Chapter 0124

Chapter 124: You Jing Feng: You Are the Real Wretch!

The old man narrowed his eyes as rare anger rose in his chest, then he muttered: “Little one…”

He looked up to see ten clots of blood turning into human shapes. Each one carried the power of a Half Saint and charged at the human experts with a fierce assault.

These blood slaves fought like they did not care about life. Their strikes were brutal. The human experts had already spent too much strength, so they were suppressed the moment they clashed and could only resist with great effort.

Only the empress showed enough might. With one hand she pinned her foe and with the other she kept striking, helping those near her out of danger so the line did not collapse.

By contrast, Mo Liu Su held a sacred artifact. She could protect herself and even help the human side. Yet she refused and turned to scheme and snipe instead. Her narrow view was contemptible.

The old man’s voice went cold as he faced her and said: “I have no interest in playing games with you. If you cannot go help, then stand aside and keep quiet!”

Hearing this, Mo Liu Su did not back off. She lifted her chin in scorn and said: “Old geezer, stop throwing your weight around.”

She swung the Primordial Scepter, certain that she had an absolute edge in power. In her mind, as long as a Saint did not appear, she was invincible.

She spoke with icy pride: “I know you are somebody. You have reached the peak of Half Saint. But in front of me, you have no right to act arrogant.”

She raised the scepter as sacred pressure spread and warned: “I will say this one last time. Hand over that little wretch, or bear the consequences!”

Tang Qi quickly echoed her with a loud voice: “Master is right. These old geezers always act full of themselves. We should give him some color to see and teach him how to behave!”

Ever since he learned the Devouring Heavenly Devil Art and the Myriad Transformations Grand Art, he looked down on everyone. Before the auction even began, he used the Devouring Heavenly Devil Art to refine more than a hundred experts and seize their cultivation, breaking through to the Life and Death Realm. Now he believed he held near total rule over his peers. He thought he had the right to be arrogant.

Chen Ling’er spoke up softly: “Master, let’s not push too far.”

She traded a glance with the little demoness, and a small, hard-to-spot flicker of jealousy flashed in her eyes. Even so, she could not help pleading for the little demoness, only because the demoness was someone their junior brother cared about.

Mo Liu Su looked down at her and asked: “Are you teaching me how to act?”

Chen Ling’er bowed her head and said: “I do not dare. I only feel that, with your status, arguing with her cheapens you. Besides, she used to be Zhou Tong’s senior sister…”

Before she could finish, a slap landed on Chen Ling’er’s cheek.

Mo Liu Su snapped: “Shut your foul mouth, you coward. Zhou Tong was only tricked. It had nothing to do with them!”

She saw bringing Zhou Tong into the Joyous Union Sect as her shame and would not allow anyone to mention it.

Lian Han Xing shot Mo Liu Su a cold look, then reached out and gently touched Chen Ling’er’s swollen cheek.

Chen Ling’er’s eyes filled with tears as she hugged Lian Han Xing from behind and said: “Junior brother!”

She knew very well that the person she hugged was not the one she missed. But looking at that familiar face made her feel safe. It was its own kind of comfort.

Mo Liu Su watched with disgust and asked Lian Han Xing: “Zhou Tong, do you also think I have gone too far?”

Lian Han Xing met her gaze without flinching and said with a curl of her lip: “Do you even need to ask? You know what you are doing.”

Mo Liu Su’s anger surged as she hissed: “Very good. Healed skin already forgot the pain. Do you think I dare not touch you now?”

If not for fear that her tribulation would break out, she would have taught Zhou Tong a harsh lesson on the spot. Her eyes slid to the little demoness and an evil smile rose on her face. If she could not deal with Zhou Tong, then she would deal with this little wretch.

She turned on the old man and said: “Old man, I already gave you a chance. Hand her over now. Do not make me repeat myself.”

You Jing Feng smiled coldly and asked: “And if I say no?”

Mo Liu Su let out a chill laugh as divine might thickened around the scepter: “So you refuse a toast and choose the penalty instead. Since that is the case…”

By her own strength she could not draw out the scepter’s full power. But just now she chose to burn her heart’s blood to activate a secret method, so that this one strike could rival a Saint and even wound a Half Saint at the peak.

She never dreamed that the one before her was a true Saint, and a strong one at that.

You Jing Feng moved first. He struck later yet arrived first. His speed was unbelievable.

He roared as his palm cracked across her face: “Die, wretch!”

Mo Liu Su’s aura scattered at once. She screamed. That blow carried Saintly pressure. Without the scepter guarding her heart, that slap alone would have killed her.

She gritted her teeth to curse: “Old geezer…” but You Jing Feng had already seized her by the hair.

His voice was like ice as he said: “I did not plan to bicker with a little brute like you. But you do not know your limits and have bullied others too far. Fine. I will stand in for your elders and give you a proper lesson.”

He swung left and right. Smacks fell like raindrops. Mo Liu Su’s head snapped side to side. She had no strength to fight back.

He scolded with each hit: “Wretch! Wretch! Wretch! You are the real wretch!”

The little demoness stared, stunned. In her memory, this grandfather had always been kind and gentle. She never thought he could be this fierce. Then she remembered she was a member of the Celestial Masters Clan. Mo Liu Su had pointed at her nose and cursed her. What elder could stand by and watch a junior be shamed like that?

Mo Liu Su, hair loose and blood at the corner of her mouth, found a tiny gap and swung the scepter in rage while shouting: “Old geezer… you have gone too far!”

The old man did not care at all. He raised a hand to block, snatched the weapon, planted it point-first in the ground, and slapped her again.

This time, without the scepter’s protection, she felt true pain. Saintly pressure crushed over her. She almost fainted, losing control of herself on the spot.

She finally realized the truth and stammered: “No… you are a true Saint…” She could not finish before another slap crashed into her mouth and she spat blood.

Sacred energy swept through her. A clear crack rang out. Mo Liu Su’s spatial Signet Ring shattered.

Crystals poured out like a gleaming flood. The brightest among them was a clump of Mystic Ice wrapped around the primal qi of yin and yang.

Everyone in the sky turned their eyes toward it at once.

Zhao Wu Tian snorted and said with scorn: “Trash. Treasures belong only to the strong. You are not worthy to hold this.”

He waved and drew the Mystic Ice into his hand, then looked at Zhou Tong with a sly smile and asked: “Guest Elder, how about I give this to you?”