Chapter 473: Chapter 154: Flesh Shakes a Profound Weapon, a Limit Break’s Might Revealed; Demon Suppression Crushes Fiery Sun, Vengeance for Every Slight
But the two were filled with doubt. The Seven Stars Gang was just an insignificant, bottom-tier gang in Qing Province. How could they have any connection to Hu Bugui?
Why would a great master of the Acupoint Realm be willing to stand up for two Snake Demons?
Could it be for that Demon Suppression Guard, Chu Fan?
But he was just a Demon Suppression Guard. How could he make someone like Hu Bugui proactively seek his favor?
Despite their myriad frustrations and confusion, the two didn’t dare let any of it show.
Xia Yao suppressed the panic in her heart and said with a trembling voice, "So it is Elder Hu in person. We were blind to have mistakenly offended the Elder’s friends. We hope the Elder can forgive us!"
Zhang Heng quickly chimed in, "It’s all a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding! We’ll leave right now and won’t disturb you any further!"
With that, the two of them bowed repeatedly with clasped hands, their heads lowered, practically fleeing as they backed out of Wangxian Tower.
And just like that, the disturbance was resolved.
Only then did Hu Bugui turn to face the Cyan Snake and the White Snake. "Were you two ladies injured?" he asked.
Xiaoqing was still in shock. Although she didn’t know Hu Bugui’s background, she could clearly sense his terrifying aura, as profound as an abyss and as imposing as a mountain. Her heart tightened, and she didn’t dare speak rashly, quietly shrinking behind the Cyan Snake until only her timid eyes were visible.
The Cyan Snake had met Hu Bugui before with Chu Fan, so she knew of his strength and showed no fear.
She sheathed her long cyan sword, curtsied and cupped her fist, and spoke in a calm but respectful tone, "Thank you for your help, Hu. My sister and I are unharmed."
Hu Bugui waved his hand, then changed the subject with a smile. "Chu must have returned to the Seven Stars Gang by now, yes? In a few days, I would like to pay a visit to your gang. I wonder if that would be convenient?"
The Cyan Snake’s heart stirred. A perfectly timed smile appeared on her face as she nodded. "For Hu to grace us with his presence is more than the Seven Stars Gang could ever ask for. You are welcome anytime!"
Hearing this, Hu Bugui laughed heartily and said in a booming voice, "Excellent! Then I won’t disturb you any longer!"
With that, he turned and strode away. The hem of his black martial attire swayed gently in the wind, and though the great blade on his back remained sheathed, it still emanated a chilling aura.
Once Hu Bugui’s figure had disappeared from the tower, Xiaoqing blinked her sparkling eyes, tugged on the Cyan Snake’s sleeve, and asked in a tone full of confusion, "Sister, is Chu Fan really so formidable now? Even a master of the Acupoint Realm wants to proactively pay him a visit?"
The Cyan Snake merely gave a faint smile at her words and didn’t answer.
’This silly girl,’ she thought. ’Even now, she has no idea what kind of person she’s following!’
’Back then, on that cliff’s edge, Chu Fan killed Mo Daozi and that huge man from the Demon Race with a single blow. It scared Hu Bugui and that woman half to death. I saw that scene with my own two eyes.’
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「Seven Stars Gang Martial Arts Arena.」
The afternoon sun was scorching, heating the bluestone ground of the arena until it was hot to the touch. Stepping on it felt as if heat were seeping up from the cracks between the stones, clinging to the soles of one’s boots.
Chu Fan stood in the center of the arena, his posture as straight and tall as a pine tree. His calm gaze fell upon Mo Yunzi opposite him. His voice was flat as he uttered two words: "Strike me."
"..." Mo Yunzi’s hand tightened on her sword hilt, her eyes filled with disbelief.
In all her years of wandering the martial world, she had seen countless madmen and eccentrics, but she had never heard such a bizarre request.
She was a cultivator at the Fifth Level of the Divine Power Realm. Although the longsword in her hand was not a top-tier Magical Treasure, it was still incomparably sharp. And Chu Fan wanted her to strike him with it?
She composed herself and looked at Chu Fan again. There wasn’t the slightest hint of a joke in his deep eyes—only a quiet seriousness, and even a trace of anticipation.
Mo Yunzi grew even more confused, but she dared not ask any questions.
"What are you waiting for?"
Seeing her hesitation, Chu Fan’s tone became slightly more insistent. "Just draw your sword and strike. My cultivation has improved recently, and I want to see just how tough my body has become."
"..." The corner of Mo Yunzi’s mouth twitched. Only then did she understand Chu Fan’s intention.
Just as she was about to raise her sword, Chu Fan seemed to remember something. He undid his outer robe and casually tossed it onto a nearby stone stool.
Then, he took off the Black Gold Silk Shirt he wore underneath, revealing his upper body.
His skin was the color of bronze, and his muscles were sculpted and fluid, not bulging with brutish strength but radiating a contained, explosive power. With every breath, the rise and fall of his chest muscles had a strange rhythm.
Seeing this, Mo Yunzi’s face flushed, and she hastily averted her gaze. But her fingertips felt hot, and her heart beat half a tick faster than usual.
"Use the Mortal Iron Sword first."
Chu Fan’s voice interrupted her thoughts. "Use the Spirit Soldier later, and the Profound Weapon last."
"Start gradually with the force, too. Use fifty percent of your power first, then slowly increase it."
"Yes, Sir." Mo Yunzi composed herself, suppressed her distracting thoughts, and nodded firmly.
She turned and walked briskly back to her quarters, returning a moment later carrying three swords.
The first was forged from mortal iron, its blade gleaming with the color of ordinary steel;
The second had a faint Spiritual Light flowing across its blade, a Middle-Grade Spiritual Weapon;
The third emanated a piercing chill, its Sword Scabbard engraved with fine runes—it was Mo Daozi’s Lower-Grade Profound Weapon.
Chu Fan took a deep breath. With a single thought, the Protective Primordial Qi enveloping his body dissipated like a receding tide, leaving only his bare flesh exposed to the Fiery Sun.
"..." Seeing this, Mo Yunzi was stunned once more.
During the battle at the cliff, she had already witnessed the formidability of Chu Fan’s physical body, able to clash with a Profound Weapon bare-handed.
But back then, Chu Fan had been augmented by his Protective Primordial Qi.
Now, he had even dismissed his Protective Primordial Qi. Could he have that much confidence in his physical body alone?
She truly couldn’t understand. Chu Fan had been cultivating for half a year at most, so how had he tempered his body to such a terrifying degree?
"Sir, be careful!"
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