After seeing the curious onlookers hastily depart, Chen Fei stopped dwelling on other matters. However, a sharp, ruthless gleam flashed across his eyes. With a flare of Sanyang True Fire, his body flickered, and in re seconds, he reappeared before the collapsed and powerless Bread.
Terrified by Chen Fei's sudden approach, the latter felt his heart thump as if it would burst from his chest. His face was ghostly pale, his hands and feet were icy, and he shivered as he stamred, "You, you stay back! Don't co any closer!"
"Weren't you acting so tough and mighty just a mont ago? How did you end up like this? Enough. I don't have the ti or patience for your nonsense. Hand over the Jade Compass, chop off those disgusting wings yourself, and we'll consider this matter closed," Chen Fei said coldly.
Clearly, he hadn't forgotten that the Jade Compass was still on this guy. How could he possibly let it go?
"Chop... chop off my wings?" Hearing this, Bread's pupils dilated in panic and disbelief. For the Blood Clan, the wings on their back were their most crucial and important feature, second only to their heart. Chopping them off was far more severe than severing his own hands!
How could this be acceptable?
"Your Excellency, in Huaxia, there is an ancient saying: 'Be rciful where you can afford to be.' I'm not entirely sure if I've gotten that right. However, with Bread's strength, he won't pose any threat to you in the future, so..." Prince Jamate could not help but frown as he witnessed the scene. It wasn't that he pitied Bread or had a close bond with him. Rather, he was deeply uncomfortable with Chen Fei ordering a Duke of the Ashford Family to mutilate himself right before his very eyes.
"Ancient sayings? Then do you know our other Huaxia sayings? 'Releasing a tiger back to the mountain invites endless trouble,' or 'When you cut grass, you must remove the roots.' Speaking of which, since I've already killed Nemosin, I have a blood feud with your Ashford Family. Does that an, since you're both here now, we might as well... settle everything at once?" Chen Fei turned his head, a sinister smirk twisting his lips.
Does this Old Bat really think he's sobody?
"What... what did you say!?" Prince Jamate grew enraged, his face turning a mottled purple. He had only said a few words... Was he not even allowed to speak?!
"I trust your broken ears heard what I said very clearly. I advise you to keep your mouth shut; otherwise, a battle between us today will be unavoidable," Chen Fei said icily, a palpable and chilling ferocity radiating from him.
He was completely serious, not joking in the slightest.
"Urgh..." Lying prostrate and closest to Chen Fei, Bread bore the brunt of the pressure. He felt a suffocating force wash over him, and he began to vomit.
"Pathetic!" Prince Jamate's expression turned even uglier, as black as the bottom of a pot. A Blood Clan Duke, terrified to the point of vomiting from re intimidation? What an embarrassnt! He was shaming the Ashford Family! An utter waste!
"Young man, you're being too presumptuous!"
But at that mont, an indifferent voice perated the air. Old Howard, who had been silent until now, stepped in front of Prince Jamate. As he advanced, a series of low thuds, BOOM... BOOM... BOOM... resonated with each step, and each footfall seed to stamp a terrifying wave of bloody energy into the ground. Both his presence and the scene were shockingly intense.
"Whether I'm being presumptuous or not isn't for you to decide with re words. If you're here to watch, then watch from start to finish. Otherwise, can you bear the consequences should trouble find you?" Chen Fei's response was far fiercer than Howard had anticipated. He casually summoned the Mystic Stone Mirror again, clasping it in his hand as he turned his cold gaze upon Old Howard.
He could sense it. As a Blood Clan Prince, Old Howard was indeed stronger than the other two, almost at the peak of the Blood Clan Prince realm. But so what? Even before the Mystic Stone Mirror had evolved into a Mid-Grade Magical Artifact, he had no fear of an opponent at that level, let alone now. A Low-Grade Magical Artifact and a Mid-Grade Magical Artifact were two completely different concepts. The boost to his current strength was far more than simple addition...
"Hmph!"
Just then, a battle axe appeared out of nowhere in Old Howard's hand. It was cruelly broken and had a typical Western design, yet it emanated an ominous, lethal aura. The mont the terrifying axe appeared, it was as if a giant roared from the void, a bellow so powerful that everyone present felt their eardrums were about to burst.
"Hiss! That is the Battle Axe of the Hill Giant!" Upon seeing the axe, Old Brad and the others nearby felt their pupils shrink, their faces etched with horror.
The Battle Axe of the Hill Giant was one of the Ten Great Divine Artifacts that had left behind an illustrious legend and a record of unparalleled combat achievents in the history of the Western Dark World. At least a double-digit number of SSS-Level Powerhouses had fallen under the blade of such a Divine Artifact. Its terrifying power was beyond doubt, which explained their imnse shock.
In the Western Dark World, the so-called Holy Artifacts were divided by strength. Weaker ones, like the Worm's Secret Ring that Vivian had previously used, were at most effective at the Realm of the Grand Duke or against those below an S-Level Powerhouse. Beyond that, they weren't very useful.
However, an artifact like the Battle Axe of the Hill Giant, which Old Howard now held, could threaten and even kill SSS-Level Powerhouses. This naturally placed it among the most powerful, top-tier Holy Artifacts in the West. Only this top tier of Holy Artifacts was qualified to be called Divine Artifacts, and there were only ten of them in existence, a testant to their rarity and power.
A Mid-Grade Magical Artifact? No, this seems even more powerful than my Mystic Stone Mirror... It seems I shouldn't underestimate these Dark World overlords who dominate the Earth. Apparently, both East and West have their own heritage and aces up their sleeves!
"I know you were able to kill Doya because of that mirror in your hand, but we in the Ashford Family also have sothing similar. If I were to use this Battle Axe of the Hill Giant against Doya, I could kill her, too. Do you believe ?" After revealing the legendary weapon, Old Howard finally spoke again, his voice cold. He hadn't wanted to reveal such a weapon, but Chen Fei was simply too arrogant. After all, this was the Ashford Family's own territory! Did this Easterner really think they had no way to deal with him?
"Heh heh."
At that mont, Chen Fei suddenly laughed. With a rapid circulation of Spiritual Energy, he transford the Mystic Stone Mirror into two black spheres the size of grinding stones. They were shrouded in grim black flas that writhed nacingly like eerie serpents, creating a terrifying scene. Old Howard's pupils constricted, and an icy chill flashed in his eyes as he asked, "You want to fight?"
"You're the one pushing , aren't you? Did you really think that by casually taking out so broken axe, I would compromise? You're underestimating , Chen Fei," he said, opening his mouth and slowly licking his lips. Then, he roared in a low voice, "Kill!"
BOOM!
RUMBLE!
The instant his word fell, the black spheres moved. They carried an incredibly heavy pressure, collapsing the ground from a distance by a foot and a half and creating a series of dark, chilling pits. It was as if this oppressive force was also filled with a strange, high temperature that evaporated the air and corroded the stone. The pressure alone caused beads of sweat to roll down the foreheads of Prince Jamate and Old Howard, soaking the collars and shoulders of their clothes.
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