Wang Jianwen. He no longer used a knife, but instead channeled his robust Inner Breath throughout his body, swung his right fist, and struck viciously at Wang Jianwen’s head!

Just in the nick of time, a tall shadow flashed quickly, a hand as solid as steel firmly caught the man in black’s fist!

It was An Zhifeng!

An Zhifeng clenched his Iron Fist, twisted with force, and the robust man in black was directly thrown to the ground. This situation greatly irritated the man in black, who flexed his waist in a swift motion, flipping over to stand up from the ground. His Inner Breath circulated fiercely, and he threw a punch at An Zhifeng.

For a moment, An Zhifeng and the man in black fought fiercely, engaged in an exhilarating brawl!

Wang Jianwen, sitting feebly to the side, watched in disbelief as the two towering men violently tussled, leaves swirling from the ground around them, the immense pressure rendering him immobile. He wanted to run away, but he was powerlessly incapable.

Wang Jianwen was no fool; there were no free lunches in this world. It was impossible for someone to save him without an ulterior motive. Even though he knew it, Wang Jianwen still couldn’t bring himself to move, too scared to leave.

An Zhifeng and the man in black exchanged hundreds of blows in mere minutes before the outcome was decided!

The branches around the two moved without wind, as An Zhifeng’s Inner Breath coursed through him, his fists taut, and with a fierce swing, he struck the man in black.

The man in black was caught off guard, and An Zhifeng’s fist knocked him to the ground, leaving him unable to get up again. Without giving him a moment to breathe, An Zhifeng stepped forward and landed a heavy punch on the man in black’s head!

Instantly, his skull shattered, blood and brain matter splattered everywhere!

Wang Jianwen, who was sitting to the side, was sprayed with blood, stunned into shock. He had never seen such a brutal method of killing.

Of course, An Zhifeng was not a bloodthirsty and cruel man; he had his reasons for doing so. Wang Jianwen was cunning and treacherous, always ready to flee; this was to intimidate him.

Having dealt with the man in black, An Zhifeng lazily cracked his knuckles, shook his neck, his whole body making cracking sounds. Wang Jingwen was already afraid, and the unsettling noise made her break out in a cold sweat.

She lifted her head in terror, looking at An Zhifeng’s murderous face, and asked shakily, "You, you, who are you? Who exactly are you? What’s your purpose for saving me?"

Watching Wang Jianwen’s cowardly demeanor, An Zhifeng couldn’t help but roll his eyes and spoke in a rough voice, "Me? I’m from the Hall of Yama King, Black and White Impermanence! I’m taking you away for reincarnation! Come with me, and in your next life, you’ll be turned into a pig!"

Wang Jingwen, usually sly and crafty, actually believed this absurd reason today.

Her eyes rolled back, her body shuddered, and she fainted on the spot.

Looking at Wang Jianwen sprawled out like a mud, An Zhifeng snorted disdainfully at his cowardice. He bent down, reached out with his right hand, casually pulled him up in one go, and then with a few quick steps, disappeared into the woods.