Spirit Vessel

Chapter 850: Revenge Of The Weak



Chapter 850: Revenge Of The Weak

Feiyun watched the scene in the mirror. Though Zhan Yue had lost, Ye Xiaomu was still fighting.

Her cultivation was above both Meng Taiyue and Zhan Yue, reaching the peak ninth-level and nearly touching the gate of Nirvana.

“Meng Xinghu, you have gone too far!” She got up from the ground with nothing but determination in her eyes. Her battle robe was tattered, revealing her snow-white skin stained with blood.

Her hair fluttered to the wind; her red eyes looked just like amber. She formed seventy sword mudras in no time at all and created a divine sword. It flew straight for Meng Xinghu’s head.

“Haha, your cultivation isn’t bad but the difference between our talent is too great. I am a historical genius and can exceed three levels.” Xinghu was at the early ninth-level but was still immensely powerful. Moreover, he cultivated a heavenly scripture from the Meng. A half-demon with no profound merit law to speak of couldn’t take him on.

The half-demon alliance had merit laws created by the previous experts. This naturally couldn’t compare to the ancient clans’ scriptures. The difference was of several levels.

This was another reason why half-demons were weaker than other cultivators at the same level.

Meng Xinghu’s eyes shot out two lightning bolts as thick as a bowl, easily crushing the divine sword. He then unleashed a palm strike, sending Xiaomu back to the ground.

“Ugh…” This attack was too strong, enough to create a dragon image. Ye Xiaomu’s chest was a bloody mess. Blood kept on gushing from her mouth. She couldn’t get up anymore.

Xinghu slowly walked over and crouched down with a nefarious smirk. He raised her chin and said: “Be my slave and I’ll spare you.”

“In… your dream…” Her eyes became bright again as she tried to manifest an energy sword.

“Bitch, you’re nothing more than a half-demon. I’m already doing you a favor by letting you be a slave but if you’re unable to tell good from bad, die.” He kicked her stomach and crushed her dantian.

Half of her lower body was covered in blood. Her normally fair complexion was as pale as can be. She lay in a puddle of blood, powerless.

The battle was over so the entrance of the realm opened.

Xinghu proudly walked out while carrying Xiaomu and Zhan Yue. He tossed them on the ground and declared: “Weaklings, daring to come here to win some spirit stones? Ridiculous, haha!”

Ye Xiaomu and Zhan Yue felt disgraced and buried their head on the ground. Ye Xiaomu had tears streaming down.

Is it a sin to be a half-demon? We’re still living beings, why are we automatically inferior?

Meng Xinghu easily defeated four half-demons at the same cultivation level. Other members of the Meng crowded around him.

“Little Cousin Tianhu, didn’t you want to sleep with Ye Xiaomu? I’ve crippled her cultivation, she’s your slave now.” Xinghu loved the flatteries.

Because of his talents, he didn’t care for someone like Ye Xiaomu. This wasn’t the case for the other members.

A fairly-fat youth heard this and became ecstatic. He has desired Xiaomu for a long time but couldn’t due to anything because he was weaker.

Now, saliva nearly dripped out. He busily thanked Xinghu and wanted to take the beauty away.

However, the moment he reached for her, someone stomped his hand all the way to the ground.

“Who?!!” He let out a scream more unpleasant than a dying pig. His hand was completely crushed.

“My apology, she’s a friend and you can’t take her away.” Feiyun kept on grinding and twisting his foot, causing the bones to creak.

Tianhu’s scream became worse, nearly biting his tongue.

Ye Xiaomu had already accepted her fate since she was crippled anyway. Becoming a slave was the next result. She had seen this numerous times before. It was impossible to resist anyway.

She didn’t expect someone to stand up for her. She slowly looked up and saw Feiyun’s shoes, then his pants and shirt, his handsome and unyielding face. She found it familiar.

Brother Feng, Meng Taiyue’s friend… She didn’t expect him to stand up for her after one meeting and offend the Meng.

“You bastard, she’s my slave, my cousin will kill you!” Tianhu wasn’t a genius in the Meng, only at the sixth level. He couldn’t get out since it felt as if there was a slab of metal weighing ten million pounds on his hand.

“We’ll see who can save you today.” Feiyun stomped down harder and glared arrogantly at the members of the Meng.

“Cousin, save me!” Tianhu bellowed in agony.

Meng Xinghu approached and said: “Brat, you want to stand up for the half-demons? Offending us won’t end well for you.”

“Is that so? Oh, I’m a half-demon too.” Feiyun didn’t care about the threat and had a smirk on his face while adding more power.

“Boom!” Xinghu’s hand was reduced to paste. He fainted from the pain.

Feiyun then kicked and sent his fat body flying into a wall. He fell down like a dead pig.

Feiyun would have killed him if it wasn’t for the no-kill rule at the battle palace.

The other half-demons came to help Zhan Yue and Ye Xiaomu. They stood firmly behind Feiyun, having found a beacon of hope. Fear seemed to be gone for now.

Xinghu didn’t bother looking at Tianhu. He snorted: “A half-demon, I see, you don’t know what the character, death, looks like then.”

“Why bother wasting time with a half-demon? Just kill him.” Another genius behind Xinghu leaped into the air.

His name was Meng Tianyu. He wasn’t a historical genius, only slightly inferior. His cultivation was at the late ninth-level.

He still made it five meters into the air despite the suppression of the Meteoric Stones. His palm had a faint radiance that eventually created a lightning bolt aiming for Feiyun’s head.

The crowd was surprised. Creating a lightning bolt under the suppression wasn’t easy. This Meng Tianyu was quite strong.

Feiyun calmly said: “So lawless, does your clan dare to kill in the battle palace?”

A senior from the Meng frowned and stopped Meng Tianyu. Their clan was strong but still didn’t dare to cause trouble here.

They couldn’t afford to provoke the backers of the battle palace.

The other members of the Meng assumed that Feiyun was scared so they stared at him with disdain. That’s a half-demon for you.

The other half-demons were ecstatic to see Feiyun crushing Tianhu’s hand. But now, they worried about him. They thought that at least he was smart enough to bring up the palace and stopped the Meng from killing him.

Meng Tianyu was furious. He would have killed that arrogant half-demon if he wasn’t stopped by the senior.

The senior whispered to Tianyu something. He finished listening and a smirk appeared on his face.

“Brat, looks like you have some balls since you dared to attack one of us. Do you dare to fight me in the realm of death now?”

The pale Ye Xiaomu was being supported by two half-demons. She shook her head at Feiyun and said: “Meng Tianyu is very strong, he’s not a historical genius but his combat ability is similar to Meng Xinghu. Brother Feng, you can’t take him on.”

Zhan Yue’s injuries were more serious since his dantian was pierced by a sword. He also persuaded: “He’s purposely provoking you to go there, at that point, he’ll be able to torture and humiliate you. Don’t fall for their trap.”

“Don’t worry, I won't.” Feiyun nodded while secretly condensing two Buddhist pills then feeding those two.

He then turned around and stared at meng Tianyu.

The latter thought that Feiyun was afraid and arrogantly said: “ If you can beat me, our clan will drop your transgression earlier towards my younger cousin on top of giving you spirit stones and apologizing to those four yours. But if you don’t accept the challenge, we’ll hunt you down once you leave the battle palace and cut you to pieces.”

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