Whoever Steals My Woman, I'll Fight Him to the Death

"I've made up my mind. I won't change it, Senior Brother. Do as you please." Princess Mingyue spoke indifferently, turning her head away without looking at him again.

Humiliation! This was a humiliation Fentian had never felt since the day he was born.

As a disciple of Tongtian Mountain, one of the Five Great Holy Lands, Fentian possessed an innate sense of superiority. But now, that superiority had become the most fatal thorn in his heart, and for a moment, he couldn't recover from the humiliation.

"Gana lei, suofei gulala..." Fentian's eyes reddened as he suddenly began chanting an urgent spell. A ball of purple lightning shot from the tip of his staff toward Qi Bei.

Intermediate Lightning Magic: Purple Lightning Break had actually been released by Fentian in merely the time it took to draw a breath.

It had to be known that lightning magic was renowned for its powerful, terrifying offensive strength, but it had one flaw: its preparation time was relatively long.

For an intermediate spell like Purple Lightning Break, an ordinary lightning mage needed at least three or four breaths, and the lightning would only be the size of a fist. Yet the Purple Lightning Break Fentian cast was as large as a human head.

Qi Bei's gaze instantly turned cold. The ferocity he had restrained deep in his bones burst out completely.

His figure instantly transformed into a fading afterimage, dodging the ball of purple lightning. The Black Sword in his hand trembled, carrying a streak of golden radiance that shot straight toward Fentian's throat.

"Lightning Shield." Fentian waved his staff, and a shield flickering with lightning instantly rose around his body.

The moment Qi Bei's golden Battle Qi touched it, it was repelled.

Once a mage became an Advanced Mage, he could no longer be treated like helpless meat in close combat. An Advanced Mage could cast a protective magical shield around his body, and its effects could rival the Battle Qi Armor that only a King Grade Warrior could condense. If a warrior of the same level attacked, he wouldn't be able to break through the protective magical shield in a short time. Thus, ordinary King Grade Warriors would not easily offend an Advanced Mage.

"Mad Dragon Slash!" Qi Bei's gaze grew even colder as he suddenly shouted. The six vortices of energy in his middle Dantian began spinning madly. At the same time, the internal force in his lower Dantian surged into his middle Dantian and fused with his Battle Qi energy.

The black longsword vibrated at an extremely subtle frequency, transforming into successive roars of Dragon's Roar. Three feet of golden radiance flashed violently from the blade, taking the shape of a dragon's tail as it slashed toward Fentian.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Fentian's mouth. The core Battle Qi of a middle-grade warrior—how could it possibly harm him, even if that warrior were a King Grade Warrior?

He didn't dodge at all. With a wave of his staff, he condensed a web of lightning and cast it down over Qi Bei's head.

With a faint pfft, the expression on Fentian's face suddenly froze, and horror flickered in his eyes.

The tip of Qi Bei's Black Sword had pierced through the Lightning Shield and was slowly but inexorably stabbing toward his throat.

At that very moment, the lightning Fentian had cast enveloped Qi Bei.

A burst of blazing electrical explosions crackled. Wisps of blue smoke rose from Qi Bei's body.

"Huai'an Nord!" With a furious roar, Huai'an tried to rush over, but his shoulder suddenly sank. The cane of the family head, Kodi Nord, pressed down on him, pinning him in place.

"Don't panic." Kodi Nord spoke as a glint flashed through his murky eyes.

On the other side, the little girl Feng Ruoyu also wanted to charge over. She was so anxious that tears spilled from her eyes, but her older sister, Feng Ruoyun, held her back as well.

Fentian had not even had time to breathe a sigh of relief when he was horrified to discover that Qi Bei had not fallen. The longsword that had pierced through the Lightning Shield had already reached his throat.

"Die..." Qi Bei gave a cold shout. The golden radiance at the tip of the Black Sword suddenly flared, sweeping toward Fentian's throat.

Blood sprayed in all directions!

