Chapter 146
Ancestor Feng
Arthur moved toward the forest at blinding speed, and within only a few seconds, he arrived at the location.
The moment his feet touched the ground, his eyes landed upon the scene before him.
Zhuo Fan…
Long Kui…
and a fat young man with a round body standing between them.
They were surrounded.
All around them stood a large number of hired assassins, their killing auras intertwining in the air, creating a suffocating pressure that choked the breath itself.
Arthur smiled faintly, his voice low and calm.
"Ooooh… what a truly wonderful sight."
He moved in silent steps until he stood behind Zhuo Fan, as though his existence was nothing more than a shadow.
Zhuo Fan suddenly turned around, his eyes widening slightly.
"Arthur? Did you finish your training?"
"Yes, I finished not long ago."
Then his tone shifted into mockery.
"Zhuo Fan, you idiot… why didn't you eat Young Lady Li Yun Xing's food?"
"What?!"
Arthur laughed softly.
"Man… you really don't understand women's hearts, do you?"
Zhuo Fan stood there silently, not knowing how to respond.
At that moment, one of the assassins stepped forward and shouted angrily:
"You bastard! Do you think we're playing around here?!"
His killing aura exploded instantly.
Long Kui's body trembled, and the fat young man collapsed to his knees beneath the pressure, while Arthur and Zhuo Fan remained standing firmly… without moving even an inch.
Arthur slowly raised his head and looked at the assassin with cold eyes.
Then—
A killing aura even darker, even sharper, erupted from his body like a beast finally freed from its chains.
"You little infant… do you think I'm afraid of your killing aura?"
He took one step forward, his voice becoming almost like a growl.
"Do you even know who you're dealing with right now, you little bastard?"
The aura formed around Arthur's body and surged through the area like a black wave.
"Arthur! Stop! You're hurting our companions!"
The voice came from behind him.
Arthur turned and saw Long Kui and the fat young man lying on the ground, unable to move beneath the pressure of his dark aura.
He immediately lowered it.
"Zhuo Fan… are these people here to kill us?"
"No… they're here to kill the fatty."
"Ooooh…"
Then he looked toward the fat young man.
"And is this fatty one of your companions?"
"You could say that."
A short silence followed.
Then…
Arthur and Zhuo Fan smiled at the exact same moment.
One smile…
strange…
demonic.
"So that means…"
"We can kill everyone here."
The two shouted simultaneously and charged forward.
Zhuo Fan moved his purple spiritual weapon, transforming into a whirlwind of slaughter.
As for Arthur, he moved the Weapon King Bracelet, turning it into a dark black sword, beautiful… and terrifying.
The battle exploded.
The scent of blood spread through the air.
Bodies were torn apart.
And the assassins fell one after another.
Only a few seconds passed…
before silence descended once more.
Only two people remained standing.
Zhuo Fan… and Arthur.
Both were covered in blood from head to toe, like demons that had just crawled out from the depths of hell.
One of the wounded assassins moved, attempting to flee.
Arthur shot toward him and swung his sword.
"Arthur! Don't kill him! We need to interrogate him first!"
The sword stopped—
But suddenly—
The man's head shook violently, and unbearable agony twisted across his face…
Then it exploded.
Arthur quickly retreated and stood beside Zhuo Fan.
'Someone is using a sound technique.
Even with me at the Spirit Infant Stage, my spiritual weapon, and Arthur beside me… we still wouldn't be able to defeat this enemy.
He's dangerous… and incredibly powerful.'
Arthur suddenly felt the pressure of a different aura…
gentle… yet powerful.
Behind him.
Without the slightest hesitation, he activated the Path of Wind and Electrification.
Blue sparks ignited around his body, the winds roared, and pressure crushed both the ground and the air.
He fused both paths around his black sword and slashed backward with a screaming, cutting strike.
But…
he did not feel a complete cut.
Only a scratch.
"Master!"
"Ancestor Feng!"
Long Kui and the fat young man shouted at the same time.
A man stood there holding a beautiful white flute, his features calm and his presence overwhelming.
Several strands of hair fell from his head, and a small wound appeared on his cheek.
'Arthur…
injured Ancestor Feng.'
Ancestor Feng took only a single step backward.
At that moment, everyone realized one thing:
Arthur…
had not been using his full strength before.
And what no one knew was that his previous body could not endure the Path of Wind and Electrification for long…
but now, he had become capable of using them—even if only for a short time.
Zhuo Fan looked toward Arthur, then toward the man.
"You are one of the Imperial Family's Guardian Dragons…
Tianyu, the sword of the First Regent…
the flute bearer Feng Xiao Bai."
Feng Xiao Bai smiled, then let out a low, quiet laugh.
Another laugh echoed from behind.
It was Old Jiu.
'So…
they had been observing the situation from the very beginning.
But… why didn't they intervene?'
Thoughts clashed inside Arthur's mind.
'Damn… I used both paths for too long…'
Pain began gnawing through his body, forcing him to immediately stop the electrification and wind.
"Didn't I tell you my little brothers were incredibly strong?"
Old Jiu said happily.
Then he continued with a smile:
"Brother Zhuo Fan… Brother Arthur…
Even while standing before a great figure like Ancestor Feng, neither of you showed fear or hesitation."
He sighed in admiration.
"Even I, at your age, wasn't capable of such a thing.
My respect for you both… is genuine."
The Third Prince, the fat young man, sighed.
"Master… why didn't you intervene from the beginning?
I don't care about myself, but what if Sister Kui had been injured?"
Ancestor Feng smiled calmly.
"If I had intervened from the start, I would never have witnessed such a wonderful show.
Besides, Zhuo Fan and Arthur… have not even used their full strength yet, as far as I can see."
He looked toward Arthur and touched the scratch on his cheek.
Then he smiled.
Arthur and Zhuo Fan smiled calmly in return.
Zhuo Fan stepped forward respectfully.
"Ancestor… you praise me and my brother greatly, but there is something bothering me.
Why did you kill that man? Could it be that—"
The ancestor interrupted him.
"Young man… you and your brother are intelligent.
But with your current strength, intelligence alone will not help you."
Arthur smiled quietly.
'He's warning us…
This struggle for power is something I cannot interfere with right now.
And he… is trying to protect us.'
He cupped his hands and bowed slightly.
"These two brothers have learned their lesson and already forgotten what happened entirely.
Thank you for your advice, Ancestor Feng."
The ancestor smiled in satisfaction before grabbing the Third Prince.
"Long Jiu… this prince still has some matters to attend to."
And with those words, he disappeared at great speed.
Old Long Jiu approached them.
"Brother Zhuo Fan, Brother Arthur…
Could you follow me for a few minutes? There's something I wish to tell you."
Then they all returned together to the Xian Long Pavilion.
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