Chapter 687 - 183: Zhang Tianhao, Come and Meet Your Death

Chapter 687: Chapter 183: Zhang Tianhao, Come and Meet Your Death

The red threads were even faster than Chu Fan, on the verge of trapping him in mid-air.

Just then—

WHOOSH!

A cluster of ethereal blue flames ignited on the red threads out of thin air, without any warning.

The flames seemed to have no heat, yet they emanated a terrifying aura capable of incinerating souls.

SIZZLE!

Upon touching the flames, the indestructible Emotional Silks blazed like dry grass and turned to ash in the blink of an eye.

"Lord Leng, what is the meaning of this?"

The beautiful woman in the palace gown frowned, waving her hand to disperse the residual flames and retracting her Emotional Silk.

She looked up, her gaze cutting across the crowd to land directly on the ice-mountain beauty on the Demon Suppression Bureau’s high platform—Demon Suppression Envoy Leng Qingqiu.

The next moment, Leng Qingqiu’s emotionless voice echoed through the air, reaching everyone’s ears with perfect clarity. "I can overlook your Emotional Silk Sect playing with people’s hearts on a normal day. But to dare lay a hand on someone from my Demon Suppression Bureau now... do you think the blade in my, Leng Qingqiu’s, hand is not sharp?"

The palace-robed woman’s heart skipped a beat, but she forced an awkward smile onto her face. "Lord Leng, you exaggerate. How would the Emotional Silk Sect dare to provoke the might of the Demon Suppression Bureau? It was merely some squabbling among the younger generation..."

She paused, her tone shifting slightly. "Besides, as far as I know, that young lady who fell into your emotional trap is not an official member of the Demon Suppression Bureau, is she?"

"Li Qingxue is my, Leng Qingqiu’s, newly accepted disciple." Leng Qingqiu’s indifferent voice rang out once more, striking like a clap of thunder and stunning the entire arena into silence. "Your disciple, Hong Mei’Er, laid a hand on my disciple. Is she tired of living?"

"What?!"

The smile on the palace-robed woman’s face instantly froze, replaced by a deathly silence.

The members of the Seven Stars Gang were both shocked and overjoyed, looking at Li Qingxue in disbelief.

’A disciple of Demon Suppression Envoy Leng Qingqiu?’

’This is a heaven-sent opportunity, like a carp leaping over the dragon gate!’

Li Qingxue covered her mouth, wanting to speak but holding back.

Although her emotions had been controlled just moments ago, her mind was now clear. She naturally knew she had been schemed against.

She just never imagined that the high and mighty Lord Leng would publicly acknowledge this relationship to protect her.

In the span of a few sentences, Chu Fan had already swept forward in a gale, closing in on the people from the Emotional Silk Sect with killing intent.

He couldn’t land a blow immediately, only because the palace-robed woman was blocking his path.

Hiding behind the beautiful woman, Hong Mei’Er peeked out. Seeing the murderous Chu Fan, she showed no fear. Instead, she covered her mouth with a coquettish laugh, her charm bone-deep. "Oh my, I was just joking. Why so angry, Young Master Chu?"

She batted her seductive eyes, her voice soft and sweet. "Your senior sister is deeply in love with you. It must be so painful for her, unable to have you, bottling up all that suffering inside."

"I was just helping her release the feelings in her heart, letting her get it all out..."

"Speaking of which, I was helping you two get together. You should be thanking me, not trying to kill me. You’re making me very sad!"

In the distance, Li Qingxue’s face flushed crimson upon hearing this.

The shame and anger of having her private feelings exposed in public made her wish she could find a hole to crawl into and hide.

Chu Fan stood his ground, staring at Hong Mei’Er’s coquettish face. The corners of his mouth suddenly curled up, revealing his stark white teeth in a grin. "Thank you? Of course, I should thank you."

"I’ll thank your eight generations of ancestors!!"

BOOM!

The moment the words left his mouth, Chu Fan completely ignored the palace-robed woman in front of him.

He knew full well that with Leng Qingqiu’s Divine Sense locked on, this expert from the Emotional Silk Sect would never dare to attack him.

If she dared to make a move, the Demon Suppression Envoy could seize the opportunity to strike and suppress her on the spot!

Just as expected—Chu Fan’s figure blurred, moving as fast as a phantom.

A claw strike, brimming with explosive power and screaming as it tore through the air, bypassed the palace-robed woman and went straight for Hong Mei’Er’s throat!

The palace-robed woman remained seated, unmoving!

"You..."

Chu Fan’s attack was utterly ruthless, showing not a shred of pity for the fairer sex!

Hong Mei’Er was one of the best among those at the peak of the Bright Heart Realm. Seeing this Divine Power Realm brat actually dare to attack, a trace of contempt flashed in her eyes.

She giggled, her body twisting like a boneless snake as she dodged the fatal blow from an uncanny angle.

"Hee hee hee, can’t catch me..." Hong Mei’Er came to a stop several dozen feet away, still giggling coquettishly.

A cold glint flashed in Chu Fan’s eyes as he was about to give chase.

"That’s enough, Chu Fan. Come back."

Leng Qingqiu’s placid voice came again, laced with an undeniable authority. "This is the Martial Arts Arena, after all. The rules must still be followed."

"If you want to kill her, there’s no need to rush. You’ll have plenty of chances to settle the score later, whether you meet in the arena or inside the Secret Realm."

Chu Fan’s forward momentum came to an abrupt halt.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the murderous intent churning within him.

Slowly, he turned around and gave Hong Mei’Er a silent look with eyes as cold as if he were staring at a dead person.

There were no harsh words, no roars of anger.

But that single glance sent a chill down the spine of the still-giggling Hong Mei’Er, and her laughter died in her throat.

Chu Fan withdrew his gaze and, without another word, turned and walked back toward the Seven Stars Gang’s area.

’Lord Leng is right,’ he thought. ’There’s no need to rush.’

’She’s protected by her sect’s expert here. I can’t kill Hong Mei’Er.’

’If I really make a scene, it will only cause chaos and ruin the Demon Suppression Bureau’s plans.’

’Hong Mei’Er, Sword Traceless, Ah Linglong...’

’These people were already on the kill list he shared with the Demon Suppression Bureau.’

Back then, he had used the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to devour the Zhang Family Ancestor’s Soul Division that was possessing Zhang Ling’Er. After reading its memories, he had uncovered a shocking secret—the so-called "prodigies" from these major sects and Noble Families were all pawns planted by the Moon Worship Sect!

In a few more years, all of those sects would fall completely into the hands of the Moon Worship Sect!

And the Zhang Family’s plans for the Burial Immortal Valley rested on these very people!

It would be difficult to kill them justifiably in this highly anticipated arena.

After all, they had sect Guardians behind them, and the referee would intervene the moment they conceded.

But...

Chu Fan clenched his fist slightly, his knuckles letting out a series of sharp CRACKS.

’Once this round of the grand competition is over and the Profound Origin Secret Realm opens, that will be the true Asura Scene!’

’When that time comes, not a single one of these Moon Worship Sect bastards will leave alive!’

The Demon Suppression Bureau was letting them live for now only because they also didn’t know the whereabouts or ownership of the Burial Immortal Valley’s "key." They had no choice but to play along, allowing the Zhang Family’s plan to proceed and using these people to open the gates of the Burial Immortal Valley.