Immediately afterward came a boom. Ten thousand lightning serpents danced wildly around Fentian. Qi Bei, whose body was still crackling with electricity, was blasted into the air and fell from above like a torn sack.

"Qi Bei!" Huai'an Nord roared and leaped up, catching Qi Bei's completely charred body.

When the lightning faded, Fentian's appearance left everyone stunned and speechless.

How could the handsome Fentian still possess the arrogance of a Holy Land disciple? His hair was disheveled, his gaze scattered, and a long gash ran from his throat to the corner of his left eye. His flesh hung open, and blood gushed out like a spring.

A King Grade Lightning Mage from Tongtian Mountain had actually been brought to such a state by a middle-grade warrior. No one could believe their eyes.

But that was the truth. Although no one knew whether Qi Bei was alive or dead, this battle record was enough to make him stand proudly above all under heaven.

Let alone a middle-grade warrior—even an ordinary King Grade Warrior would probably have been easily dealt with by Fentian.

"Impossible, impossible..." Fentian muttered in a daze. The blow Qi Bei had dealt him was even more brutal than killing him. It was as though he had suddenly fallen from lofty clouds into the mud, only to have someone trample him hard several more times.

"Impossible!" Fentian suddenly gave a crazed roar. Electricity surged beneath his feet, and he shot into the sky before vanishing.

The shock on Princess Mingyue's face slowly faded. She glanced at Qi Bei, who was surrounded by members of the Nord Family, but she could not explain what she was feeling. It was simply somewhat complicated.

A perfectly good engagement ceremony had actually turned into this. The guests from various forces and countries gathered in groups of three or five, whispering among themselves. As for the commoners throughout the Imperial Capital, they were practically like a wok exploding. The fervor of the atmosphere was utterly unprecedented.

"Qi Bei, a middle-grade warrior, seriously wounded a King Grade Lightning Mage? And that mage went crazy too?"

"What? He wasn't just any King Grade Lightning Mage. He was a disciple of one of the Five Great Holy Lands—some mountain or other."

"Ah, Qi Bei beat a Heaven Grade Lightning Mage into a cripple. That mage was a core disciple of a Holy Land."

"Really, really! The Fifth Young Master used Dragon Ascending to Heaven and instantly killed a Heaven Grade mage."

The Imperial Capital had already been ablaze because of Qi Bei's engagement to Princess Mingyue, and now its atmosphere could no longer be restrained. Teahouses and restaurants, streets and alleys—wherever there were people, crowds gathered. Among them, there were always one or two people spitting as they spoke, excitedly recounting what had happened.

At that moment, Qi Bei slowly opened his pitch-black eyes. His entire body was blackened, and unless one looked carefully, it was truly difficult to notice that he had awakened.

"Hey, little girl, your snot got on my face." Qi Bei bared his teeth at Feng Ruoyu, who was crouched beside him and crying her eyes out. His voice was as harsh as the sound of two pieces of glass scraping together.

"That isn't snot, it's tears... Ah, Brother Qi Bei, you're not dead!" Feng Ruoyu instinctively refuted him, but immediately cried out in surprise and stared at Qi Bei in disbelief.

"Little girl, are you cursing me? This young master has the gods possessing his body. How could I die so easily? That fellow's lightning merely shocked me unconscious." As Qi Bei spoke, he staggered to his feet from Huai'an's arms.

"You little brat, why did you fight so desperately? If you couldn't beat him one-on-one, couldn't we have swarmed him?" Huai'an's eyes were red. He had clearly shed tears earlier too, but a grown man like him would never admit it.

"This is a matter between two men. Whoever steals my woman, I'll fight him to the death." Qi Bei grinned, his gaze meeting Princess Mingyue's beautiful eyes. Her expression, however, was far too calm, which was truly irritating.

(The pervert chasing after me is right on my heels! Please, don't let him blow up my tender little chrysanthemum! By the way, tomorrow and the day after will both have three updates, so bombard me with votes!)