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Feng Feiyun's expression didn't change much. He was still staring at the mirror. Zhan Yue lost but Ye Xiaomu was still fighting.
Her cultivation was higher than Meng Taiyue and Zhan Yue at peak ninth-level Heaven's Mandate. She seemed to have touched the threshold of Nirvana.
"Meng Xinghu, you're going too far!"
Ye Xiaomu climbed up from the ground. She was very tall, and her beautiful eyes were filled with determination and decisiveness. The battle clothes on her body were torn in several places, revealing patches of snow-white skin. Crimson blood was flowing on her skin.
Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and her eyes were as red as amber. She stretched out her slender hand and struck out more than seventy sword arts in a row. They condensed into one and transformed into an ancient divine sword that slashed towards Meng Xinghu's head.
"Haha!
Xiaomu, your cultivation isn't bad but your talents are too lacking compared to mine. I'm a historical genius, unbeatable in the same level. I can beat you three levels above me. "
Xinghu was an early ninth-level Heaven's Mandate but he was frighteningly strong. Moreover, he cultivated the Meng's scripture so he wasn't a match for a half-demon who didn't have a profound merit law.
The half-demon alliance's merit laws were created by the half-demon sages themselves. They naturally couldn't compare to the merit laws of the ancient clans. The difference was several levels.
This was also the reason why half-demons were weaker than cultivators at the same level.
Two bolts of lightning shot out from Meng Xinghu's eyes. They were as thick as bowls and connected the entire Secret Realm of Death, shattering Ye Xiaomu's divine sword. Meng Xinghu then slammed Ye Xiaomu onto the ground.
"Pluff!"
Meng Xinghu's palm strike was simply too ferocious. It slashed out a dragon-shaped Qi stream, causing Ye Xiaomu's chest to be covered in blood. Blood continuously flowed out of his mouth. This time, he suffered an even more serious injury and was unable to stand up.
Xinghu slowly walked towards Ye Xiaomu and crouched down with an evil smile on his face. He lifted her chin with one finger and smiled: "Become my half-demon slave and I will spare your life."
"In your dreams!"
Ye Xiaomu's pearly white teeth were overflowing with traces of blood. A murderous aura condensed in her eyes again, turning into a sword in her eyes.
"Bitch!
You're just a half-demon. I'm already giving you face by making you my slave.
Since you don't know what's good for you, then go to hell! "
Meng Xinghu kicked Ye Xiaomu's lower abdomen, shattering her dantian and sending her body flying.
"Wow!"
Ye Xiaomu's dantian was bleeding, and half of her body was dyed red with blood. Her beautiful face that was as white as a pear flower became deathly pale. She fell into a pool of blood like a pile of mud.
With the battle over, the door to the Secret Realm of Death opened once again.
Meng Xinghu carried Ye Xiaomu in one hand and Zhan Yue in the other. He walked out and threw the two on the ground. "A bunch of weak half-demons want to win spirit stones in the battle palace? What a joke.
Haha! "
Ye Xiaomu and Zhan Yue felt humiliated and buried their faces in the ground. Ye Xiaomu's eyes were filled with tears.
Was it wrong to be a half-demon?
Half-demons were also humans. Why should they be inferior to humans?
Xinghu easily defeated four half-demons at the same level and walked out of the secret realm. A group of Meng disciples immediately surrounded him and fawned over him.
"Cousin Tianhu, haven't you always wanted Ye Xiaomu? I've crippled her cultivation. She's your half-demon slave now."
Xinghu's expression became smug. His talents were great, so a half-demon beauty like Ye Xiaomu couldn't catch his eye. However, this didn't mean that the other disciples of the Meng were not interested.
A rather fat disciple of the Meng heard Xinghu's words and squeezed his way through the crowd. He had been drooling over Ye Xiaomu for a long time, but his cultivation wasn't as high as her. He never had the chance to make a move.
But now, Ye Xiaomu had become his half-demon slave. This naturally excited him to the point of drooling. He bowed to Xinghu in all sorts of ways and was about to take the beauty away. However, the moment his fat hand reached out, it was stepped on by someone.
"Ah!
Who stepped on my hand?! "
Tianhu let out a scream worse than a pig being slaughtered. His hand was about to be crushed and the pain seeped into his bones.
"Sorry, she's my friend. You can't take her away."
Feiyun stomped on the back of Meng Tianhu's hand. The sole of his shoe kept on twisting, causing the guy's bones to creak.
Tianhu's screams became louder and louder.
Ye Xiaomu had accepted her fate. After all, her cultivation had been crippled and she could only become a half-demon slave. She had seen this scene many times. She was unwilling, but she had no power to resist.
She didn't expect someone to stand up for her. She slowly lifted her head and looked at Feng Feiyun's shoes, pants, clothes, and that handsome and determined face. She felt a trace of familiarity.
