1829: C1829 As You Wish!

C1829 As You Wish!

"I heard it from Chief Young Lord occasionally."

The person who pointed out Zhao Junfeng's origin was a junior of the Qi Family. This person's understanding of Zhao Junfeng was also heard from Qi Shangheng's mouth.

The discussion of the younger generation of the eight clans entered Lonemoon's ears with a few words. Lonemoon vaguely heard that the handsome young man beside him was actually a clansman of the Golden Lion Country's Great Slaughter.

Whether it was the Golden Lion Country's special envoy or the Golden Lion Country's Great Slaughter Manor, both were existences that could make the Han Yue Clan despair.

Her expression was somewhat panicky. This time, she was afraid that she was a lamb entering the tiger's mouth!

"Jinghong, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Whether or not you can become my dao companion is still waiting for an answer from you."

Seeing that Lonemoon Jinghong no longer made any moves, Zhao Junfeng immediately smiled and said:

"Become my, Zhao Junfeng's, woman. You will have countless cultivation resources. Your Han Yue clan will also rise up in the Oblique Yang Ancient Kingdom!"

A symbolic warm smile appeared on his face. Although it was an inquiry, there was no room for negotiation in his tone.

This so-called Three Laughter Tower's banquet was actually a dragon's pond and tiger's den. Lonemoon seemed to be unable to escape from Zhao Junfeng's grasp no matter what.

The surrounding young generation of the other seven clans, as well as the juniors under the main table, were all silent at this moment, their eyes revealing a trace of joy.

The cold air on Lonemoon's face had yet to dissipate, but his heart immediately sank to the bottom of the valley, incomparable despair.

She had been a very strong person since she was young, now wanting her to sacrifice her body to curry favor with a man, she was extremely unwilling.

But if he did not sacrifice himself, then his family would be doomed beyond redemption.

Gu Yue Jinghong, who had always been able to hold his own, was facing the threat of this handsome young man in front of him. Combined with the Golden Lion Nation and the Golden Lion Nation's slaughter, she couldn't breathe and didn't know what to do.

"Haha, Clan Chief Jinghong is indeed a smart man."

Lonemoon Jinghong sat in the distance, like a thorn on his back. At this moment, Qi Shangheng laughed loudly, thinking that Lonemoon Jinghong had finally compromised.

"Regarding the matter of Dao Companion, this young lady will have no choice but to obey!"

Before Qi Shangheng finished speaking, Lonemoon once again opened his mouth and said, rejecting Zhao Junfeng once more.

"Hmph, this lord has treated me sincerely again and again. You have repeatedly rejected this lord, do you really think this lord has a good temper?"

Hearing this, Zhao Junfeng revealed his true colors. He changed his smile and revealed a fierce look. There was nothing in his eyes. He was arrogant and overbearing.

"If you don't obey me today, I will annihilate your entire clan!"

After saying this, Zhao Junfeng reached out one hand and grabbed at Lonemoon's slender hand. He wanted to hold Lonemoon tightly in his arms.

But at this moment, behind Lonemoon, an arm blocked between Lonemoon and Zhao Junfeng.

"Don't be so rude to girls, you should be gentler."

The owner of this arm was Wang Xiao, who had been standing in front of Lonemoon.

"Where did this lowly slave come from? How dare she block the envoy!"

Just as the plan was about to succeed, a young man dressed in a coarse cloth came out. Qi Shangheng recognized him. He was the servant who had followed behind Lonemoon earlier.

The people of the other eight clans on the main table, as well as the juniors of the other eight clans below the main table, only then did they notice Wang Xiao's existence.

He was dressed in a coarse cloth shirt and looked ordinary. There was not a trace of spirit Qi fluctuation around him. Clearly, he was an ordinary person. Following behind Lonemoon, he must be Lonemoon's servant.

"Where did this slave come from, barking wildly?"

Hearing this, Wang Xiao frowned slightly and said calmly.

