Chapter 1583: Chapter 1583: If There’s a Next Ti, It Won’t Be Just a Broken Fan!
Zhang Xi was furious, and with a punch, he swung at Ouyang Mo. While Ouyang Mo dodged, he grabbed Beiting Huang and hid her behind his back, “Ouyang Mo, don’t you go too far!”
It seed that Zhang Xi was no match for Ouyang Mo. He had always been indulging Ouyang Mo, but in the end, he took action for Beiting Huang.
Ouyang Mo returned the blow with a fan, aiming at Zhang Xi’s head. This man was extrely vicious; if the Iron Bone Fan really hit its mark, Zhang Xi would either die or turn into an idiot.
If Zhang Xi dodged, the fan would hit Beiting Huang instead.
Zhang Xi had also anticipated this move, and he was filled with hatred inside. Ouyang Mo’s attack was incredibly ruthless. Not knowing Beiting Huang’s strength, he didn’t dare to dodge easily. But by now, it was too late for him to draw his weapon. Just as he was about to shield himself with his arm, there was a “clang” of tal striking tal, followed by a “snap,” the sound of sothing falling and hitting the ground.
“You!” Ouyang Mo had not anticipated that this young man, who bore so resemblance to Zhang Xuan, possessed martial skills not in the least inferior to his; he was so enraged that his eyes brimd with blood.
At that mont, Zhang Xi saw that the fan that was supposed to strike him was wrapped by a flexible sword as white as driven snow. But what truly horrified him was that Ouyang Mo’s fan had snapped in two, and half of it had fallen to the ground, a re finger’s width from his toes; he could have easily injured his foot on it had he been less careful.
This was a fan bone forged from cold iron, under which many masters of Mandala Land had perished.
“Ah, wonderful!” ca the sound of clapping and cheering from Zhang Xuan behind him.
Ouyang Mo’s face instantly turned ashen; he gripped the remaining half of the fan in his hand, his eyes burning with fury as he glared at Beiting Huang. But with just a flicker, Beiting Huang retracted her flexible sword and said coldly, “If there’s a next ti, it won’t just be a broken fan!”
What would be broken would be your head!
The words Beiting Huang did not speak, Ouyang Mo understood them perfectly well. Yet, he could not perceive the extent of the young man’s strength. The youth seed to have struck even more ruthlessly than he had. Ouyang Mo held back his rage and in the end did not lash out.
At this mont, on the street, a woman dressed in a pink robe approached lazily. She had witnessed the entire scene and stood at the steps of Fortune Inn. Peering inside, she could no longer see Beiting Huang and the others behind the lowered curtain. She stared for a brief mont before speaking to Ouyang Mo, who was still visibly upset, “Young Master Ouyang, long ti no see!”
Ouyang Mo snapped out of it and fixed his stare on the woman’s face for quite a while before recognizing her. His mood quickly shifted, and he smiled, “It turns out to be Junior Sect Master Nie Fei from the Jiuzhou Sect!”
Clearly having seen what had just occurred and knowing full well that Ouyang Mo was probably furious, Nie Fei remained cheerfully oblivious, as if unaware of anything, “Is Young Lord Ouyang here looking for the Fire Flower? Have you found it? Why not enter?”
anwhile, Beiting Huang was being led by the Zhang brothers into a room inside, where they had ordered a table full of food and drinks. Zhang Xuan was explaining to Beiting Huang their purpose in coming to Huayang Town, “… The Fire Flower is said to bloom only once every hundred years. For ten thousand years in Mandala Land, no one has ever seen the Fire Flower. If not for a Fla Beast that went mad a couple of days ago, attacking an expedition team that went treasure hunting in the mountains, and if a mber of that team hadn’t accidentally escaped to the Fla Beast’s lair, standing at the entrance of the den when he spotted the Fire Flower, we wouldn’t even know that a Fire Flower existed in Mandala Land.”
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