The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl

Chapter 1341: Chapter 1335

But Mu Feng pounced once more, only to grasp nothing but air again.

"Fifth Brother, don’t tell me you exhausted yourself last night at Cuihong Building and now you don’t even have the strength to catch a waste."

The young men nearby whistled, mocking Mu Feng.

"A bunch of youngsters, why not come up here and help?"

Mu Feng felt puzzled; every time he seemed to catch up to Murong Ziyue, she would disappear in the next moment.

Her movement seemed to have grown stronger than before.

After Murong Ziyue was chosen to go to Purple Cloud City, the elders in the family forbade Mu Feng and others from causing trouble, and he restrained himself, allowing the good prey to slip through his fingers.

But this time, upon hearing Murong Ziyue was crippled and that the elders at home intended to send her and her mother away,

Mu Feng had long harbored sinister thoughts.

Since she was to be wed anyway, why not have some fun himself before she got married?

Murong Ziyue looked at the men surrounding her, a cold smile on her face.

Around her, True Qi emanated outward.

With a wave of her slender palm, a snapping sound was heard, and a man nearby was smacked before even getting close, his face stinging with pain.

"What?"

Mu Feng was startled as another gust of force rushed towards him.

A Qi Whip, soft yet resilient, lashed towards his face.

Knowing something was amiss, Mu Feng hurriedly dodged, but the Qi Whip seemed to have eyes, following him closely.

Snap, Mu Feng retreated awkwardly, looking back at the ground where stones shattered and the once sturdy earth was fractured by a direct hit.

"Snake Shadow Whip? How do you know... weren’t you supposed to have your Martial Meridian crippled?"

Mu Feng was shocked.

He recognized Murong Ziyue’s kung fu as the signature technique of her father, Mu Nanchen, the Snake Shadow Whip.

This Whip Technique, formed by condensing True Qi, was a blend of yin softness and fierce strength, transforming True Qi into a whip that was extremely tricky to deal with, a top-grade Xuan-grade skill.

After Mu Nanchen’s death in Fengdong, few managed to master his kung fu, but unexpectedly, Murong Ziyue learned it with such astonishing power.

Mu Feng wished to say more, but Murong Ziyue gave him no chance to speak further.

Crack, crack, crack—

A few young men and women were driven back by the Snake Shadow Whip, none daring to approach.

Even Mu Feng was pushed back, unable to launch a close attack on Murong Ziyue.

"Damn it, Murong Ziyue, I advise you to drink the toast instead of the forfeit, or don’t blame me for not remembering old ties."

Mu Feng said furiously, seeing Murong Ziyue’s delicate skin and flesh, he was reluctant to hurt her as it would ruin his fun.

"Fifth Brother, why bother talking to her? This little b*tch is crazy, I almost got my face ruined by her."

A girl who came with Mu Feng angrily said.

She already had several marks from Murong Ziyue’s strikes, blood-stained, her clothes in tatters, nearly unable to cover her body.

Shuixian and Qingyun, also moaning beside her, urged Mu Feng to take harsh action against Murong Ziyue.

"Murong Ziyue, if you don’t surrender, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

Mu Feng wanted a taste of her beauty, but hadn’t even touched a strand of her hair, naturally infuriating him.

He gritted his teeth in anger.

"Mu Feng, your past bullying, I remember it all."

Murong Ziyue’s eyes flashed with rage, past humiliations replaying like reflections in her mind, her Whip Technique becoming more fierce, with no hint of retreat.