Chapter 1421: Chapter 1312: Spare His Life
Lan Ji’s red lips parted in shock. She simply couldn’t believe it; she couldn’t have imagined that Ye Qingfeng was actually this powerful.
He stood in the arena, calm as a breeze and drifting clouds. With just one Flying Sword strike, he wounded Fu Xiao.
This was way too terrifying!
At the very beginning, she had thought Ye Qingfeng was just a spoiled rich brat, maybe even a pervert like her cousin Kong Rong.
Later, she realized Ye Qingfeng really was a bit different, that he might be a Martial Artist.
"Just a Martial Artist from the mundane world. In my eyes, he’s nothing." Pang Chenxi’s words were still echoing in Lan Ji’s ears.
She never would’ve thought that Ye Qingfeng was actually on the same level as Senior Brother Pang Chenxi, a true master. Turned out it was Pang Chenxi who was nothing in Ye Qingfeng’s eyes.
At this moment, Ye Qingfeng’s Flying Sword suddenly soared into the sky, piercing straight into the clouds. Then, midair, it suddenly turned around and burst into dazzling light.
White radiance flickered on the Flying Sword, lighting up the entire Kong Family estate. A golden Illusion emerged, and that slender Flying Sword instantly transformed into a giant sword hanging in the air.
Everyone was already staring blankly. This was too shocking. How could this be some mere Martial Artist? This was practically like a god descending.
Fu Xiao’s gaze was incomparably solemn as well. The power of this One Sword was too overwhelming; he had never seen anything like it. It pressed down on his heart like a mountain; this kind of pressure, he had only ever felt from his master.
All the Spiritual Power in his body surged. He didn’t dare show the slightest negligence. Wave after wave of dense Spiritual Power gathered in his palms.
"Slash!"
Finally, as Ye Qingfeng’s word fell, the gigantic Flying Sword Illusion plummeted from the sky.
"Rise!"
Fu Xiao also roared. He raised both hands, and his surging, boiling Spiritual Power blasted out, forming a massive barrier to meet Ye Qingfeng’s Flying Sword head-on.
"Boom!"
The light and shadow crashed down. The instant it touched the barrier, it was like a massive bomb detonating, exploding with a thunderous roar. A towering shockwave surged in all directions, snapping the surrounding trees clean in half.
"Pff!"
Fu Xiao spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back a few steps. At this moment, Ye Qingfeng’s Flying Sword also lost momentum and came to a stop.
"I stopped it, I stopped it!" Fu Xiao shouted excitedly.
"Too bad, you’re still going to die."
A chilly voice sounded by Fu Xiao’s ear. He had no idea when Ye Qingfeng had already appeared right in front of him.
He didn’t even have time to feel happy before the expression on his face twisted into terror, then shifted into shock, pain, and disbelief.
He lowered his head and saw that Ye Qingfeng had already pressed a finger to his heart. Spiritual Power burst from Ye Qingfeng’s fingertip, drilling into Fu Xiao’s body and grinding his heart to pulp.
"You’re a Martial Artist from the mundane world, how is this possible?" Fu Xiao cried out weakly.
Right after that, a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips, the light faded from his eyes, and his body fell straight back with a thud.
Fu Xiao, dead!
Even in death he couldn’t believe it. He, a dignified genius of the Ancient Martial World, had actually died at the hands of a mundane youth.
"Hiss—"
Everyone present sucked in a harsh breath, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Shock—every last person’s heart was filled with overwhelming shock; their very souls were shaken.
Their eyes trembled faintly.
"Senior Brother?"
Pang Chenxi, with all four limbs severed, lay on the ground screaming in agony.
He couldn’t believe it. This young man had actually slain his senior brother. They were geniuses of the Ancient Martial World, and his senior brother was even a powerhouse in the War King Realm.
With that level of strength, in the mundane world, forget some random youth— even those old monsters wouldn’t be a match.
"How can this be, this is absolutely impossible!" Pang Chenxi shouted in disbelief.
His pride, his confidence, his sense of superiority were all shattered into dust; he couldn’t accept it at all.
"Go lie on the ground and keep your senior brother company."
Flying Sword in hand, Ye Qingfeng walked toward Pang Chenxi with icy eyes.
"Ye Qingfeng, I’m begging you, let Pang Chenxi go." At this moment, Lan Ji finally stepped forward. Her delicate face was trembling, and her bright eyes were red, brimming with tears.
"Pang Chenxi is a good person. Please spare his life."
Lan Ji bit her lips hard. She didn’t know if she could move this Demon, but she had no choice.
Pang Chenxi had shown her kindness, and he had treated her well.
Pang Chenxi had taught her martial arts for Cultivation, planned to take her to the Ancient Martial World. When she was about to give herself to Ye Qingfeng, Pang Chenxi had spoken up to stop it without fearing the danger.
Although Pang Chenxi wasn’t as strong as she had imagined, Lan Ji worshiped the strong. By comparison, Ye Qingfeng was far more powerful, like a Heavenly God, defeating a genius of the Ancient Martial World who was considered invincible in everyone’s eyes.
But Pang Chenxi had done too much for her. A man like that truly moved her to the core.
Such kindness was something she had to repay.
Even if it meant possibly dying in Ye Qingfeng’s hands, Lan Ji still had to step forward and beg for Pang Chenxi’s life.
"Spare me, yes, I’m begging you, spare me. For Lan Ji’s sake, let me go." Pang Chenxi shouted hastily as well.
"For Lan Ji’s sake?"
Ye Qingfeng walked up to Pang Chenxi and looked down at him from above.
Seeing Ye Qingfeng stop, Pang Chenxi got excited and quickly shouted, "Yes, I’m Lan Ji’s benefactor. I’ve helped her a lot. Just let me go."
"Sorry, her ’sake’ isn’t worth that much."
Ye Qingfeng’s voice was icy. His hand moved, and in an instant, a bloody line appeared across Pang Chenxi’s neck, like a red thread tied around it.
The red thread gradually widened.
Finally, blood spurted from Pang Chenxi’s neck. A few drops splashed onto Ye Qingfeng’s spotless white shirt.
"Pang Chenxi!"
Lan Ji cried out in anguish, heart torn to pieces.
Her benefactor, the man who had given her a Cultivation Method, had just been killed by Ye Qingfeng in an instant.
Lan Ji couldn’t hold it in anymore; she collapsed to her knees on the ground and broke down, sobbing in pain.
In the end, she still hadn’t managed to save Pang Chenxi, letting him die at the hands of this Demon Ye Qingfeng.
"Ye Qingfeng, you Demon!"
Lan Ji suddenly raised her head. Tears still shimmered in her eyes, but her pretty face had gone cold as ice. A surge of hatred shot out from her gaze, locking straight onto Ye Qingfeng.
"Why? Why did you have to kill Pang Chenxi? He was a good person!"
Lan Ji’s voice was hoarse as she shouted her question.
"A good person?" A mocking look appeared on Ye Qingfeng’s face as he stared at Lan Ji without the slightest softness. "You’re just too much of an idiot, that’s all."
"Yes, I’m an idiot. I’m just a stupid woman. But at least I know what’s right and what’s wrong, what’s black and what’s white. At the very least, I have a heart that yearns for justice!"
"Kong Rong is my own cousin, but I still wanted to have him arrested, to bring him to justice. You killed Kong Rong’s whole family, but after I learned of all the evil things he’d done, I still wanted to let you go, just because I know what justice is!"
