"Who's there?!"
Xue Qinghe's hair stood on end instantly. Without turning around, his sword lashed out toward the direction of the voice.
"Whoosh—"
A terrifying sword aura tore through the air, slashing viciously toward the source of the sound.
Sword Cultivators were renowned for their lightning-fast hand speed.
Even though she was a Soul Saint, summoning her Martial Soul and activating Soul Skills required half a breath's delay.
But swinging a sword? That required no hesitation—a single instant was enough to unleash a strike surpassing the full power of an ordinary Soul Saint.
If Xue Qinghe had his sword in hand when encountering someone of equal level, he was confident he could slay them before they even summoned their Martial Soul.
Unfortunately...
The expected scream never came.
Turning his head, Xue Qinghe caught only a glimpse of his own slash being blocked by a palm-sized scale-like shield before it exploded with a resounding "Boom!"
"How is this possible?!"
Xue Qinghe's mind reeled in shock.
Just as she was about to summon her Martial Soul, she finally saw the newcomer's face...
It was Ye Feng.
"Your Highness, long time no see~" Ye Feng smiled faintly, hands clasped behind his back.
"Ye Feng?! You... how did you get here? How did you bypass the palace's heavy defenses?!" Xue Qinghe was utterly astonished at the sight of Ye Feng.
This was the deepest part of the imperial palace—the most heavily guarded area.
Even a Titled Douluo would find it difficult to infiltrate undetected, yet Ye Feng had waltzed in as if it were nothing.
What's more, he hadn't sensed Ye Feng's presence until the man was already standing behind him.
Had Ye Feng harbored ill intentions, given his strength, Xue Qinghe would have been completely defenseless.
Not only that, but her earlier strike, though seemingly simple, was comparable to a full-power attack from an ordinary Soul Saint.
Yet Ye Feng had blocked it with such ease.
It seemed... Ye Feng had grown even stronger since their last meeting...
"Just one of my Soul Skill abilities, nothing to be surprised about," Ye Feng waved dismissively.
"Is that really the issue here? This is my private chambers! You can't just barge in like this—it's incredibly rude! What if I'd been bathing?!"
Xue Qinghe sputtered indignantly.
"It's not like I haven't seen it before."
Ye Feng's offhand remark instantly shattered Xue Qinghe's composure.
"Ye Feng, you bastard!! I'll kill you!!!" Xue Qinghe's face flushed crimson as she immediately swung her sword at Ye Feng.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
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Moments later.
"You shameless... let me go and we'll settle this outside..." Qian Renxue was pressed against the wall by Ye Feng, her face slightly distorted from the pressure.
Worse yet, Ye Feng had forced her to revert to her original form—"Qian Renxue."
Logically speaking, with the enhancement of her Perfected Sword Physique, Qian Renxue shouldn't have lost so quickly.
However, this was the imperial palace. While Ye Feng could act without restraint, Qian Renxue couldn't—she didn't even dare summon her Martial Soul.
Without her Martial Soul, Qian Renxue was naturally no match for Ye Feng.
"You wouldn't stand a chance outside either..." Ye Feng sighed, though he didn't push things further, casually releasing Qian Renxue.
"Hmph! I've made significant progress recently! Who wins or loses is still up in the air!" Qian Renxue snorted, clearly unwilling to admit defeat.
Last time, she had been careless, unaware of Ye Feng's true strength, and the Soul Battle Arena had been too small, restricting her movements.
If they were to fight again, even if she couldn't win, she definitely wouldn't lose as miserably as before!
"Alright, alright, I'm here to talk business this time."
Ye Feng waved his hand dismissively, casually taking a seat on a nearby chair and pouring himself a cup of tea to sip.
Though he wasn't a tea connoisseur, the tea in the palace was undoubtedly top-tier.
Qian Renxue froze when she saw this…
"Th-that cup was the one I drank from…" she stammered, her voice trailing off.
"Oh, no wonder it tasted so good~"
Hearing this, Ye Feng also paused for a moment before savoring the aftertaste.
"You pervert! Give it back!"
Qian Renxue couldn't stand Ye Feng's shamelessness any longer. She snatched the teacup from his hand, her face flushed with anger as she glared at him. "Other than bullying me, what kind of business could you possibly have?!"
She truly had no way to deal with Ye Feng.
Her secrets were in his grasp, and she couldn't defeat him in a fight—she was completely at his mercy.
Every time she encountered Ye Feng, she ended up being the one bullied. It was utterly frustrating.
Ye Feng couldn't be bothered to bicker with her and cut straight to the point. "I came today to invite you somewhere. You've heard of Slaughter City, right?"
That's right—Ye Feng's real purpose for coming was to ask Qian Renxue to accompany him to Slaughter City for some fun.
"Slaughter City…? Isn't that where the Spirit Hall imprisons the most heinous criminals? Why would you go there?" Qian Renxue frowned, momentarily taken aback.
In her memory, Slaughter City was the most evil place imaginable.
Every month, the Spirit Hall would send the most wicked criminals there, leaving them to slaughter each other and suffer the most extreme torment.
Such a vile place—of course she had never been there.
Moreover, Slaughter City was a place where one could enter but never leave. What business did Ye Feng have going there?
"Oh? Seems your understanding of Slaughter City is still too one-sided~" Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised that Qian Renxue knew so little about it.
But then again, it made sense…
Slaughter City likely only began cooperating with the Spirit Hall after Bi Bi Dong took power.
The Angel God's nature was inherently opposed to the evil of Slaughter City.
Qian Renxue's lineage carried the purest angelic bloodline—there was no way they would collaborate with Slaughter City.
It was only natural she wouldn't know the inside details.
"What do you mean? Does Slaughter City have other secrets?"
Qian Renxue wasn't a fool. She immediately sensed something amiss.
Slaughter City seemed to hold secrets she had never heard of!
"Slaughter City is actually one of the God of Asura's trials—similar to the Angel God's trials your Qian family undergoes."
"By passing Slaughter City's trial, one gains the chance to earn the God of Asura's favor. If one can obtain the 'Asura Sacred Sword,' there's a high probability of becoming the God of Asura's successor and inheriting the Asura Godhood…"
Ye Feng spoke slowly, revealing a secret Qian Renxue had never heard before.
"The God of Asura's trial… the God of Asura—isn't that one of the legendary five Supreme Gods?!"
Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes widened in shock, her heart surging with waves of astonishment.
Ancient texts recorded that the God of Asura was a being countless times more powerful than the Angel God.
The City of Slaughter was actually the trial ground of the God of Asura...
Such a secret was likely something even her grandfather wouldn't know. How did Ye Feng come by this information?
Just what kind of origin did the Star Sect have?
While Qian Renxue was inwardly shocked, her curiosity about Ye Feng and the Star Sect's background grew even stronger.
PS: Bi Ji's cultivation level
(End of Chapter)