Whoosh!
The moment Shen Yujiao finished speaking, a black shadow behind her shot out like an arrow released from a bow. With a flicker, it vanished from its spot in an instant.
A fierce gust of wind rushed forward!
This man’s cultivation had clearly reached the level of a 9th Grade Martial Artist!
In the blink of an eye, he had already closed in on Chu Feng. His five fingers curved into a claw, the fingertips gleaming with a chilling light as he aimed straight for Chu Feng’s face.
If that claw landed, half of Chu Feng’s face would likely be torn apart.
“Your Highness, be careful!” Wang Pangzi’s face turned pale as he cried out in alarm.
At this moment, the guests at the Auction all drew in sharp breaths, thinking to themselves just how ruthless the eldest young lady of Duke Shen Manor truly was.
A cold smile curved on Shen Yujiao’s lips, while Shen Yufeng’s eyes were filled with vicious anticipation, as if he had already seen Chu Feng’s face shredded into a bloody mess.
However, in the very next second…
The expressions on both siblings’ faces froze completely.
They saw that the 9th Grade expert, A Lang, had just reached Chu Feng. Before his claw could descend, a flash of cold light suddenly appeared before his eyes.
Slash!
A Lang’s eyes widened. A thin line of blood quietly appeared across his throat… and then it burst open, spraying a stream of blood!
The ferocity and shock on his face had not yet faded when his body stiffened and fell backward.
Bang.
The sound of his corpse hitting the ground echoed harshly through the deathly silent third-floor hall.
Only then did everyone clearly see that at some point, the cold and silent woman who had been standing behind Chu Feng had already stepped in front of him.
In her hand was a simple, ancient-looking dagger. At its tip, a drop of blood slowly slid down before falling with a soft drip and shattering on the ground.
The entire hall fell silent.
Shen Yujiao and Shen Yufeng felt a chill surge from the soles of their feet straight to their heads. Every hair on their bodies stood on end.
“Im… impossible…” Shen Yujiao stared at A Lang’s corpse, her body trembling slightly.
A Lang was the captain of Duke Shen Manor’s guards, a peak 9th Grade Martial Artist. He was a notable figure in the capital, just a step away from the Innate Realm.
How could he… be killed in a single move by a girl who looked barely in her teens?
“What incredible speed! What ruthless precision!”
“I didn’t even see how she struck!”
“Could this woman be… an Innate Realm Martial Artist?”
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Chu Feng gently moved Leng Yue aside and stepped forward, walking toward Shen Yujiao with a faint, playful smile, “You wanted to ruin my face, didn’t you?”
“Y… what are you trying to do?” Shen Yujiao felt a chill in her heart under his gaze and instinctively took a step back.
Chu Feng didn’t bother with words. He suddenly reached out, his five fingers forming a claw as a sharp gust of force descended toward her!
Although his cultivation was weak, the momentum of this move was perfectly imitated.
Just as Shen Yujiao’s face turned pale with fear, an old and low voice sounded behind her, “ Heir Apparent Chu, that’s enough.”
Before the words even finished, a hunched old man appeared before Shen Yujiao like a ghost. His shriveled hand, like a chicken’s claw, met Chu Feng’s strike.
Though the palm looked light, Chu Feng instantly felt a terrifying pressure, like Mount Tai collapsing upon him. Even his breathing stalled.
Bang!
At the critical moment, Leng Yue struck again. Her slender palm collided with the old man’s with a deep, drum-like sound.
An invisible shockwave spread out, causing the surrounding tables and chairs to tremble.
Both Leng Yue and the old man each took a step back.
Shen Yujiao, still shaken, had a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. She looked at the old man in surprise, “Elder Xu, why are you here?”
This old man was the Grandmaster Realm expert secretly supported by Duke Shen Manor!
“The Duke was worried, so this old servant followed the young lady and young master in secret,” Elder Xu said with a bow. However, his cloudy eyes remained locked on Leng Yue, his expression grave.
“Grandmaster Realm…” Chu Feng’s expression turned serious as he stared at Elder Xu.
This was the first time he had truly felt the terror of a Grandmaster Realm expert. That overwhelming pressure left him utterly unable to resist.
If Leng Yue hadn’t intervened in time, he would have either died or been crippled.
In his previous life as the King of Hades, he had always been the one controlling others’ lives and deaths. Being placed in such a helpless position now… he did not like it.
Seems like I need to raise my cultivation as soon as possible, Chu Feng thought.
“Your Highness, should I kill him?” Leng Yue asked.
The moment those words fell, Elder Xu’s entire body tensed, as if facing a formidable enemy.
From that exchange just now, he had already realized that this young girl’s strength was no weaker than his own.
“Everyone, everyone, please give me some face!”
Before Chu Feng could respond, Xue Wansan, the manager of Misty Rain Pavilion, hurried over with a smiling face, trying to smooth things over. “The Auction is about to begin. If there are any grievances, why not settle them after it ends? Don’t miss out on rare treasures!”
“No need.” Chu Feng glanced at Elder Xu before his gaze settled on Shen Yujiao’s face, which was both furious and shaken. “I’ll kill him myself.”
“And you.”
“Damn it!” Shen Yujiao trembled with anger, her eyes burning with resentment.
“Elder Sister, that cripple is too arrogant! Just because he has a powerful guard, he dares to ignore our Duke Shen Manor!” Shen Yufeng gritted his teeth.
Elder Xu said in a low voice, “Miss, that woman’s strength is unfathomable. This old servant does not have absolute confidence in defeating her.”
“He’s just a useless cripple. So what if he has a strong guard?” Shen Yujiao snorted coldly. “In the capital, there are countless ways to make him die!”
…
Inside the Auction hall, every seat was already filled.
Soon, a woman wearing a tight-fitting cheongsam that perfectly outlined her exquisite figure walked gracefully onto the stage.
She had a classic seductive face, her eyes shimmering with natural allure.
The moment she appeared, many of the less composed noble youths below stared at her, their eyes fixed.
“Wow… quite the vixen,” Chu Feng muttered under his breath.
“Distinguished guests, good evening. I am Yafei, tonight’s auctioneer. Thank you all for coming,” the woman said, her red lips parting slightly. Her voice was soft and enchanting, making one’s bones feel light.
“They arranged such a temptress to host. When the bidding starts, people are going to lose their minds. This Misty Rain Pavilion really knows how to do business,” Chu Feng said with a grin, stroking his chin.
“Your Highness… if I could spend one night with her, I… I’d die without regrets!” Wang Pangzi drooled beside him.
Chu Feng smacked the back of his head, “Pathetic!”
One item after another was presented under Yafei’s alluring introduction, and the bidding rose wave after wave.
However, none of these items caught Chu Feng’s interest.
“Everyone, the next item is somewhat special.”
Yafei smiled mysteriously and lifted the red cloth before her.
A pitch-black broken sword, only about 0.33 meters long, its blade snapped in the middle, appeared before everyone.
“A broken sword?”
“What’s this? Selling junk now? Do they think we’re scrap collectors?”
A wave of discussion and laughter broke out, filled with disdain.
But the moment Chu Feng saw the sword, his eyes narrowed slightly.
For some reason, he felt that this broken sword was anything but ordinary.
At that moment, Yao Ji’s lazy yet seductive voice sounded in his mind, “Kid, buy that broken sword. That thing will be very useful to you.”