At this moment, Zhong Wu Temple only felt as though tens of thousands of little knives were churning inside his lower abdomen. Though his dantian had not been destroyed, that knee from Cui Feng had shattered many of his organs, causing massive internal bleeding.
Even if his martial arts had once stood unrivaled beneath heaven, more than half of his cultivation had now been crippled. Zhong Wu Temple's eyes brimmed with boundless venomous hatred.
Meanwhile, Cui Feng was staring fixedly at Huang Ruiying.
"Why? You have followed me for so many years. Has Cui ever treated you unfairly?"
Huang Ruiying looked back at Cui Feng with a wooden expression.
"You did not treat me unfairly. But when I first sought refuge with you, what did you promise me? And now, where is Xianyu Beifeng's head?"
Cui Feng was stunned, then let out a sigh.
"So it was for this. You have never been able to let go of avenging your husband.
"Xianyu Beifeng is a great general of a nation. Do you not know how difficult it would be to kill him?
"Besides, these past years, I have challenged him to duels as a martial artist, yet he has never come out. You know this perfectly well!"
"Hmph! With your martial arts, how many people in the world could stand against you? If you truly wished to help me, you could have infiltrated the Kingdom of Mu. Why were you unwilling? Was it not simply because you wanted me to keep selling my life for you!"
Huang Ruiying, who had been expressionless until then, suddenly shrieked hoarsely. The muscles in her face twitched violently.
"Make Zhang Ming hand over Cui Yuanying at once!"
As Cui Feng listened to her scream, a complicated look flashed through his eyes.
"Oh, so the