Mo Feng ignored her. He rose to his feet and slowly walked over to the two junior sisters.
He reached out, wanting to stroke Xue Xi's face.
Xue Xi instinctively took a step back, avoiding him.
Mo Feng's hand stopped in midair. The gentleness vanished from his face, replaced by a cold, mocking amusement.
"I am not your senior brother."
"I am not even human."
"Since I was young, I was chosen by the 'King,' implanted into a Human Race shell, and sent to lurk within Heavenly Snow Mountain. All for the day I could obtain the complete cultivation formula of the Ice Soul Divine Art."
"Now, my mission is complete."
He spread his hands and looked at the two junior sisters, frozen with terror, a curl rising at the corner of his lips.
"Xue Xi, Tu Rong, you are both highly gifted, with extraordinary bones. Come with me and meet the 'King.' You will gain lifespans and power far beyond those of the Human Race. You will no longer need to be trapped in this tiny world of mortal martial arts."
"In your dreams!" Tu Rong shouted sharply. She finally snapped out of her shock and drew the longsword from her back.
Its tip pointed straight at Mo Feng's throat.
"You beast wearing human skin! Was Senior Sister Sun killed by you too?!"
At the mention of "Senior Sister Sun," the smile on Mo Feng's face deepened.
"Oh, you mean Sun Qing."
"She truly was a woman of deep devotion. After discovering my secret, not only did she refuse to expose me, she even tried to persuade me to turn back from the brink."
He clicked his tongue twice and shook his head.
"How adorably naive. Her flesh and blood were among the most delicious foods I have ever eaten."
"You!"
Tu Rong could no longer hold herself back. True Qi flooded into her sword as she thrust it out, raising a shrill howl through the air.
This was a killing move from the Heavenly Snow Mountain sword arts—fast, precise, and ruthless.
Yet Mo Feng merely extended two fingers.
His index and middle fingers.
A crisp crack rang out.
Tu Rong felt an irresistible force surge from the sword tip. Pain ripped through the web of her hand, and her longsword flew from her grasp, clanging onto the floor.
She staggered back several steps before Xue Xi caught her from behind, preventing her from falling.
A full-force strike from the True Meridian Realm had been broken by two fingers.
The gap was so vast that it drove one to despair.
In that deathly, hopeless silence, a soft chuckle sounded.
"Heh."
Everyone, including Mo Feng and the fat shopkeeper, turned toward the source of the sound.
It was the young man from the Demon Suppression Division who had been sitting in the corner, drinking tea by himself all along.
Shen Che.
Xue Xi and Tu Rong's hearts sank completely to the bottom.
It was over.
This man from the Demon Suppression Division was in league with these demons too.
They were destined to die here today.
"What are you laughing at?" Mo Feng's expression darkened slightly.
He disliked this feeling of being unable to control the situation.
"Nothing." Shen Che set down his teacup. "I was merely thinking that one mission actually managed to hook so many big fish. One thousand Contribution Points are practically in my hand. It made me a little happy."
Contribution Points?
Both Tu Rong and Xue Xi were stunned.
What was going on?
"As expected, the people of the Demon Suppression Division are all lunatics who want money but not their lives." The fat shopkeeper gave a savage grin.
"Kid, those three blind Demon Queller Envoys from before were killed by us. Their flesh has already been divided up and eaten."
"Is that so?" Shen Che nodded. "Then I can rest easy."
Good. The targets had been confirmed.
Mo Feng studied Shen Che. This young man gave him a strange feeling—he was far too calm.
But he quickly cast aside that trace of doubt.
The other party was too young. At most, he was a newly promoted official Demon Queller Envoy who had opened one or two True Meridians.
There was nothing to fear.
"Deal with him." Mo Feng ordered the fat shopkeeper. "Be quick with your hands. Do not delay the tribute to the 'King.'"
"Got it!"
The fat shopkeeper answered, and the three attendants beside him rose to their feet at the same time.
The next moment.
Riiip!
A piercing sound of flesh being torn apart rang out.
The bodies of the fat shopkeeper and the three attendants swelled abruptly like inflated leather balls.
The human skin covering them split apart, revealing savage bodies beneath—blue-black flesh covered in scales and bone spurs.
Vast demon power swept through the entire hall like a rising tide.
The tables, chairs, and benches groaned under the impact of that demon power, as though unable to bear the strain.
One had a single horn growing from its head, one was covered in sharp spikes, and one had arms mutated into two enormous bone blades.
As for the fat shopkeeper, he transformed into a bloated monster over three meters tall, with four arms.
Four demons of the True Meridian Realm.
And Mo Feng, whose strength was unfathomable.
Not a trace of color remained on Xue Xi and Tu Rong's faces.
This was a dead end from which there was no escape.
"Kid, dying at the hands of the four of us is your honor!"
The demon covered in sharp spikes seemed extremely dissatisfied with Mo Feng's dismissive attitude. It wanted to show off before the newcomer.
It roared, dropped to all fours, and charged at Shen Che like a rampaging beast, carrying a stench of blood on the wind.
Driven by demon power, the spikes across its body stood erect one after another, glimmering with a ghostly blue chill.
"Watch out!" Xue Xi cried out instinctively.
Judging by the fluctuations of its demon power alone, that demon had opened at least four True Meridians. It was stronger than her and Tu Rong combined.
Shen Che remained seated, utterly still.
He merely picked up the cup of coarse tea on the table, which had long since gone cold.
At the instant the spiked demon was about to pounce on him.
He flicked his wrist.
Splash.
An entire cup of tea was flung out with a peculiar technique.
Empowered by the overwhelmingly mighty Dragon Elephant True Qi, the scattering tea was no longer liquid.
It became terrifying hidden weapons, each droplet harder than steel and faster than bullets.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
A rapid series of dense, teeth-grating sounds of flesh being pierced rang out.
The massive body of the ferocious spiked demon suddenly froze in midair.
Its hard bone spurs and scales were as fragile as paper before that cup of tea.
Dozens of bloody holes, piercing clean through from front to back, exploded across its body.
Green demon blood sprayed everywhere.
Its huge body slammed heavily onto the floor. It twitched twice, then made no further sound.
The remaining three demons that had revealed their true forms froze where they stood.
The four arms of the three-meter-tall bloated monster trembled slightly, while the horror in its four eyes nearly overflowed.
Shen Che raised his hand and picked up the coarse porcelain teacup he had emptied.
He spun the teacup on his fingertip, as though admiring a work of art.
"Attack together! Tear him apart!"
The demon with arms mutated into bone blades recovered from its fear and let out a sharp screech, trying to use its voice to drive away the chill in its heart.
It exchanged a glance with the other two demons, gathering all its demon power as they prepared to surround him.
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