Chapter 229 - Power (1/2)
Chapter 229 Power
The Great Immortal from Hell roared with laughter. “Hahahaha! So be it then! I’ll deal with just two this time. Let me show you what the Devil’s Practice is capable of!” He walked slowly, one step after another, toward the two Envoys. Once he grew close, he tore off the ears of one with his bare hands and gave the other a heavy slap on the face with another hand.
Gripped by pain and panic, one of them screamed, “Master Fengxi! Master Qing Chen! Please help us!”
Perfected Immortal Qing Chen frowned, “I’m afraid it would not bode well for us to have the Envoys of the Immortals’ League slain before our very eyes, Master Fengxi… Should we not…”
“Why should I care? Just minutes ago these two filthy animals were saying about making a complaint to their leader about me,” Fengxi muttered with a steely voice.
The two envoys immediately realized that Fengxi was angry at them and wished only to teach them a lesson; there was no way he would allow them to be slain in cold blood by anyone, nevermind a folk of the Devil’s Practice. “We meant you no offense, Senior,” one of them pleaded, “Please do not mind our poor manners and accept our humble apologies.”
Fengxi breathed hard and grumbled, “All right, all right!” He disappeared from where he stood and reappeared between the Envoys and the Great Immortal from Hell. “How about considering this a favor for me? Let these two go.”
“Huh?” The Great Immortal smirked, “Come on, old man, do you seriously think that I’m afraid of you? I do not take orders from you!” He yelled to his back, “And what are you waiting for, Venerable Bloodied Devil?”
“Be that as it may,” Fengxi muttered wearily, “There are only the two of you. Do you think that is enough to defeat the three of us? Two of the Nirvana Realm against the all of us?”
The Great Immortals’ eyes narrowed viciously before he relented, nodding. “That seems to be true. Very well then. You owe me a favor. But this boy destroyed my Corpse Puppet! I cannot allow him to walk free!”
He glared at the pair of Envoys, “Consider yourselves lucky today, you sniveling fools. Have some respects next time, or I’ll skin you alive, as an incentive for being brave enough to call me ‘devil’ right in front of me!” He turned and took into the sky.
The rest of the evil folk departed on their Flying-cloud Stones and went out of sight. Finally, the two Envoys buckled on their knees, panting heavily with beads of perspiration rolling down their backs.
“O-our thanks, Perfected Immortal,” one of them gasped, albeit with reluctance.
Fengxi made no response. He vanished from where he stood and materialized once more on his Flying-cloud Stone. One of the Envoys exclaimed, “Are you not going with us?”
“What makes you think I’m interested to come along on one for your Immortals’ League’s witch hunts?” Fengxi scoffed disdainfully.
Flustered with shame, the two Envoys quickly leaped on their own stone conveyance and fled.
Fengxi merely watched them leave, merely waiting patiently where they were. Minutes later, the Flying-cloud Stone carrying the evil folk returned and the Great Immortal from Hell and Venerable Bloodied Devil leaped onto their stone conveyance.
“What do you want?” Yu Yifeng growled, preparing for battle.
“Wait, Yifeng,” Perfected Immortal Qing Chen stopped him, “They are not folks from the Corpse Refinery Sect or the Bloodied Fiend Sect.”
“Hahaha!”
The newcomers both tore masks off their faces as the Perfected Immortal could only grimace with a bleak smile, “Alas… And yet you call yourselves the folk of Good when you’re off disguising as one of the evil folk…”
Lo and behold! The one disguising as the Great Immortal from Hell and the Venerable Bloodied Devil were his very own Martial Uncle Zi Mo and Perfected Immortal Tai Yi respectively! So what happened earlier was merely a ruse they had planned with Perfected Immortal Fengxi! “My respects to you both, Master Perfected Immortal and Martial Uncle Xiaoyao!”
Zi Mo raised a hand and waved off Yu Yifeng’s greetings dismissively before he pointed at him, “Look at your boy, Qing Chen! He reminds me of you! Both of you are one of a kind, both dull and boring!”
A weak smile broke on Qing Chen’s lips. “And yet you, despite being an elder, do not behave like one…”
“Hmph!” Fengxi snorted, “It’s not my fault! The two mongrel pups from the Immortals’ League should be blamed for their arrogance! They should know that in my heydays, my name commanded fear from the good and evil folks combined!”
On the other hand, the two Envoys steered their conveyance as fast as they could. The presages of dusk were beginning to show in the horizons, and they needed somewhere to stay for the night. Before long, they saw a large city below. “How about staying in the city for the night? It’s not safe to fly at night,” asked one of them.
“I’d say no,” answered his colleague, “We should finish our task as quick as possible. I do not wish to be sidetracked.”