Chapter 333: The Battlefield Is for Killing

Chapter 333: Chapter 333: The Battlefield Is for Killing

"You’re asking to die!" Xia Yanran flew into a rage. She raised the longsword in her hand and thrust it mercilessly toward the officer’s heart.

But before the longsword could even touch the officer, he flicked his wrist. Spreading his index and middle fingers, he clamped down on the tip of the blade. No matter how hard Xia Yanran pushed, the sword wouldn’t move another inch.

The officer looked at Xia Yanran and burst out laughing. "Do you have any idea what my cultivation level is? I’m a Tier Three Martial God! With your pathetic skills, you think you can act all arrogant in front of me? You’re not worthy!

Your strengths are in the bedroom, haha..."

The next moment, he shot out his hand, grabbing for Xia Yanran’s chest.

Xia Yanran tried desperately to dodge, but she couldn’t get away. Just as the officer’s groping hand was about to grab her chest, Xia Yanran was overcome with shame and anger, wishing she were dead.

But just then, a strong arm wrapped around her slender waist. It was followed by a sharp CRACK and the officer’s bloodcurdling scream.

Xia Yanran looked up in confusion and saw that the officer’s right wrist had been snapped. Jagged bone protruded from the skin, dripping with blood. It was a gruesome sight.

At that moment, a calm voice spoke up, "Since you don’t seem to want this paw, I’ll just break it for you."

Xia Yanran turned her head, and her eyes lit up. "Ye Feng! You actually saved me! So you’re not a total wimp after all!"

Ye Feng looked at Xia Yanran and said with mock seriousness, "Whether I’m a wimp or not... you’ll find out in due time."

Hearing Ye Feng’s suggestive comment, the tiny bit of goodwill Xia Yanran had just developed for him vanished without a trace. She shot him a harsh glare and cursed,

"Don’t touch me! Get your filthy paws off me!"

The moment the words left her mouth, Ye Feng let go. Caught off guard, Xia Yanran fell heavily to the ground.

Her rear, which hadn’t fully healed, screamed in pain as if stabbed by needles. Xia Yanran cried out, "Damn you! Couldn’t you have been a little gentler?!"

Ye Feng looked at her and said seriously, "I’m just a guy who likes it rough."

Xia Yanran: "..."

Across from them, Romance looked at Xia Yanran and sneered, "No wonder you’re acting so arrogantly. So you brought a helper. But you think a piece of trash like him can act arrogant in front of me?

You’re dreaming. I’ll show you what real power is!"

After speaking, he turned to the monk in the kasaya beside him and said calmly, "Master, I’ll have to trouble you to take action and capture this piece of trash for me!"

The monk nodded and walked toward Ye Feng, dragging his Zen staff.

Xia Yanran watched in horror. With a single step, he crossed a full fifty meters. With a second, he was standing right in front of Ye Feng.

A terrifying pressure instantly spread out. Enveloped by it, Xia Yanran felt as if a giant boulder was crushing her chest, making it hard to even breathe.

Xia Yanran’s expression changed drastically. She screamed, "An expert! A Martial Immortal-level expert!"

Behind them, Romance chuckled. "So you have some discernment after all. Allow me to introduce you. This is my guard, Master Liaokong, a peak Tier Two Martial Immortal.

Normally, we wouldn’t need him to deal with a mere ant like this, but I want you to witness the methods of a true expert. I want to make sure you never dare to stand in the way of my army again!"

He then looked at Master Liaokong and roared, "Master, do it! Cripple him for me!"

Beside him, Xia Yanran’s face paled. She grabbed Ye Feng and yelled frantically, "Ye Feng, he’s a peak Tier Two Martial Immortal! You’re no match for him! Run!"

Ye Feng looked at Xia Yanran and chuckled. "Don’t you hate me? Why are you trying to save me?"

Xia Yanran looked at Ye Feng and shouted, "I do hate you, but I only wanted you to suffer a little! I don’t want you to die!"

Ye Feng nodded slightly. "Your nature isn’t so bad after all. Don’t worry. I won’t die, and neither will you."

Master Liaokong, standing behind them, sneered. "Neither of you will die? On what grounds? Your words? You’re dreaming. Neither of you will leave here alive today. I’ll show you what I’m capable of."

Romance sneered from behind. "Make a big scene. I want to strike fear into their hearts! So that not just him, but *no one* will ever dare to block my army’s advance again!"

Liaokong nodded slightly. He thrust his right palm up, and a phantom palm print, ten feet wide, flickered into existence in the air, radiating a terrifying pressure.

Xia Yanran stood frozen, feeling as if Mount Tai was crashing down on her. Her legs trembled, and she nearly collapsed to her knees.

She looked at Ye Feng and cried out in frustration, "I told you to run, but you wouldn’t listen! Now look! Neither of us can escape!"

The moment her words fell, Ye Feng’s right fist shot out. A massive fist phantom appeared in an instant, reaching Master Liaokong in a flash of lightning.

Sensing the terrifying pressure, Master Liaokong’s face fell. He instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late. He could only watch as the fist slammed directly into him.

With a deafening BOOM, Liaokong was blasted into a bloody mist before he could even scream. The phantom palm print in the sky vanished instantly.

Ye Feng gazed at the cloud of blood and said calmly, "A battlefield is for killing. And here you are, putting on a flashy show. You were just asking to die."

Standing beside him, Xia Yanran stared at Ye Feng, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. ’Heavens, he killed a peak Tier Two Martial Immortal with a single punch! How can Ye Feng be this terrifying?’

Across from them, Romance stared at Ye Feng, his eyes filled with disbelief. But he quickly recovered. He looked at Ye Feng and said coldly, "I never thought a piece of trash like you would have a few tricks up your sleeve. But so what? Can you withstand the charge of my ten-million-strong army? You can’t! Even a man of iron can only be turned into so many nails."

With that, he raised his spear and roared, "All soldiers, hear my command! The enemy has barely a million troops, while we have over ten million! Even if we have to bury him in bodies, we can crush this piece of trash! Charge! Kill him! Tonight, I will drink with all my brothers in the palace of Malaysia!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Roaring, they raised their weapons and charged toward Ye Feng like a tide.

Xia Yanran looked at Ye Feng, stomping her foot as she yelled, "Ye Feng, didn’t you see they were digging a trap for you? You actually walked right into it and sent all our troops away! Aren’t you supposed to be so clever? Well, get us out of this one!"

After saying her piece, she glared at Ye Feng, then turned and waved to Sun Sheng and the soldiers behind her, roaring, "Brothers, hold the line! Hold the line!"

With that, she raised her longsword, preparing to charge the allied forces.

But Ye Feng reached out and stopped her, saying calmly, "I, Ye Feng, have not fallen so low as to let a woman fight my battles for me. Stand down."