1581 Clan Crisis (2/2)
This pressure was being released by Huo Qingfeng. Huo Qingfeng had once more stepped into the Imperishable Realm, and his cultivation far surpassed everyone else present.
”It is forbidden to mention this matter again!” Huo Qingfeng coldly said. As his sharp eyes passed over Elder Li, Elder Li felt like an invisible sword was being plunged into his heart.
”Yes!” Cold sweat drenching his back, Elder Li nodded.
He had never imagined that his words would incite such displeasure from Huo Qingfeng, and next to him, Song Tingyu didn't seem to care that much. And when he saw the indifferent and nonchalant look on Zhao Feng's face, he became even more confused, but he did not dare speak out.
The others also became more cautious and curious about Zhao Feng.
A short while later, the conference was ended. It was decided that the new branch would be in Sunharbor City. Everyone dispersed.
”Qingfeng, I plan to personally make a trip to Sunharbor City,” Zhao Feng sternly said.
He could only determine if those two genius girls of Sunharbor City were Zhao Yufei and Liu Qinxin by looking for himself.
The two girls had yet to recover their memories, and things would go poorly if some expert, noble, or even royal, got to them first.
”Master, are you planning...?” Huo Qingfeng probed.
”I'll take a look, and perhaps I'll even propose.” Zhao Feng sighed. Fortunately, the auction house had made him a tidy sum, or else he wouldn't even have the money for a betrothal gift.
”What...?” Huo Qingfeng's jaw dropped as he froze to the spot.
Zhao Feng had always been an unfathomable and mysterious expert in his eyes. He never imagined that he would be interested in two genius girls, to the extent that he would even consider a proposal.
Zhao Feng returned to the city lord's estate in the afternoon.
”Mm?” He immediately noticed that something was wrong.
The number of expert auras in the estate had clearly decreased, and his father was not present.
Upon returning to the city lord's residence, he found the old steward, a genial elder with a goatee.
”Steward, where's my father?” Zhao Feng asked.
”The master went to the Bloodfiend Sect. I heard that the Bloodfiend Sect is planning to make peace with Southcloud City!” the old steward immediately replied.
The Bloodfiend Sect was an Evil Dao faction near Southcloud City. It was of equal power to Southcloud City, and the two had been enemies for a thousand years now.
If not for these two factions wearing each other out, they would have both been far more powerful by now.
”Before leaving, the master asked me to inform the young master of a certain matter.” The old steward approached Zhao Feng and whispered into his ear.
”The master said...”
But before the old steward finished speaking, his mouth curled into a wicked and smug smile. Energy gathered into his right hand into a sharp blade that he thrust forward.
Suddenly, the old man's body shivered and froze.
At some point, Zhao Feng had produced a small sword covered in scarlet veins. This sword had already been stabbed into the old steward's chest.
”Heaven-level top-class...!” The old steward's body began to shrivel up as his blood and energy were drained away, leaving only a pile of bones.
The old steward was only an initial-level Divine Transformation Realm expert, while not even Imperishable Realm experts possessed Heaven-level top-class weapons. Even if Zhao Feng didn't use the powers of this sword, the sword's innate sharpness and abilities would have been enough to instantly kill the old steward.
”As expected, something happened!” Zhao Feng sighed.
He sensed something strange in the air the moment he entered the city lord's estate.
At this moment, as if someone had sent out an order, powerful auras and killing intent exploded from various parts of the estate. Screams and the scent of blood began to rise from various areas. The entire estate began to tremble as a battle ensued.
”Zhao Balong, what's the meaning of this!?” a resounding voice came from the forbidden ground in the back of the estate, and then a white streak of light flew out. It turned into a white-haired elder who was furiously staring at a certain part of the estate.
”Grand Elder!”
”Grand Elder, clan members have started a revolt!”
Many shouts came from within the estate.
The abrupt assault of these people had caught the Zhao Clan off guard.
”Haha, old fool, the Zhao Clan is mine!” Zhao Balong charged out of a dark-golden palace, exuding a domineering aura. Mixed with this aura was a chilling fiendish energy.
”You've been colluding with the Bloodfiend Sect!?” The Grand Elder grimaced as he loudly accused.
You've understood too late!” Zhao Balong heartily laughed.
A blood-colored barrier suddenly appeared around the estate, covered in various wicked and intimidating patterns. ”This old man will first execute this traitor!” The Grand Elder charged forward, a broadsword appearing in his hand. Zhao Balong simply floated in the air, utterly unperturbed.
”Oh no!” The Grand Elder suddenly sensed danger and hastily retreated.
Boom! Bang!
A savage blood-colored ghost head charged out of Zhao Balong's residence, howling as it rushed at the Grand Elder.
The ghost head moved with incredible speed, and the Grand Elder didn't have time to dodge, causing one of his arms to be bitten.
The Grand Elder instantly cut off his arm, his face hardened with resolve.
As an Imperishable Realm expert, he could swiftly restore any of his lost body parts, but he discovered that a significant amount of his energy had also been devoured.
Thwish!
A demon-faced elder wearing blood-colored robes flew out of Zhao Balong's residence and wickedly laughed. ”We meet again!”
”Blood Spirit!” The Grand Elder's eyes darkened and began to seethe with killing intent.