The sound was very soft, yet it made Mo Yuan pause for a moment.
All eyes in the room turned to the woman in the yellow dress.
Nangong Wuhen frowned, his expression turning somewhat unpleasant.
The woman in the yellow dress ignored the stares and simply raised her hand to take out a token.
The token was warm and smooth, with intricate patterns engraved on it. As soon as it appeared, the pressure from the Divine Sea Realm cultivators in the arena seemed to be forcibly suppressed by something.
Upon seeing the token, Mo Yuan's expression finally changed.
It wasn't just him.
Nangong Wuhen's eyes also suddenly darkened.
Zhang Qingfeng stared at the token, his heart skipping a beat.
Although he didn't recognize all the patterns on the token, he could tell from the aura it exuded that it was something no ordinary force could possess.
The woman in the yellow dress said calmly, " Chu Yunfei must be protected by the Pill Pavilion today."
"I want to protect mine too."
"If Elder Mo Yuan feels this is not enough, he can try it himself."
Mo Yuan did not speak immediately. His gaze lingered on the token for a few moments, his expression shifting between light and shadow.
However, the pressure from the Divine Sea Realm gradually subsided.
Seeing this scene, Chu Yunfei had already made his judgment.
The woman in the yellow dress was of a higher status than he had imagined.
So powerful that even an elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect like Mo Yuan wouldn't dare to make a move against him.
However, Chu Yunfei did not relax because of this.
He knew very well that as long as the Giant Que Sword was still in his possession, these people would never truly give up.
Nangong Wuhen's face was extremely ugly. He hadn't expected things to be so troublesome, and he couldn't just break off relations in front of so many people.
Otherwise, if the news gets back, he'll be in a lot of trouble.
But should he just let Chu Yunfei go like that?
impossible.
The Giant Que Sword is right before my eyes, and the key to the inheritance of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Emperor is right before my eyes.
He will never back down.
Suppressing his anger, Nangong Wuhen spoke coldly, "This person killed someone related to a bounty target of my Heavenly Sword Sect, massacred disciples of the Blazing Fire Sect, disrupted the order of various sects in Qingyang City, and is a traitor to the Azure Mystic Sect."
He stared at the woman in the yellow dress, his tone becoming more forceful.
"You think you can take him away just because you say you want to protect him? This rule, even if you take it up to the Emperor..."
" Nangong Wuhen, don't try to fool me with these high-sounding words." The woman in the yellow dress interrupted him rudely, her tone filled with undisguised sarcasm. "Why did you issue such an exorbitant bounty to hunt him down? Everyone here knows the answer."
Nangong Wuhen's eyes turned cold, and a murderous intent suddenly arose. "What do you mean?"
The woman in the yellow dress did not answer him, but turned to look at Chu Yunfei, who was surrounded in the center.
" The Giant Que Sword is still with you?"
Chu Yunfei frowned.
Sure enough, they're after the Giant Que Sword again?
His fingers didn't leave the silver needles, and his voice turned cold. "So what if they are?"
The woman in the yellow dress chuckled at his wary expression. "Don't misunderstand, I'm not here to steal the sword. I'm just curious what kind of sword could make the Heavenly Sword Sect so shameless."
Chu Yunfei sneered, "That sounds familiar."
The woman in the yellow dress did not seem angry.
Wen Jiao said you have a sharp tongue, and it seems she was right.
Wen Jiao's ears burned slightly, and she couldn't help but glare at Chu Yunfei.
At a time like this, this bastard still insists on making the atmosphere so infuriating.
Chu Yunfei glanced at Wen Jiao, a strange feeling creeping into his heart.
This woman actually mentioned him in front of others?
Looking at the familiar attitude of the two, Nangong Wuhen's face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.
He knew that getting Chu Yunfei out of this woman's hands today would be extremely difficult.
but.
His eyes darted around, and his gaze instantly locked onto Zhang Qingfeng.
Nangong Wuhen suddenly sneered, "Even if you want to protect him, you have to ask the Azure Mystic Sect if they agree. After all, this matter ultimately involves sect rivalries."
"Sect Leader Zhang, Chu Yunfei is a traitor to your Azure Mystic Sect, and he just killed another powerful elder. Are you Azure Mystic Sect going to let this go like this?"
Zhang Qingfeng's expression changed, and his eyes flashed wildly.
Of course he wanted to skin Chu Yunfei alive!
But the woman in the yellow dress's identity was like a knife hanging over his head, preventing him from making any rash moves.
Mo Yuan of the Heavenly Sword Sect has backed down, so why should Zhang Qingfeng be the one to stick his neck out?
But Nangong Wuhen had pushed them to this point. If they were to back down now, they would not only offend the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Azure Mystic Sect would also completely lose face in Qingyang City.
