Flicking the fresh blood off his sword, Jiang Feng’s expression remained unchanged as he did so, finally realizing that this boy, who looked scarcely older than their grandsons, ant dead serious.
One of them reacted fastest, imdiately pouncing towards the headless corpse, forcibly prying open its fingers to snatch the Gu Worm it gripped, and soon others sward over, for when faced with true danger, not a soul harbored the thought of resistance.
They only ever bullied those who seed easy to talk to.
"You... after all, they’re just common folk; is it really proper to strike them down like this... after all..."
The incoming attacker was effortlessly bisected with a backhand cut.
Each strike was like fierce fire; though most were not as powerful as that creature in Yi Village, they were usually docile. But as Cen Yueyue said, once the Gu Worm inside their bodies was stimulated, be it from injury or the sight of blood nearby, it would beco restless.
Those who ca for the dicine were also fine at first, but as ti stretched on, accidental injuries occurred, eventually leading to this irreversible and terrifying situation.
But upon hearing Cen Yueyue’s words, Jiang Feng couldn’t help but snort disdainfully.
He still pointed his finger.
"Miss Cen, dear grandmother!"
"Think about it this way."
"Head straight north from here, and you’ll reach the road we just traveled down. About fifty miles from here, there’s a fork, and if you run to the mountaintop from there, there’s a temple that still sees a steady stream of devotees."
"Now go to that temple, tell the highest-seated Bodhisattva to roll over, then you sit your butt down and let them worship you and offer you incense. You fancy being a living goddess, huh?"
"Or, if you’d rather be done in by him, don’t drag into it. I’m leaving first. After you slit your throat to kill yourself, I’ll inform Cen Zhuangzhuang to collect your corpse. Is that okay?"
Listening to Jiang Feng’s words, the girl couldn’t help but roll her eyes. To think that this boy, who appeared refined and well-mannered, could speak so crudely.
But then she rembered that she had just sworn as well, so she let it be.
His words were harsh, but undeniably logical. Why should she stoop to their level? She could easily change the hearts of these seemingly united fools by throwing them a few bones.
She wasn’t obstinate; it was just that, as a young lady, she’d always interacted with officials and the nobility, or at least the higher-class citizens living in the Southern Border Capital.
In simple terms, everyone around her was quite well-mannered, and she had never encountered such bloodthirsty rabble, unsure of how to deal with it.
Cen Yueyue was only eighteen, venturing far from ho for the first ti, and it was also her first encounter with such a situation. It was normal for her to feel reluctant to harm; indeed, she had never stained her hands with commoner blood.
The lives she had taken were all heinous criminals.
The so-called regular folk within the Red Flower Temple were crazed and demonic, fighting and clamoring, with so even swallowing the Gu Worms and still being attacked en masse.
Mixed with blood on the ground, the infirm who failed to compete resorted to biting and sucking on corpses, attempting to gain the effects of an Immortal Elixir; their actions were indistinguishable from frenzied beasts.
"Think not of escape!"
Perceiving Hou Zhongxiao’s furtive movents, the young lady jabbed with her fingers, ruthlessly interrupting any opportunity!
Her body swiftly closed in on him, and in terms of explosive power, she wasn’t far off from Cen Zhuangzhuang. Her right-hand Silver Ring suddenly enlarged in her grasp.
Clang!
Amidst the crisp collision, three hairpins attacked from various tricky angles, soon hounding the fleeing Hou Zhongxiao. Spiritual Energy surged to protect his body, and the imnse dicine Gourd in his palm swelled several tis over—his Lifebound Magical Treasure.
"Go."
With a low command, he released the Gu Worms sealed inside his gourd but was imdiately thwarted by a powerful Earth-Shattering Dharma Seal. This ti, nobody stood in front of Hou Zhongxiao.
The already shattered Red Wall crumbled under this palm strike, creating a gaping hole of five or six ters!
The golden hairpin whirled chaotically as the silver crown snatched lives; her palms were a blur of motion.
Careful observation of Cen Yueyue’s moves revealed similarities to Cen Zhuangzhuang’s; both relied on physical prowess and close combat, yet her actions were much more graceful.
Moreover, it wasn’t just sheer brute force; it was a blend of Cultivation Technique, movent technique, and Magic Treasure, now sidling up to Hou Zhongxiao, denying him any chance to flee.
A Dharma Seal flipped in her hand, sending him staggering backwards, while the three hairpins followed up with a rear attack, leaving him no option but to dodge helplessly, reducing a Core Formation Stage master to complete defenselessness.
Her recklessness was built upon absolute strength.
Ching—
Jiang Feng simply sheathed his Longsword.
In the distance, the two continued to grapple, both being forr fellow disciples familiar with each other’s strengths and weaknesses. With overpowering might, it was just a matter of ti before Cen Yueyue dispatched him.
Normally, most would take the chance to beat a drowning dog, perhaps even scoring a kill; however, as for Jiang Feng...
He was only mouthy.
Not foolhardy.
The overall situation was clear; Jiang Feng knew himself well. As a re Qi Refinent practitioner, he would be no use and certainly couldn’t harm the adversary.
If he tried scoring a kill, it’d likely backfire. He had seen plenty of those scenes in movies and TV shows where so-called side characters tried to prove their importance, rushing in for a last hit on the weakened BOSS.
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