Chapter 414 - 413: Is Girls’ Talk Really This Fierce?

Chapter 414: Chapter 413: Is Girls’ Talk Really This Fierce?

The black-robed people screamed in terror at the sight and turned to flee toward another mountain pass.

But before they reached the pass, another volley of earth-shaking cannon fire erupted. A troop of soldiers charged out, led by a large, fluttering banner. As the flag unfurled in the wind, a blood-red character for "Deng" stabbed at the eyes.

Just then, a middle-aged man so fat his eyes were mere slits leaped forward and roared, "This path is closed!"

It was none other than the Patriarch of the Dark Night Deng family, Duncan.

The moment Duncan’s voice faded, a stunningly beautiful girl led a group of black-clad men and charged straight forward.

The sound of blades sinking into flesh, SQUELCH SQUELCH SQUELCH, was immediately followed by a chorus of bloodcurdling screams.

In the space of a few breaths, a full hundred black-robed people were cut down where they stood.

"The Dark Night Deng family! Run!"

The black-robed people shrieked, turned, and ran back toward Tongtian City. But they didn’t get far before they all froze, not daring to take another step.

There was a murderous Demon King in Tongtian City!

Just then, Han Qiang roared, "Men, open the gates! Charge out and kill!"

They had come to take his son-in-law’s life, to force his daughter into a spectral marriage, and to make every citizen of Tongtian City die alongside them. Han Qiang now hated the underworld to his very bones. How could he possibly pass up an opportunity to annihilate these bastards?

He roared again, preparing to lead his men in a charge!

But just then, Deng Ling’Er’s clear, crisp voice rang out.

"Heaven values all life. We can’t just slaughter the innocent wantonly!"

Han Qiang’s face contorted in anger upon hearing this. ’Whose side are you on, anyway?’ he thought.

To the black-robed people, Deng Ling’Er was like a vision of Bodhisattva Guanyin. In their hearts, they were endlessly chanting, ’A good person! A truly good person!’

But Deng Ling’Er’s next words left every single one of the black-robed people utterly dumbfounded.

Deng Ling’Er spoke with a calm air. "Letting you all go is impossible. The others wouldn’t agree. So, how about this: one thousand. I’ll let one thousand of you leave. I, Deng Ling’Er, give my word."

The black-robed people stared at Deng Ling’Er, cursing her ancestors back eight generations in their minds. ’There are a hundred thousand of us,’ they thought, ’and you’re only letting one thousand go? You want us to slaughter each other!’

’So insidious! Truly vicious!’

But they had no choice. She was the one calling the shots. Otherwise, not a single one of them would get out.

The black-robed people glanced at each other. The "smart" ones immediately turned their weapons on the person next to them.

It spread like a plague. The black-robed people roared and turned on their comrades, hacking and slashing without regard for friend, brother, or kin!

At that moment, only a single thought remained in their minds: kill others to secure a sliver of hope for themselves.

Swathes of black-robed people fell to the ground. In the end, their eyes blood-red with frenzy, the survivors couldn’t even be bothered to count if a thousand remained. They just kept killing.

They couldn’t stop. If they didn’t kill, they would be the ones to die.

More than ten minutes later, one of the black-robed figures shrieked, "Stop! Stop! There are only a few of us left..."

The words had barely left his lips when a sharp sword plunged into his heart from the side.

The black-robed man said no more.

Another ten-odd minutes passed, and the battlefield finally fell quiet. A lone black-robed man began to laugh maniacally. "It’s just me! Haha, I’m the only one left! I get to live! I finally get to live...!"

The words had barely left his mouth when a long spear plunged into his gut from the side. He collapsed weakly, twitched for a moment, and then moved no more.

Beside him, a dying, gravely wounded black-robed man with only one arm left glared with a savage look. "If we have to stay, then we all stay. What makes you so special that you get to leave?"

Having said his piece, he collapsed and soon went still.

Han Qiang realized with horror that not a single black-robed person was left alive. There was nothing but a field of corpses and rivers of blood.

The entire plaza had become an Asura’s hell.

Everyone present stared at Deng Ling’Er, a chill crawling up their spines.

Without firing a shot or drawing a blade, without a single casualty on her side, she had annihilated an army of one hundred thousand with a single sentence. This girl... she was the truly terrifying one.

Deng Ling’Er looked at the crowd, her pretty face blushing slightly as she spoke in a delicate, sweet voice.

"Why are you all looking at me like that? I’m just a weak little woman!"

The crowd collectively face-faulted.

Ye Feng watched Deng Ling’Er and nodded slightly. "Truly a remarkable woman."

The words had no sooner left his lips than a sharp pain shot through his side. Ye Feng yelped in pain, spinning around to glare at Blood Phoenix.

"What was that for? Why’d you just pinch me out of nowhere?"

Blood Phoenix glared at Ye Feng, her teeth clenched. "Tell me. Why did she help you?"

Ye Feng glared back at Blood Phoenix, stubbornly retorting, "The Qilin Battalion are my brothers! Of course they’d help me!"

"I’m talking about Deng Ling’Er! Deng Ling’Er!" Blood Phoenix seethed, grinding her teeth. "Try to change the subject again and I’ll wring your neck!"

Just as Ye Feng was about to speak, a clear, sweet voice cut in from the side. "Oh, my, if it isn’t Little Sister Phoenix!"

With that, a young woman drifted over gracefully.

It was Deng Ling’Er.

A bitter taste filled Ye Feng’s mouth. ’So, they’ve finally met,’ he thought. ’Another emotional battlefield is about to erupt.’

But what happened next left him utterly speechless. Deng Ling’Er walked right up to the hostile Blood Phoenix, draped an arm around her shoulder, and looked her up and down with admiring clicks of her tongue.

"Little Sister Phoenix, you’re getting more and more beautiful! Honestly, if I were a boy, I would stop at nothing to win you over!"

With just a few simple words, most of Blood Phoenix’s hostility vanished. She looked at Deng Ling’Er and quickly shook her head, rushing to say:

"Miss Ling’Er, you’re the real great beauty here!"

Deng Ling’Er shook her head. "Oh, please, how could I compare to you? Look at that chest, that waist... I’m so jealous. I’m already worried that if I have a child someday, I won’t know if I can feed him."

Ye Feng stumbled backward, nearly falling over.

Deng Ling’Er’s self-deprecation completely disarmed Blood Phoenix. The two walked off to the side, arm in arm.

Ye Feng faintly overheard Deng Ling’Er ask in a low voice, "Sister, do you have any secrets?"

"It’s not really a secret. Just give them a good rub whenever you have time. It’ll pay off in the long run!"

"Oh, oh, I get it. By the way, sister, how is Ye Feng’s... performance?"

"You haven’t been with him yet?"

"Oh, sister, what are you saying? You’re his wife. How could I make a move without your permission?"

"Oh, big sister! I’ve never really known you before, but I didn’t realize you were so considerate! I’d love to be good sisters with you! Go ahead and pursue him, you have my blessing!"

...

Ye Feng, who had just managed to get back on his feet, promptly fell over again.

’Is this how women talk to each other? So bold!’

He looked at Deng Ling’Er, his eyes filled with admiration. ’She disarmed Blood Phoenix with just a few words. A true master,’ he thought. ’Mmm, she really has the air of a matriarch.’

Just then, Qilin Eagle Wolf Fang approached Ye Feng and spoke respectfully.

"Commander, what are your orders?"