Chapter 125 - The curiosity killed the cat (1/2)
Jean kept walking around, since now he needs to find an inn where to rest… Then he noticed a slightly big ”red bird” flying around.
In that moment, he changed direction. This time he headed towards left instead of right, and kept walking across some small roads until a voice called out for him.
”Sir, wait a moment.”
Jean stopped and turned around, even if he couldn't see anything with the pyramid head over his shoulders, his senses could clearly pick up that the person at the other side was strong, and also has the Phoenix Bloodline inside him.
Finally the ”red bird” came out…
The man, Feng Feilie, the Great Elder of the Divine Phoenix Sect, gulped down a mouthful of saliva and approached Jean.
Even if he didn't know who was the person under the helm, he was sure that the person was at least strong as him, almost certainly even more. However, he needs to check things out…
Even if he dies, his soul imprint will reach the Sect Master, and he will know the identity of the monster in front of him.
”Junior, I am Feng Feilie, the Great Elder of the Divine Phoenix Sect, I want to check something, could I?”
Jean didn't even flinch before he extended his right palm ahead, Feng Feilie gazed at the palm and took out a red jade.
He put the jade close to Jean's body, before it surprisingly exploded in his face.
With a shocked expression, Feng Feilie looked at Jean. ”This purity… Ack!”
Jean's profound energy exploded, reaching the Sovereign Profound Realm, and grasped Feng Feilie's neck.
Feng Feilie, shocked, tried to pry open the hand grasping his neck and glared at Jean. ”J-Junior… You dare to attack me…?! 'Phoenix Flames Sears the Heavens'!”
Feng Feilie shot out a sea of flames towards Jean, but the hand didn't even twitched, it just tightened, making Feng Feilie stop.
The flames disappeared, revealing Jean completely unharmed, much to Feng Feilie's surprise.
”You… ugh!” The hand kept tightening around his neck, and Feng Feilie was unable to breathe now.
Meanwhile, Jean's other hand went towards his pyramid head and slowly lifted it up. The slow gesture made Feng Feilie's gaze concentrate on the pyramid head that was lifted up, and then he saw the face of the attacker…
...It was simply nightmare fuel…
With blood-red eyes that carried countless sorrowful souls and immense killing intent, Feng Feilie was paralyzed. His eyes went down and noticed that Jean's scarred face was half-burned, showing off coal-like muscles at a side of his head.
A spot where his hair should be missed them, the corners of his lips was extended, as if someone tried to pry out Jean's jaw.
In normal circumstances, Feng Feilie would be unable to sleep for some days after seeing that face, even if he closed his eyes, it worsened the situation since the face was now imprinted on his mind…