Chapter 473 - 472: I Wasn’t a Match Before, But Now I Am

Chapter 473: Chapter 472: I Wasn’t a Match Before, But Now I Am

Though martial arts weren’t her strong suit, no one from Kunlun Mountain was a pushover. With a sickening squelch, the dagger in her hand plunged straight into the man’s heart!

The man stared at Mu Qingyun, his eyes filled with disbelief. In the next instant, his pupils dilated, and he collapsed limply to the ground, dead.

The bald man behind them saw this and chuckled sinisterly. "Heh heh... so you’re a Martial Artist. I really underestimated you. Come, let me have a go!"

With that, he began to close in on Mu Qingyun.

The man with the braids chimed in smugly from behind. "Do you have any idea who this lord is? Let me tell you, a lower demon of Satan.

Do you know what his cultivation is? Tier One Daoist Saint! Your piddling little tricks are nothing before him. You might as well just die!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the bald man flickered. In the blink of an eye, he was at Mu Qingyun’s side, reaching for her shoulder.

Mu Qingyun raised her dagger to stab him, but a powerful pressure instantly enveloped her.

In an instant, Mu Qingyun felt as if she were bound by ten thousand chains, her body rendered immobile. She could only watch helplessly as the bald man’s claw-like hand shot toward her shoulder.

But just then, a fist suddenly shot out from behind him and slammed into the bald man’s head.

With an explosive crack, the bald man’s head was blasted apart. Blood sprayed more than three feet high. His body fell to the ground, twitched for a moment, and then went still.

Just then, Ye Lingtian’s cold voice rang out from behind. "A mere Tier One Daoist Saint thought he could run rampant here? Unworthy."

The man with the braids looked like his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. ’Holy shit, he’s that strong? He can blow up a Tier One Daoist Saint, a lower demon, with just one punch?’

It took him a long moment to react. He turned and fled, roaring through clenched teeth as he ran:

"You dare kill a Lower Demon Lord! You just wait! Just you wait!"

With that, he quickly disappeared down the end of the hallway.

Mu Qingyun turned her head, looked at Ye Lingtian, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Grandpa!"

Ye Lingtian looked at Mu Qingyun and shook his head. "Ah, child. Your cultivation is far too weak. You should consummate your union with Ye Feng as soon as possible to improve it!"

Mu Qingyun’s face instantly flushed crimson. ’How did we end up on this topic again?’

Ye Lingtian smiled at Mu Qingyun. "I was so focused on trapping people—er, no, I mean, so focused on helping Ye Feng and that girl get together—that I barely ate. I’m starving. Why don’t we go grab something to eat?"

Seeing Mu Qingyun nod, the two of them turned and left.

After using the restroom, Mu Qingyun returned to the room’s entrance and heard the strange sounds from inside still continuing.

Mu Qingyun blushed and muttered to herself, "What’s taking them so long? Is Ye Feng insane? Did he forget this is Qingwu’s first time?"

The moment she finished speaking, a flurry of footsteps echoed in the hallway, and a group of people came storming over.

Leading them was a blond man with a vicious face, his bulging muscles a silent testament to his power!

The moment the blond man appeared, an aura far more terrifying than the bald man’s instantly filled the air. The temperature in the hallway seemed to drop several degrees.

Bathed in that oppressive aura, Mu Qingyun felt her breathing grow heavy. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

She knew this newcomer was no weakling. With her level of strength, she couldn’t possibly withstand him. Left with no choice, she knocked on the door and shouted urgently:

"Ye Feng! Qingwu! A powerful expert is here!"

The sounds from the room came to an abrupt stop.

By this time, the group had already rushed to the door. The man with the braids pointed at Mu Qingyun and snarled through clenched teeth:

"Master, it was this bitch’s accomplice who killed the Lower Demon Lord!"

The blond man pointed a finger at Mu Qingyun and barked a cold order:

"Kill her!"

Several men behind him roared their assent and began advancing on Mu Qingyun.

The goat skull tattoos on their left chests were stark and eye-catching—

they were followers of Satan.

Before the men even got close, Mu Qingyun felt a terrifying pressure wash over her. She didn’t even have the strength to lift her dagger; she could only watch helplessly as they closed in.

But at that very moment, the door opened. A girl with slightly disheveled clothes stepped forward, blocking Mu Qingyun and facing the men with a cold voice:

"Get lost!"

It was Feng Qingwu.

Mu Qingyun’s face instantly turned pale. She tugged on Feng Qingwu’s sleeve and shouted urgently:

"Qingwu, your cultivation is about the same as mine, but they are all Tier One Daoist Saint experts! You’re no match for them at all! Go back inside and get Ye Feng!"

But Feng Qingwu just smiled faintly and said, "I wasn’t a match for them before, but I am now!"

At this, a man in black stomped his feet, lunged at Feng Qingwu, and roared, "You’re staying right here!"

With that, he swung his fist, bringing it down ruthlessly toward Feng Qingwu’s head.

From behind, Mu Qingyun couldn’t help but cry out in alarm, "Qingwu!"

The next moment, her heart sank to the pit of her stomach. She knew Feng Qingwu was done for—completely finished.

But what happened next made her eyes go wide in astonishment.