Dye the Velvet Night Sky Red
Though Mu Yu liked Yi Feiying’s fellow disciple from Earth Sovereign Sect, Xing Gao, he drew Shadow Splitter Sword to indicate he had no qualms cutting Yi Feiying apart.
“Body Synthesis Realm, huh? Didn’t see that coming. I suppose you must be another ranked cultivator. What’s your rank on Ultimate Immortals Rankings? I don’t waste my time on unknown faces.”
“I forgot.”
“Forgot?” Xuan Zhengtang quietly asked, “Young Master, what rank is your brother?”
“I don’t waste my memory on things I can’t eat,” Xiaoshuai responded from Xuan Zhengtang’s shoulder, yawning.
Yi Feiying attempted to identify Mu Yu based on the latter’s sword. Unfortunately, its appearance was ordinary, to say the least.
“Hahaha, well, I suppose there’s no point remembering it when it won’t matter to you after tonight,” slighted Yi Feiying, spawning two silver swords.
Yi Feiying called his twin swords made from beast bones sixty-seven centimetres long each “Chilly Wind”. In combat, he merged them with his arms and imbued them with his spiritual energy to give them sharp edges.
The two used a falling leaf as the signal to begin, both coming out swinging from the moment the leaf hit the ground.
“Kill them!” commanded Yi Feiying.
With nothing to offer, Xuan Zhengtang pulled Xiaoshuai down and turned away to shied Xiaoshuai from the crimson blood green wolf’s claws. Mu Yu zipped over and returned the fiend beast to its owner with a kick before it could tag Xuan Zhengtang.
“I’m your opponent,” declared Mu Yu, eyes turning black and white.
Aware that his pet would have been crippled on the ground if he did not cushion its fall in time, Yi Feiying flipped his serious switch.
Mu Yu teleported himself, then let qi blasts rip through the air from his sword. Yi Feiying deflected the blasts, but the impact slid his feet back.
“Looks like I have to get serious,” remarked Yi Feiying, charging together with his pet.
As Yi Feiying turned green and red, his muscles started to bulk up, and his hands morphed into claws – Defensive Beast Technique, a technique drawing inspiration from fiends and designed to overwhelm fiends. For a brief stretch, their fusion granted him amplified physical attributes by over a dozen folds.
Yi Feiying launched himself upward, generating booms through sheer speed. The fiend beasts Yi Feiying tamed as his secondary pets came out of their dens to besiege Xuan Zhengtang and Xiaoshuai at top speed.
“I will protect you, Young Master. Don’t worry,” pledged Xuan Zhengtang, although he was not confident he could beat fiend beasts significantly stronger than those that had not been tamed.
“Xiaoshuai, protect Mr. Xuan.”
“I know. I know,” replied Xiaoshuai, yawning as he wiggled out of Xuan Zhengtang’s arms. “Xiaoshuai’s Heavenly Lightning Strike!”
Right after the flash of blue swords appeared, Xiaoshuai had already climbed back onto Xuan Zhengtang’s shoulders.
“Done. Watch this, Mr. Xuan.”
“What. In. The. World…?” muttered Xuan Zhengtang, watching the swords zap the fiend beasts in seconds. Suddenly, he felt a chill course down his spine and bloodlust so violent that he forgot to breathe.
“Let’s head back.”
Xuan Zhengtang could not tell if the bloodlust or voice was colder.
Xiaoshuai hopped off Xuan Zhengtang’s shoulders to jog over to Mu Yu.
“H-head back?” quavered Xuan Zhengtang.
Xuan Zhengtang listened in closely as something tumbled along the muddy floor to his feet.
Gasp!
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