Chapter 275: Corpse Energy Out Of Nowhere (1/2)

Chapter 275: Corpse Energy Out Of Nowhere

The sky had not been clear for a long time now! Snow continued to fall for months with no signs of stopping!

Leaves and branches were covered in snow. One could only see dark brown tree trunks and hear the howling of the wind.

A sea of snow engulfed the plains. On top of a hillside, the temple’s doors were pushed open, issuing an unpleasant squeak.

The winds rushed in from this new opening! Chilling flakes flew in before a powerful hand closed the doors.

“Whoosh!”

The fire on the ground was stirred by the breeze. The snowflakes that had just been blown in were melted by a warm touch and wafted in the air.

The refugees near the fire gazed at the young man dressed in white that had just arrived. This white uniform represented the Wanxiang Pagoda.

“Meow, meow!” The fair kitty quietly growled and then lazily lied down in Little Demoness’ bosom.

She gently stroked its fur with a charming smile on her face.

“I’m asking if anyone left their name on the holy monument four days ago.” Feng Feiyun stared at the group.

One of the refugees used the tip of his green sword to play with a fire. He answered with a strange laughter: “Oh. A disciple from the Wanxiang Pagoda, keh keh!”

The others laughed as well. In the past, they would certainly be respectful towards students from the pagoda like a servant seeing their master. However, after the battle at the lake and suffering ten defeats in a row, the pagoda’s supreme status has plummeted to rock bottom.

Nothing was left from the initial respect. This was a poor man watching a rich man eating the best meat and playing with the most beautiful women; of course, there was a sense of respect and enmity looking up.

However, one day, they found that this rich man’s face had been beaten swollen and his history is one of debts. Naturally, the poor man would stop finding him special and even sneer at him.

This was the current embarrassing situation for the pagoda’s disciples.

Feng Feiyun nodded: “Yes, I’m from the Martial Tower.”

“A Martial Tower’s disciple, hahaha!”

“Hahaha!”

…

Mocking laughter accompanied their words.

Little Demoness’ lips slightly perched as her eyes narrowed.

Feng Feiyun held her hand tighter and responded: “You think being from the pagoda is very funny?”

“The pagoda has fallen as it has no more talents. Those who could fight have already lost to the heretical disciples; some have even submitted to them. Haha, number one sacred ground! Haha, is this not hilarious?” The person holding the green hilt carved a rune with his sword on the ground. His eyes slightly focused. It looked as if he wanted to try defeating a pagoda’s disciple.

He would have never dared to even think about such a thing before, but now was a different story.

“There are too many ignorant people in this world!” Feng Feiyun rolled up his sleeves and pointed his forefinger forward: “Answer me or die.”

“You still think you are somebody? A real badass for being from the pagoda? What a joke, I—” Before this refugee could finish his sentence, his sword had already fallen to the ground, issuing clanking noises.

His forehead had been pierced. A steady stream of blood dripped down with white brain matter oozing out as his body dropped straight down with a bang.

“Whoosh!” The howling wind came again in a frightening matter.

The entire temple was quiet. The other refugees shrank down and stared in horror at the swift murder. It was way too decisive and without any hesitation.

The pointing of a finger ended with the loss of one’s life!

Feng Feiyun retracted his finger and said: “The pagoda is indeed nothing great, but these are words only experts are allowed to say!”

These refugees were all cultivators, but they were quite weak. The highest was only an early God Base, the very man who was so easily dispatched by Feng Feiyun.

A skinny man bravely asked: “What, what do you want to know?”

Feng Feiyun replied: “I ask, you answer.”

The rest nodded their heads continuously as if a slight sign of disobedience would result in death to this young man.

Feng Feiyun asked: “In the battle at the lake, which ten came out from the Wanxiang Pagoda?”

“The first was Ning Fengdao, the second was Wang Yue, the third was Mu Tantian… the last one was Shi Yelai…”

The pagoda was renowned, so those who were on the list were quite famous. Even the cultivators from the remote regions had heard of their names.