"Preposterous! A mere lowly slave actually doesn't know any manners!"

"Watch me tear your mouth apart!"

Hearing this, Qi Shangheng was immediately enraged. He jumped up from his seat, and his large hand suddenly grabbed towards Wang Xiao. His Pulse Condensation cultivation was clearly visible, and his entire body was filled with spirit energy. It was as if he wanted to crush Wang Xiao's head with his hand.

Seeing this, Lonemoon's face froze. He was just about to attack, but was stopped by Wang Xiao.

At this time, Qi Shangheng's big hand had already arrived in front of Wang Xiao.

Wang Xiao did not panic at all. A cold smile appeared on his face. When he stretched out his hand, his speed was several times faster than Qi Shangheng's. He grabbed the wrist of Qi Shangheng's incoming hand.

Seeing this, Qi Shangheng's expression changed drastically. He wanted to pull his hand out, but he found that Wang Xiao's hand was like an iron clamp that tightly gripped his wrist. No matter how much strength he used, he couldn't break free.

"Let go!"

Qi Shangheng's face was red as he berated Wang Xiao.

"As you wish."

Wang Xiao sneered. His arm shook slightly, and then he let go of the hand that was holding Qi Shangheng's arm.

In an instant, Qi Shangheng was pushed away by a distance, and his body flew backwards and fell below the main table.

On the main table, the rest of the people suddenly stood up and looked at Wang Xiao in shock.

Qi Shangheng, with his Pulse Condensation cultivation, had actually been sent flying by Wang Xiao. Just who was this servant of Lonemoon's!?

Zhao Junfeng narrowed his eyes and looked at Wang Xiao. For a time, he didn't do anything, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Little thief, I'm going to kill you!"

Zhao Junfeng, who had been sent flying, crawled up together. His blue robe was covered with soup and wine, and his hair was tattered. His hair was loose, and he looked like he had gone mad.

He, Qi Shangheng, was the young master of one of the Eight Great Cultivation Clans of the Oblique Yang Ancient Kingdom. When had he ever been in such a sorry state before?

In front of the other younger generation of the eight clans, he had actually been sent flying by a servant, causing him to lose all face. How could Qi Shangheng swallow this anger?

Thus, Qi Shangheng's killing intent surfaced, and the spirit energy around his body circulated to the limit.

The Pulse Condensation Period cultivators of the Ancient Desolate Continent had already begun to absorb spirit energy from their bodies. They could use the spirit energy in their bodies to support their own attacks, increasing their combat strength by several times.

At this time, Qi Shangheng threw a punch at Wang Xiao. With the support of the spirit energy in his fist, the power of his punch instantly increased by several times; it was not something that an ordinary punch could compare with.

In a split second, the wind from his fist lingered in the air. The juniors of the eight clans below the stage could feel it, and all of their expressions changed.

"It's over, this brat is completely finished. Young Patriarch Qi Shangheng is really angry!"

"A mere slave dares to provoke Qi Shangheng, he's simply courting death!"

A terrifying fist smashed towards Wang Xiao. No matter if it was the geniuses of the eight families or the younger generation of the eight families below the stage, none of them thought that Wang Xiao would die for sure.

A full-strength strike from a Pulse Condensation Period cultivator was no trivial matter. That servant that had just appeared had no fluctuations of spirit energy around him. He was just a mortal with slightly greater strength, so how could he possibly withstand it?

Everyone could already imagine the scene of Wang Xiao screaming miserably and then dying with severe injuries.

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After that, a miserable scream was heard, but it wasn't from Wang Xiao.

When everyone looked again, they saw that Qi Shang's arm that had punched out had already collapsed into a Blood Fog. Blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing onto Zhao Junfeng and the surrounding geniuses and prodigies of the eight clans, with the exception of Lonemoon.

But strangely, Wang Xiao stood in front of Qi Shangheng, but there wasn't a trace of blood on his body.

- The content came from [Miegu Reading]

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