20demayo Chapter 136 Evil Phoenix
Chapter 136 Evil Phoenix
Chapter 136 Evil Phoenix
The dark purple soul power surged and engulfed the old man.
A large pit appeared silently in the woods.
Two evil spirit masters, one wearing a ghost mask and the other a pure black mask, quickly caught up and grabbed the dying old man from the pit.
"Ghost Face, try to control this body. I deliberately only used half of my power." A figure draped in a black robe emerged from the woods.
The man in black robes slowly walked up to the two people wearing ghost masks, reached out and took off his hood, revealing a face full of eerie charm. His face was covered with heavy eye makeup, and dark red lines at the corners of his eyes extended all the way to his temples. His dark purple pupils held a strange light.
"Greetings, Vice Leader!" The Ghost Face Mask and the Pure Black Mask immediately abandoned the old man and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle.
The woman looked towards Xingluo City and said with a sweet laugh, "Xingluo, I, Xie Feng, am back!"
A flash of purple flame appeared in his eyes, and without turning his head, Xie Feng asked, "Is this old thing of any use? If not, then get rid of him."
Upon hearing this, Ghost Mask immediately released its martial spirit. A ghostly white shadow appeared behind Ghost Mask. The shadow had no facial features, only a scarlet vertical eye.
The scarlet vertical eye glanced back and forth at the unconscious old man several times.
"Go, get him moving," the masked figure whispered.
The ghostly figure's hands, as withered as dry twigs, suddenly plunged into its own abdomen, tearing it open to reveal what lay inside.
Black tendrils emerged from the ghostly figure's abdomen and wrapped around the old man's body.
The elderly man, who was in a coma, began to convulse and foam at the mouth.
After a quarter of an hour, the old man dusted himself off, wiped the foam from his mouth, bowed ninety degrees to Xie Feng, and respectfully said, "Ghost Face greets the Vice Sect Leader."
The man in the pure black mask said, "Hurry up and heal your injuries. Don't let those old guys see through our disguise. This is their stronghold."
"No need to worry, this concerns my Holy Son. I came here specifically to ask the Supreme Master to bestow the Soul-Burning Candle. All you need to do is bring the Holy Son out, and I will handle the rest myself." Xie Feng licked his lips, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
When the old man flew into the city gate, two men and a woman followed not far behind him.
An ordinary-looking middle-aged man was carrying a pale-faced man on his back. The woman leading the group was wearing a black dress and had light makeup on her face.
The soldiers guarding the city gate carefully checked the three men's documents and allowed them to enter Xingluo City after confirming that there were no problems.
Under the cover of darkness in the early morning, the three of them entered a house that resembled a villa and changed back into their original attire.
Xie Feng sat in the hall, a purple flame burning in his hand, waiting quietly.
In less than fifteen minutes, ten shadows appeared in the yard of the house.
The one leading them was none other than Feng Shiyi, whom Ye Nanxiao had previously let go.
They were one of the assassin teams specially trained by Xie Feng.
To facilitate handling some affairs within the sect, Xie Feng, who possesses an evil martial spirit, trained many assassins with normal martial spirits. Targeting the flaws of human nature, Xie Feng specifically chose pretty girls to train.
The ten assassins, led by Feng Shiyi, are an assassin organization that has been lurking in Xingluo for a long time.
However, Xie Feng did not expect that Feng Shiyi and his group of ten would be defeated by Ye Nanxiao in just a few moves.
Feng Shiyi bowed her head and bent her waist as she quickly walked into the hall, then knelt down on one knee in front of Xie Feng.
Xie Feng narrowed his eyes, and a long whip made of purple flames appeared in his hand.
Upon seeing the flaming whip, the pure black mask vanished from its spot.
With a gentle wave of his hand, Xie Feng unleashed a fiery whip that lashed fiercely across Feng Shiyi's back.
A sharp pain shot through her, and Feng Shiyi gritted her teeth, trying not to cry out.
The long whip danced wildly, like a fiery serpent, tearing the clothes on Feng Shiyi's back and leaving terrifying whip marks on her wheat-colored skin.
A trickle of blood flowed down Feng Shiyi's lips, her fingernails already piercing into her flesh, and her back gradually became covered in blood.
The people in the courtyard lowered their heads, gritted their teeth, and listened to the sound of the long whip hitting Feng Shiyi.
"Little Eleven, don't disappoint me next time." Xie Feng stood up from his seat and lashed out with a whip, striking Feng Eleven hard on the left cheek.
The attack to the face caused Feng Shiyi to spit out the blood she had been holding in, staining the ground red.
"Ten people tried to take down one person, and you almost got caught. You performed so poorly, how are you going to save your parents? Little Eleven?" Xie Feng walked up to Feng Eleven, squatted down, and reached out to pinch Feng Eleven's chin.
"If it weren't for the fact that you didn't have any missions to carry out, I wouldn't have known that you were wasting so many of the sect's resources," Xie Feng said coldly.
Feng Shiyi lowered her eyes, not daring to meet Xie Feng's gaze.
My heart is breaking. The mission failed, and I am trapped in the church. My parents' souls will continue to suffer from the torment of the soul fire.
However, Feng Shiyi only hated Xie Feng, and did not hate Ye Nanxiao, who caused her mission to fail.
Xie Feng released his grip, stood up, and walked behind Feng Shiyi. As if he had thought of something, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh, "That's right. After all, you encountered the Holy Son. To be able to easily deal with you all by himself, just how much more is the Holy Son hiding? It's really something to look forward to."