Who will respect the Azure Mystic Sect anymore?
Zhang Qingfeng gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, " Chu Yunfei killed one of our sect's elders in public. This matter cannot be left unresolved. No matter who protects him today, he must give the Azure Mystic Sect an explanation!"
"Explain?"
Chu Yunfei suddenly laughed.
He lowered his head, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his laughter grew louder and louder, revealing a frenzied and violent energy.
He slowly raised his head, picked up the blood-stained Abyss-Devouring Sword with one hand, and pointed the tip of the sword diagonally at the ground.
" Zhang Qingfeng, if you have something to say, I'll give it to you right now."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Chu Yunfei moved.
The Divine Movement Art underfoot was unleashed without reservation.
Two deep pits were stomped into the ground, Chu Yunfei transformed into a streak of azure lightning, instantly disappearing from the spot.
It wasn't aimed at Zhang Qingfeng in mid-air.
It wasn't aimed at Nangong Wuhen.
His targets were Xu Changqing, who was hiding behind the Azure Mystic Sect Sect's ranks, and Ling Feng, who was standing not far from him!
Fast, too fast.
Chu Yunfei was already at the Eighth Level of the Spirit Martial Realm, and he was less than ten feet away from the two of them. This sudden attack caught most of the people present off guard.
Xu Changqing had just wet his pants from the shock of Zhou Huanzhang's death, and his legs were weak. Ling Feng, was still gloating over Chu Yunfei's impending suppression by the Heavenly Sword Sect.
The dark golden sword light suddenly magnified before their eyes.
The Abyss-Devouring Sword flashed past.
"Pfft!"
The dull thud of a sharp blade slicing through flesh rang out.
Xu Changqing and Ling Feng's eyes widened to their limit, their hands clutching their necks tightly, crimson blood gushing out from between their fingers like a fountain.
Xu Changqing opened his mouth wide, making a gurgling sound in his throat, but he couldn't utter a single word. The fear and resentment in his eyes had just surfaced when his vision was completely reversed.
Bang, bang.
Two heads rolled into the mud.
Chu Yunfei didn't even glance at the corpse. He kicked Xu Changqing's headless torso aside and casually took off the two storage rings and tossed them into his pocket.
He turned around, holding the blood-dripping Abyss-Devouring Sword, and coldly looked at Zhang Qingfeng, who was standing in mid-air with bloodshot eyes.
"Is the Azure Mystic Sect satisfied with this explanation?"
Chu Yunfei pointed at the two corpses on the ground, his tone chilling. "Not satisfied? I can continue."
Zhang Qingfeng was so angry that his entire face was twitching violently, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a raging old lion.
Zhou Huanzhang was killed right in front of him.
Now, Xu Changqing and Ling Feng, the inner sect's prodigies, were once again beheaded with a single sword strike right before his eyes!
Chu Yunfei was throwing the last shred of dignity of the Azure Mystic Sect to the ground and crushing it with his foot.
"You little beast, you're asking for death!"
Zhang Qingfeng completely lost his mind. His violent spiritual power at the Heavenly Origin Realm Ninth Layer erupted, and he slammed his palm down angrily towards Chu Yunfei's head.
Just as the force was about to strike, Li Qingzhou took a step forward.
The ancient longsword was drawn, and its sharp sword force transformed into a beam of azure light, forcefully shattering Zhang Qingfeng's palm print.
The two clashed in mid-air, and the terrifying aftershock snapped all the surrounding trees in half.
" Zhang Qingfeng, if you want to fight, I'll oblige." Li Qingzhou stood in front of Chu Yunfei, his tone still calm, his long sword unsheathed.
The woman in the yellow dress, standing not far away, watched this scene. Instead of blaming Chu Yunfei for taking action without permission, she chuckled softly.
No wonder Wen Jiao insisted that I make this trip.
She watched Chu Yunfei's defiant back as he walked away. "You're quite something, really. You're ruthless."
Just when the situation was about to completely spiral out of control.
Mo Yuan, who had been observing coldly, suddenly spoke up.
" Chu Yunfei, you can live."
Mo Yuan's voice, infused with spiritual energy, made everyone's eardrums buzz.
Everyone turned to look at him at the same time.
Nangong Wuhen panicked. " Elder Mo? You..."
Mo Yuan raised his hand to interrupt him, looking down at Chu Yunfei. He knew he couldn't kill anyone today, but his objective had to be achieved.
"Hand over the Giant Que Sword."
Mo Yuan's tone was indifferent, carrying an air of condescending condescension.
"This elder can decide to spare your life; this is your last chance."
Chu Yunfei looked at Mo Yuan, his deep eyes filled with disdain.
He sneered, "Old dog, you want the sword? I'm afraid you won't live to take it!"