Silver Light Whip!

Swift as thunder, fast as lightning.

Everything had happened in the space of a spark.

Phoenix had slowly lured Bian Zhenxin out, away from the encirclement of the Gray Robe Apostles, guiding him toward the tree where Tang Fei was hiding. Then she suddenly drove her knee into Bian Zhenxin's vital spot. As the overwhelming pain paralyzed his body and stalled his thoughts, leaving him unable to dodge or sound a warning in time, Tang Fei leaped down.

Taking advantage of his weakness to claim his life, Tang Fei drove the downturned point of his Dogleg Knife viciously into the crown of his head.

They had exchanged neither words nor glances, yet their coordination was flawless.

Phoenix knew what Tang Fei wanted, so she had done everything he hoped she could do. She had even performed exceptionally well.

It was like an actress auditioning for a role. The director had only wanted a seventy-point performance, but the girl had gone straight for an Oscar.

And Tang Fei had not disappointed Phoenix either. The instant she landed her blow, he pounced out and immediately dealt with Bian Zhenxin, the big boss.

After all, not just anyone could become a black robe.

Only then did Tang Fei's body float gently to the ground.

Crunch!

His fur boots stepped onto the soft grass with a faint, sandy rustle. Tang Fei winked at Phoenix, then flashed a radiant grin at Bian Zhenxin, who was kneeling on the ground with both knees down and a dagger still lodged in his head.

"Don't you think he looks ridiculous?"

"..."

Phoenix drew a sharp breath inward, once again feeling just how terrifying this boy was.

He had just used a dagger to pierce someone's crown, and that Dogleg Knife was still stuck in the man's head, yet he had already launched a taunting attack.

Was he afraid the man would die too slowly, or worried he was not quite dead yet?

Phoenix could pat her ample chest and guarantee that neither was possible.

Bian Zhenxin's eyes were wide open, his pupils dilated, blood seeping from his facial features and seven orifices.

His remaining consciousness allowed him to hear Tang Fei speaking, but he could not answer.

"Who was he?"

"How had he gotten here?"

"I'm going to die..."

--

Bian Zhenxin's mind was filled with too many questions and too much unwillingness.

Oh, and there was also a dagger...

Because his back was to Tang Fei, he could not turn around at that moment. He only found the voice somewhat familiar, but could not see Tang Fei's true face, filling him with regret and hatred.

He could not die in peace!

"Kick him," Tang Fei kindly suggested.

"Hm?" Phoenix did not understand.

The man was about to die. Why kick him again?

"Kick him!" Tang Fei urged. "Hurry up, there's no time."

Phoenix did not know why, but she still followed Tang Fei's instructions and kicked Bian Zhenxin in the chest.

Bang!

Bian Zhenxin's body fell stiffly to the ground, face turned toward the sky.

Tang Fei leaned his smiling face close, waved at Bian Zhenxin, and took the initiative to greet him. "Divine Envoy, we meet again."

"Pfft!"

Bian Zhenxin began spewing blood from his mouth, spraying it everywhere.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

--

Bian Zhenxin kept vomiting blood.

Tang Fei pointed at Bian Zhenxin and said to Phoenix, "See? Old Friends are always happy to meet."

"..."

Phoenix nodded stiffly, but a bone-chilling fear rose inside her.

This devil!

Only now did the Gray Robe Apostles react. Their leader had been killed in an utterly humiliating manner.

They could not understand how anyone in Hate Mountain District dared oppose their Flame Shrine.

They understood even less how anyone dared lay a hand on a black robe. Did they not know what that meant?

It had happened too suddenly, and they were too shocked to know how to react for a moment.

"Kill them! Kill them!" At last, one Gray Robe figure shouted.

"Kill them! Avenge the leader!"

"Brothers, finish them off! Either they die or we do!"

--

A group of men drew blades, swords, and spears from their waists or robes. Some carried huge axes as they charged toward Tang Fei and Phoenix, howling.

Rumble.

A tremendous crash rang out.

A lump of pale, chubby flesh appeared.

Oh, it was a person.

Little Fatty charged over while holding a tree trunk as thick as a thigh and more than ten meters long in both hands. With a powerful sweep that stirred the wind, he sent the Gray Robe figures tumbling in every direction, instantly shattering the momentum they had just built.

Little Fatty did not stop. He raised the tree and smashed it down heavily onto the head of a Gray Robe man who had just tried to rise from the ground, roaring angrily, "You hit my brother! You hit my brother!"

They could hit him, because his hide was thick and tough.

But they could not hit Tang Fei, because Tang Fei was his family, his big brother.

He held grudges, and he took revenge.

Crack!

Every bone in that Gray Robe man's body was shattered.

Bang!

Then he rammed the end of the tree into the chest of a Gray Robe man holding a spear, roaring, "You hit my brother's face! I remember it all!"

The black-robed man was sent flying backward by the tremendous impact.

Little Fatty's shouting made Tang Fei feel a little embarrassed, so he explained to Phoenix, "It was not really a hit. It only grazed me."

Getting hit in the face was embarrassing enough. Shouting it out like that made it even more embarrassing.

"I know." Phoenix nodded in agreement.

She chose to believe Tang Fei's words without question, even if he said the sky on Blue Star was blue, water was sweet, and the planet was not round.

Even if she did not believe him, she had to force herself to. She could not change Tang Fei, but she could definitely change herself.

Live! Nothing mattered more than staying alive!

Tang Fei pulled his Dogleg Knife from Bian Zhenxin's head and slit the throat of a Gray Robe Apostle who had just charged at him. "Let's get started too," he called.

Phoenix said she was in the Qi Control Realm, but Tang Fei had still found it hard to believe.

Whether she had real skill or not would be proven by her hands.

If it was fake, he would charge more.

If it was real, was she not an excellent fighter and killer?

Even free Didiwei was sweet and sour, let alone a free fighter like this?

Perhaps on that distant planet, the Qi Control Realm was not considered anything special. But in this wasteland where civilization had collapsed, the Qi Control Realm was as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns, a Master scarcely found on all of Blue Star.

Phoenix reached to her waist and pulled out a black phoenix-shaped beast-head handle.

"What the hell is that?" Tang Fei glanced at it from the corner of his eye, curled his lip, and looked deeply disdainful.

Could that thing kill people too?

Was she going to beat people to death with a beast head?

Whoosh!

Phoenix pressed the phoenix-shaped handle, and a silver beam shot from the phoenix's mouth.

Silver Light Whip!

Whoosh!

With one lash, silver light flared brilliantly, and the body of the Gray Robe Apostle rushing at her split into two halves.

There was no blood. There had not even been time for blood to flow.

At the same time, another Gray Robe figure lunged at her.

As everyone knew, a whip was a long-range weapon. If an enemy got close, its wielder would immediately be in trouble.

Phoenix remained calm, looking almost elegantly composed.

The silver whip in her hand rapidly contracted. Once it had shrunk to one-third of its former length, it turned into a short spear, which she drove viciously into the Gray Robe figure's chest.

Without a sound, a round hole appeared in the Gray Robe man's chest.

"Holy shit."

Tang Fei's eyes widened.

The Silver Light Whip in Phoenix's hand shone brilliantly. It lashed and stabbed, lengthened and shortened, becoming a short spear one moment and a long whip the next, endlessly unpredictable.

What man would not want such a magical, precious treasure?