Oh right!
It was Brother Feng who was with Meng Taiyue. She had only seen him once. She didn't expect him to stand up for her and offend the Meng.
"She's my half-demon slave. You bastard, my cousin will kill you!"
Meng Tianhu wasn't a genius in the Meng but he was a sixth-level Heaven's Mandate. He couldn't escape Feiyun's grip no matter how hard he tried. It was as if a heavy iron was pressing down on the back of his hand.
"Half-demon slave? Who do you think you are to say that?"
Feng Feiyun exerted more force and glared at the cultivators from the Meng: "Let's see who has the guts today."
"Cousin Xinghu, save me!" Tianhu screamed. His hand was bleeding from the stomp.
Xinghu moved closer and coldly said: "Brat, are you trying to stand up for a half-demon?
Your fate will be miserable if you offend our Meng. "
"Is that so?
I forgot to tell you, I'm also a half-demon. "
Feiyun didn't care about Xinghu's threat at all. He had a carefree expression on his face while exerting more force on his feet.
"Bang!"
Meng Tianhu's hand was stomped into a bloody pulp. Half of his arm was shattered, and he fainted from the pain.
Feng Feiyun kicked his fat body away. He slammed into the wall and fell down like a dead pig.
If it wasn't for the fact that killing was forbidden in the battle palace, he would have killed Tianhu already.
Dozens of half-demons came and helped Zhan Yue and Ye Xiaomu up. They stood behind Feng Feiyun and didn't show any weakness. They had nothing to fear now that they had found their backbone.
Feng Feiyun was their backbone now.
Xinghu didn't look at Tianhu at all and sneered: "Another half-demon, I was wondering who would be so arrogant. You don't even know how to write the word 'death'."
"Why waste time talking to a half-demon, just kill him."
A man flew out from behind Xinghu. This was a genius from the Meng named Meng Tianyu. He wasn't a historical genius but he wasn't much weaker. Moreover, he was at the late stage of the ninth level.
He could fly more than five meters high even under the suppression of the Meteoric Stones. His palm had a faint glow and a bolt of lightning. He aimed for Feng Feiyun's head.
Many people in the surroundings cried out in alarm. This Meng Tianyu was able to shoot out an electric light under the suppression of the Meteorite Spirit Stone. His cultivation was not ordinary, perhaps he was not much weaker than the Epic level genius Meng Xinghu.
Feng Feiyun didn't move and calmly said: "Where's the law? This is the battle palace. Your Meng is really arrogant, daring to kill people here?"
A senior from the Meng slightly frowned and stopped Meng Tianyu. After all, this was the battle palace. No matter how powerful the Meng was, they wouldn't dare to cause trouble here.
They couldn't afford to mess with the backing of the battle palace.
Of course, the Meng's disciples thought that Feng Feiyun was afraid so he brought out the battle palace. They looked at Feng Feiyun with disdain.
She was just a half-demon!
The Half-Demon Alliance felt relieved after Feng Feiyun crushed Tianhu's palm. At the same time, they were worried about Feng Feiyun, afraid that the Meng would kill him. Luckily, Brother Feng was alert and brought out the battle palace to save his life.
The Half-Demon Alliance heaved a sigh of relief.
Meng Tianyu's eyes were cold with lightning still flickering in his hand. If it wasn't for a senior from the Meng stopping him, he would've killed this arrogant half-demon already.
The elder of the Meng Clan whispered something into Meng Tianyu's ear. After Meng Tianyu heard this, the corner of his mouth suddenly rose as he smiled and said, "Boy, seeing how you dared to crush the arm of my Meng Clan's disciple, it shows that you are a man with some courage.
Do you dare to fight me in the realm of death? "
Ye Xiaomu was very pale with two half-demons supporting her.
She shook her head at Feng Feiyun: "Meng Tianyu is very powerful. Although he isn't a historical genius, his battle prowess isn't much weaker than Meng Xinghu. Brother Feng, you're not his match."
Zhan Yue's injuries were worse than Ye Xiaomu's. His dantian was pierced through by Meng Xinghu's sword. He also advised, "He's doing this on purpose. He wants Brother Jinfeng to fight him in the Realm of Death. Then, he can kill and humiliate you without fear. Don't fall into his trap."
"Don't worry, I won't fall for it."
Feng Feiyun nodded and took out two more Buddhist Pills. He secretly fed them to Ye Xiaomu and Zhan Yue before turning to Meng Tianyu.
Meng Tianyu thought that Feng Feiyun was scared and didn't dare to fight. He puffed out his chest and raised his nose: "If you can defeat me, our Meng won't pursue the matter of you crushing Cousin Tianhu's arm.
We'll also give spirit stones as an apology to the four injured youths of the Half-Demon Alliance.
But if you don't dare to fight, our experts will tear you to pieces the moment you leave the battle palace. "