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Translator: Tamon
Translation Checker: Silavin
*Boom~*
The explosive spiritual power from the three demons as they went all out signaled the beginning of Li Feihong turning into a punching bag.
Now that the demons had 8th grade talent as well, their power was far more refined. Every punch and strike had Li Feihong cry in misery and pain, but more from astonishment at finding out Ling Bao’er had such strong demon kings behind her.
He would’ve stayed clear if he knew.
A battle at the Nascent Soul Stage was devastating, with spiritual power surging all over the place and erasing everything, the ground quaking, the stones crumbling, even the mountains were close to collapsing.
Odd how all that power became a cool breeze as it reached the immortal temple.
Ling Bao’er watched her hunter getting the beating of his life, and she threw her little fists out.
“Rotten geezer, that’s what you get for picking on me!”
Li Feihon’s wounds mounted with every attack from the demons. Their assault was like a relentless storm, giving him no chance to retaliate. He could only take out defensive items, just to be broken moments later from the attacks.
He cried once more in pain as one punch from Touba Ye flattened him. It contained so much power that he was now laying in a deep hole. Li Feihong couldn’t even twitch, wounded all over and weakened as despair started to set in on his ugly features.
[How did it come to this?]
The bashing resumed.
Ling Bao’er was gratified, “Humph, how do you like hounding me down now, rotten geezer?”
“Bring him over.” Chen Changan said.
Touba Ye lifted Li Feihong over.
Hong Yi held the Sacred Immortal Sword and gave it to Ling Bao’er.
“Thanks, Sister Hong Yi.”
Hong Yi smiled, “It’s part of our job. For this fool to harm you, it’s our duty to set him straight in Young Master’s stead.”
Li Feihong looked like a sack of potatoes in Touba Ye’s hand. The demon kings were so strong almost all bones in his body snapped as he bled out from every wound.
While Li Feihong’s energy was weak, his life was hardly threatened, for he was in the Nascent Soul Stage. A mere beating wouldn’t be enough to kill him.
“Young Master, what do we do with this guy?” Touba Ye asked.
Li Feihong’s heart seized with dread, his eyes unable to open fully from the savage beating he took.
He looked at Chen Changan through the haze, still unable to feel his cultivation. It was a clear sign he was a mere human, but would Li Feihong believe that? No human would have three demon kings listening to his every word for nothing!
[Is he some legacy disciple of some ancient power? It doesn’t look like it.]
This was not the time for random thoughts since his life was on the line.
[It’s impossible to escape the demon kings, but they can’t kill me instantly either. I’m pushed into a corner and if I detonate my nascent soul, I can drag them into the blast. But that’s a last resort. My chance lies with this kid.]
Chen Changan gave the old guy a cold look. “Old coot, you tried to kill my disciple. What should I do with you?”
Li Feihong spoke weakly, “Friend, I didn’t know she was your disciple, or I would never have harmed her. Please let me go….”
Li Feihong exploded with outstanding power as he spoke, escaping Touba Ye’s grip.
Touba Ye winced. “You’d dare?”
Hong Yi and She Zini were slow to react. [Crafty codger!]
Li Feihon took out a sharp blade, holding the glinting edge at Chen Changan’s neck.
His face turned savage, “Nobody move, or his blood will paint the ground!”
His life would be safe, as long as the demons didn’t try anything. [Since you’re deferring to this kid, you better behave now that I have him hostage!]
Li Feihong swelled with pride at his genius plan.
Then came the worry, from seeing the demons show no panic from Chen Changan’s life being threatened. Even Ling Bao’er gave him a sorry look.
“Quite the brave one you are, rotten geezer, threatening Master.”
Touba Ye fell to his knees, “Young Master, I deserve death for letting him escape my control!”
Li Feihong was stumped. [Is this guy serious? Apologizing when I have a hostage? Shouldn’t he be pleading for his life?]
“Stop playing around! Hand over Sacred Immortal Sword, and I’ll leave without hurting him. Refuse and his head will roll!” Li Feihong threatened again.
“Old man, I wonder where did you get that courage from.” Chen Changan looked back.
“You’re not scared of death?” Li Feihong gave him a dumb look. [I have his life in my hands yet he’s not scared at all.]
“Of course I am, but you’re nowhere near taking my life.” Chen Changan reached out with his right and snapped the blade in two.
Li Feihong’s eyes bugged out. [I-impossible!]
This blade was his vital magic treasure, tough enough to resist even against a peak Nascent Soul’s strength. How could Chen Changan snap it like a twig?
Li Feihong shuddered from shock and rage, “You ruined my vital magic treasure! Die!”
He aimed his fingers at Chen Changan’s head to wring his neck.
Chen Changan merely slapped, with a force enough to break the world. Li Feihong had no time to wail, and turned into a bloody mist on the spot.
Ling Bao’er and the demons were dumbstruck. [Just how powerful was that palm to reduce a tought Nascent Soul to nothing?]
The bloody mist scattered as a deathly stillness descended on the immortal temple.
Chen Changan brushed his arms, feeling down. He wanted to toy with Li Feihong for longer. [But he didn’t even last a slap. How pathetic.]
<You killed a 4th layer Nascent Soul cultivator, earning 1,200 domain points.>
Chen Changan perked up at the system’s notice. When he killed the three Golden Core elders from Evil Dragon Den, he got 1,500. Now he killed Li Feihong and got 1,200 domain points. [Won’t killing the three demons net me close to four thousand?]
Chen Changan glanced at them. The demons shivered under his gaze, their blood running cold.
