"Sister Xiang, I’m sorry for your injury. I’ll heal you right away!"
The young man spoke and took hold of Qiao Lianxiang’s soft jade hand, which had never been touched by a man before. Her face flushed, yet she had no intention of resisting.
A gentle warmth flowed into Qiao Lianxiang’s body, and she was shocked to find her severely injured internal organs automatically repairing themselves, an extraordinary phenonon.
Her beautiful eyes gazed complexly at the handso young man, involuntarily recalling their encounter three years ago in the extrely cold lands of the Qinling Snow Mountain.
That place was a passageway into the Extraordinary Realm.
At that ti, she wanted to enter the Extraordinary Realm, but faced many dangers.
Then, she t Ye Qingfeng, who was also in danger.
The young man was weak in strength, but his eyes revealed an unyielding determination, which stirred her heart. With her help, he finally erged from the Qinling Snow Mountain, and they spent half a month together before parting ways.
It was then that she realized there were such interesting people in the world who, with a few words, could make her smile.
Before parting, the young man gave her a jade pendant.
"Sister Xiang, once I have mastered my divine skill, I will spare no effort to help you with anything. This is a gift representing my promise to you!"
At that ti, Qiao Lianxiang’s cultivation was already at the Peak War King level. Facing a young man who hadn’t even reached the War King level, she didn’t take his promise too seriously. However, she always felt a peculiar sensation towards the young man and kept the jade pendant close.
Yet, in a desperate situation, it was this once-weak young man who saved her.
Miao Miaomiao watched this sowhat ambiguous scene, filled with astonishnt.
She had never seen her master show any girlish deanor, let alone have her hand held by a man. In twenty years, she had never seen her master interact with any man.
"There must be a story between those two!"
Miao Miaomiao thought to herself.
"Alright, Sister Xiang, you’re fine now!"
Several seconds later, the young man withdrew his hand, and Qiao Lianxiang snapped back from her mories, her face still slightly flushed.
"You don’t need to worry about things here anymore; leave them to !"
The young man spoke gently. After speaking, he stood up and walked step by step toward the center of the martial arts arena.
Fang Li’s eyes were gloomy. He had seen the obvious changes in Qiao Lianxiang before and after Ye Qingfeng appeared.
Qiao Lianxiang had long been regarded by him as his own possession. How could he allow others to touch her? Yet, Ye Qingfeng, though young, could withstand an attack from the Poison King, making Fang Li wary.
He feared Ye Qingfeng was a top talent from the Middle Sect or even the Inner Sect, with a powerful background. If he killed Ye Qingfeng and offended a colossal force or a transcendent sect, even the mighty Demon Punishnt Palace might be wiped out in an instant.
"He really ca!"
Yang Tainan and the other four wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, a touch of hope surged in their hearts. Yet seeing the still formidable array of the other side, their worry rose again.
"The other side still has a War Emperor, and five Peak War Kings. Most terrifyingly, Fang Li has reached the true War Emperor realm. Though Ye Qingfeng can slaughter War Emperors and Peak War Kings, can he fight against such a monstrous genius-level War Emperor?"
His heart was in turmoil, unsure of the outco.
"May I ask which sect’s distinguished student you are?"
Seeing Ye Qingfeng approach, Fang Li clasped his fists, greeting him without any arrogance.
Although he was arrogant, he could see the situation clearly and didn’t want additional complications.
The young man arrived indifferently, not acknowledging Fang Li’s question. He pointed at Fang Li and his group, and his gaze shifted to Bo Yuanzi.
"You called here to deal with this bunch of trash?"
The young man’s words caused a commotion in the crowd.
Qiao Lianxiang’s beautiful eyes widened in shock.
The young man’s shocking words referred to his highly skilled opponents, including the genius War Emperor Fang Li. Yet he spoke as if dismissing them as nothing.
They had thought Fang Li was already outrageously arrogant, but who would have guessed the young man was even a hundred tis more arrogant.
"Is he always this arrogant?"
Only Miao Miaomiao murmured softly.
Bo Yuanzi wore an awkward expression, unsure whether to nod or shake his head. He remained silent for a mont before replying, "War God, please protect our Thunderbolt Lotus twin sects!"
The young man, receiving an answer, smirked, "A bunch of trash like this could actually push your Thunderbolt Sect into such a state? It seems your Thunderbolt Sect is not that impressive!"
Hearing the slightly dismissive words from the young man, all the elder disciples of the Thunderbolt Sect wore looks of anger, realizing he looked down on them.
But the facts before them were that their Thunderbolt Sect had indeed been pushed to the brink of despair. For a mont, no one could refute it, except for Bo Yuanzi, who could only smile bitterly.
"Sir, your words are too arrogant. Our Demon Punishnt Palace is not sothing a boy like you can insult!"
Though he was wary of the young man’s identity before, the young man’s insult equating them to trash had ignited his murderous intent.
He resolved to slay everyone present, even if the young man had co from the inner sect or middle sect. No one would know he died at the hands of the Demon Punishnt Palace. Without evidence, how could there be retribution?
"Poison King, he took your prey. Kill him!"
Fang Li turned to look at the Poison King, speaking coldly.
Yet the Poison King remained motionless, his gaze fixed and his aura weakening.
"Huh?"
Everyone found it strange. The Poison King was always vengeful and ruthless; why wasn’t he making a move now?
"Pffwah!"
In the next mont, a shocking scene unfolded before everyone’s eyes.
The sect master of the Poison Evil Sect, the Poison King, whose cultivation had reached the half-step War Emperor realm, suddenly spouted a column of blood skyward and collapsed, his aura completely dissipated.
"What?"
Countless shocked eyes focused on the Poison King’s body, an inescapable terror climbing in their hearts. Even Fang Li’s face was filled with surprise, as he couldn’t comprehend how the Poison King had died.
Qiao Lianxiang’s beautiful eyes glanced lightly at the young man, her red lips slightly parted.
"Could it... be him?"
Fang Li also ca back to his senses, the look of wariness appearing on his face for the first ti.
"Is it you? Did you kill him?"
He asked in disbelief.
The young man’s lips curled into a playful smile, his voice indifferent and domineering.
"A re half-step War Emperor? How many have died by my hand, Ye Jiujie?"
The young man’s words instantly silenced the crowd.
"How many half-step War Emperors have you killed?"
Many people’s hearts trembled. This young and handso man not only secretly killed the Poison King but also spoke arrogant words, actually looking down on a half War Emperor-skilled expert?
So noted the latter part of the sentence, but more were fixated on the na embedded within it, horror appearing on their faces.
"Ye Jiujie? Are you the Invincible War God, Ye Jiujie?"
Fang Li’s eyes locked, his astounded voice echoing across the mountain peak.
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