Chapter 859: Disciple Feng Xiu greets the honored master! [Additional chapter]
Only Cheng Yuan recognized the old man. He cried out, “Master!”
His master was still alive!
They had hope!
Feng Xiu seed to see his disciple for the first ti, slightly surprised: “Ah Yuan, you’re here too.”
Cheng Yuan: “…”
Why did it sound like he was just a tagalong?
“Xie Huanran.” Feng Xiu’s expression was indifferent, “Is the Ancient Martial World ruled by your Xie family? Such arrogance.”
Xie Huanran struggled to get up, only to hear those words.
He looked at the old man in the bamboo hat, aghast: “Feng Xiu?!”
Isn’t Feng Xiu supposed to be dead?
How could he appear at this mont?
Actually, Feng Xiu had been on edge the whole ti, and only now did he breathe a sigh of relief, feeling his palms sweat.
The summit of the Snow Mountain where he had been in deep sleep was a full eight hundred kiloters away from here.
Despite pushing his speed to the limit, it took him several hours to reach the destination.
Fearing that if he were even a step late, irreparable consequences would ensue.
Luckily, no one had died yet.
Feng Xiu glanced at Xie Huanran indifferently: “You’d better not move.”
He raised his hand and struck with internal energy from a distance.
“Bang!”
Xie Huanran had no ti to react before all his acupoints were sealed, pinning him in place.
Feng Xiu turned around and walked forward.
Both Lin Wuliang and Yue Qinghe felt a chill on their scalps and did not dare to move.
The others present dared not even breathe loudly.
Feng Xiu stood in front of Fu Yunshen, raised his hand, and infused a surge of pure Inner Strength into his body.
Fu Yunshen felt a lightness in his body.
This Inner Strength was smooth and powerful, nding his injuries.
At the sa ti, the burst of power he had previously vanished.
Fu Yunshen moved his fingers, pressing his head to suppress the fragnted images in his mind: “Yaoyao!”
Feng Xiu squatted beside Yue Fuyi and began to heal Ying Zijin.
Looking at the girl’s bloodless face, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and for the first ti, his eyes showed a shade of gloom.
Xie Huanran, what wickedness!
Such cruelty!
Feng Xiu could naturally tell that Ying Zijin’s bone age wasn’t even twenty, yet her Ancient Martial Cultivation had reached a terrifying one hundred and fifty years.
A four-hundred-year-old immortal bully a little girl.
Truly despicable!
Only when Ying Zijin’s breathing stabilized did Feng Xiu stand up again and walk towards Xie Huanran step by step.
His eyes revealed undisguised killing intent.
For the first ti, Xie Huanran felt extre danger. Just as he was about to speak, a slap landed on his face.
This slap made him spit out pieces of his liver.
Xie Huanran was shocked and terrified.
How could he, also a Peak Ancient Martial Artist, be so much weaker than Feng Xiu?!
Feng Xiu said indifferently, “The number one in the Ancient Martial World?”
“Slap!”
Another slap.
“Unify the Ancient Martial World?”
“Slap!”
The third slap.
“Annihilate the Ancient Martial World?”
“Are you worthy?”
“Slap slap slap——”
The sound of slaps continued.
Feng Xiu didn’t use any other Ancient Martial moves, just kept slapping.
Xie Huanran felt an unprecedented humiliation, he was furious: “Feng Xiu, if you have the guts, kill honorably. What is this?!”
He was, after all, a Peak Ancient Martial Artist. How could he be humiliated like this?!
Feng Xiu snorted lightly, holding his fishing rod and throwing Xie Huanran into the air.
The crowd watched as Feng Xiu used that fishing rod to repeatedly lash Xie Huanran.
With each lash, Xie Huanran let out a scream, and his wounds were so deep that bones were visible.
Within minutes, his entire body was covered in injuries.
Skin and flesh tore apart, blood dripping.
Lin Wuliang and Yue Qinghe exchanged glances and gasped.
Both of them were three hundred years old and knew their lifespan was nearing its end.
Unless they could break through to beco Peak Ancient Martial Artists, their lifespan would extend to five hundred years.
But now they realized, even as Peak Ancient Martial Artists, the gap was significant.
Even if Xie Huanran had advanced to Peak Ancient Martial Artist, he could kill them like ants.
Yet in front of Feng Xiu, he had no power to resist.
Using just a fishing rod, Feng Xiu beat Xie Huanran until he fainted.
“Swoosh——”
He threw Xie Huanran to Cheng Yuan, coldly saying, “Lock him in the Water Prison, watch him closely.”
Cheng Yuan hurriedly took him: “Yes, Master.”
Feng Xiu turned his head, looking at Lin Wuliang and Yue Qinghe, and spoke lightly: “You two, still alive.”
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