Xie Feng circled around Feng Shiyi, dispelling the flames in his hand, and laughed, "Little Shiyi, this time you're facing the Holy Son. I hope this is your first and last failure. If you fail again, there are quite a few disciples in the sect who really like your group of sisters."
"Yes." Feng Shiyi closed her eyes, afraid that the evil phoenix would see the flames of revenge in her eyes, and slowly withdrew from the hall.
Feng Shiyi led the rest of her sisters back to their safe haven, but could no longer bear the excruciating pain in her back and collapsed to the ground.
"Eleventh Sister!"
When she woke up again, Feng Shiyi had thick bandages wrapped around her back.
A cute-looking girl was sleeping by Feng Shiyi's bedside, sunlight filtering through the blinds and dappling her face.
Looking at the old roof, Feng Shiyi didn't think about her injuries, but instead thought of someone, a scoundrel whom Xie Feng called the Holy Son.
"Why would he be the Holy Son?"
Thinking of Ye Nanxiao, Feng Shiyi felt her buttocks slightly hot, and a strange heat arose in her body.
I shifted my body uncomfortably, and a sharp pain shot through my back.
"Hiss!" The intense pain made Feng Shiyi gasp.
This subtle movement startled the person who was guarding the bedside.
"Eleventh Sister!" The girl grasped Feng Shiyi's hand, her face full of concern.
"I'm fine, Twelve." Feng Shiyi looked at her younger sister with tenderness in her eyes.
Feng Shier pressed his face against Feng Shiyi's hand, his eyes filled with tears, and said, "It's good that Shiyi is alright."
After comforting her younger sister for a few moments, Feng Shiyi couldn't help but rub a certain part of her body as Feng Shier left the room to fetch the medicine, a blush rising on her face.
It was quickly replaced by regret.
"Why are you the Holy Son?" Feng Shiyi raised her left hand to her eyes and sighed.
Meanwhile, the two ghost-faced people who returned to the karaoke bar to erase all traces saw Ye Nanxiao already at the door outside the window.
Ye Nanxiao looked at the karaoke bar in front of him, took out a bag of gold soul coins from his pocket, handed it to the middle-aged woman guarding the door, and asked, "Which room did Wang Teng go to recently?"
The middle-aged woman saw a bag of gold soul coins and smiled so much that some of the white powder on her face fell off, which she quickly stuffed into her clothes.
"Is this Young Master Wang Teng's room? Is this guest a friend of Young Master Wang Teng?" The middle-aged woman looked at Ye Nanxiao with greed in her eyes, wiped the drool from her mouth, and was about to reach out and grab Ye Nanxiao's arm.
"Young Master Wang Teng introduced it; it's said to be very relaxing." Ye Nanxiao strode into the karaoke bar, not giving the middle-aged woman a chance to pounce on him.
According to the now-awakened head of the Wang family, Wang Teng sometimes spends several nights in a row in karaoke bars.
As the middle-aged woman led Ye Nanxiao over, they watched.
The masked ghost said to the masked man in black, "Take my body and go first. I'll have the old man intimidate the Holy Son."
After saying that, the masked figure suddenly lost its support and fell back onto the chair.
An elderly man who had been standing with his head down suddenly raised his head, twisted his neck a few times, pushed open the door, and went out.
The man in the pure black mask, with the ghost mask on his back, stepped onto the windowsill and jumped away.
Ye Nanxiao followed the middle-aged woman up the stairs and saw the old man pushing open the door in the distance.
"This is none of your business." Ye Nanxiao dismissed the middle-aged woman and turned to the old man.
The old man, controlled by the ghost mask, walked naturally to Ye Nanxiao.
"This matter has been resolved, and I will inform Your Highness in due course," the old man said, his hands behind his back and his eyes narrowed.
Ye Nanxiao nodded and asked, "Do you have any clues about the forces behind this group? Anyone who dares to attack me here must be someone of considerable importance."
"I will handle this matter myself, young friend Ye, you don't need to worry about it." The old man left after saying this, not giving Ye Nanxiao a chance to ask any more questions.
The old man's attitude made Ye Nanxiao feel uncomfortable.
Ye Nanxiao frowned slightly, looking at the departing old man, feeling puzzled.
"Why hasn't this guy said anything? Could it be that he's hiding something?"
Turning his head to look at the door of the private room that Wang Teng had booked, Ye Nanxiao wondered if he should check it himself.
After thinking for a while, Ye Nanxiao decided to put the matter aside for the time being. He remembered that Xu Jiujiu had said that this old man had previously participated in the factional struggles within the royal family, only obeyed the throne, and was very stubborn.
He obeyed the emperor because he was Xu Jiawei, but he was arrogant because he had made some contributions during the reign of the previous emperor.
Ye Nanxiao shook his head, feeling a pang of regret that he hadn't personally pursued Feng Shiyi.
"I hope it's been handled well. After all, he's one of the Star Luo's worshippers, a peak Soul Douluo. He shouldn't encounter any trouble in Star Luo City, but why do I have this uneasy feeling?" Ye Nanxiao clutched his chest.
"There are quite a few powerful fighters in the imperial city, some of whom are quite strong, only slightly weaker than that old man who loves chicken legs. Why don't we stay in the city and leave after your unease has subsided?" The Snow Emperor's voice echoed in my mind.
Ever since he learned about his bloodline's passive skill, Ye Nanxiao has always trusted his intuition.
"This is the only way for now." Ye Nanxiao walked out of the karaoke bar and headed towards Juxingtang.
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