Chapter 2178 - 2167: Aren’t You Going to Thank Me, You Swine?

Moreover, my master Dongka, though revered as the Lord of the Four Corners, has never treated me as a subordinate but rather as a fellow in the master-disciple relationship.

Immediately, a surge of anger rose on Dongfang Ziyue’s somber face, and the aura of the Sub-Saint Realm burst forth, indicating a willingness to engage in a fight at the slightest disagreement.

Xiluo, naturally sensed Dongfang Ziyue’s change and wanted such a result. He wanted Dongfang Ziyue to offend him actively, so he would have a justifiable reason to eliminate her.

Having thought through, Xiluo’s mocking expression intensified, and his tone became extremely taunting: "What’s the matter, is there anything wrong with what this Lord said? In this Lord’s eyes, you are merely a servant, or do you intend to rebel against your superior and act against me, the Lord of the Four Corners!?"

His words further stimulated Dongfang Ziyue’s pride, and the long-suppressed anger against Xiluo burned away the last shred of her reasoning.

"How dare you speak insolently, do I, Dongfang Ziyue, care what kind of Lord of the Four Corners you are!"

"Whoosh!"

The Green Phoenix Sword gleamed with a chilling light in the dim Book Pavilion, aimed directly at Xiluo’s throat, which bore a mocking smile.

Dongfang Ziyue’s fury was palpable, while Lin Zifeng stood behind her with a calm expression, quietly observing their drama. The sinister triumph gleamed in Xiluo’s triangular eyes couldn’t escape Lin Zifeng’s keen sight.

"Master Dongfang, please calm your anger."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Zifeng quickly moved forward, grabbing Dongfang Ziyue’s sword hand with haste. With his back to Xiluo, he signaled Dongfang Ziyue to temporarily restrain herself.

Since he was in front of Xiluo, Lin Zifeng did not want to reveal his strength, so he deliberately staggered back a few steps, seemingly overwhelmed, and gradually stopped.

Blocked by Lin Zifeng, Dongfang Ziyue’s mind cooled slightly, and reflecting on her action, fear mingled with her anger.

Regardless of whether her sword could hurt Xiluo, if it did, and Xiluo intended to kill her, she would have a hard time defending herself.

Moreover, to assume the position of one of the Four Lords, besides his insidiously vile character, Xiluo had undeniable strength!

With a cold snort, Dongfang Ziyue regained her indifferent demeanor, slowly sheathing the Green Phoenix Sword and turning away, not wishing to speak further with Xiluo.

Seeing this, Xiluo’s face showed anger, but internally he was already feeling triumphant; Dongfang Ziyue’s sword aimed at him was intended to kill, yet this blind slave had obstructed it!

Before he could speak, Lin Zifeng steadied himself, wearing a light smile, and turned to say, "Lord Xiluo is truly domineering. Is it possible that my master in your view is merely a lowly..."

The speech was cut short by Xiluo’s furious roar: "Impudent! What are you but a slave? In front of this Lord, you are inferior to pigs and dogs, yet you dare to call this Lord by name—courting death!"

Before the last words finished, Xiluo took the lead to attack, his palm gleamed with green spiritual energy, accompanied by a sharp screeching gust, targeted towards Lin Zifeng’s chest.

Facing the imminent strike, Lin Zifeng’s face showed fear and surprise, yet his narrowed eyes were already appraising Xiluo’s strength.

Sub-Saint Realm Seventh Layer... actually dares to insult me!?

Though my status is deemed as a slave by Dongfang Ziyue, it doesn’t mean others can indeed treat me as such.

In a flash, the green luminescence approached, Lin Zifeng quickly turned to seek Dongfang Ziyue’s opinion.

Regarding strength, even if there were two Xiluo, they wouldn’t be a match for me. But if I were to severely injure or kill Xiluo, given his status, I might be besieged to death by the Beiyao Clan.

After deliberation, Dongfang Ziyue discreetly shook her head, upon seeing this, Lin Zifeng’s lightly smiling face showed a hint of displeasure.

Looks like I’m bound to endure this strike...

Despite the displeasure, Lin Zifeng didn’t sit still; if Xiluo landed this strike properly, an ordinary person would be in grave danger, with potentially fractured ribs.

Immediately, Lin Zifeng’s face darkened, space gravity surged out, though the intensity was considerably controlled by him to be weaker.

Xiluo originally swift-moving body briefly paused, his raised right palm also slanted due to the gravity.

Seeing this, Lin Zifeng quickly feigned fear, turning away to dodge behind Dongfang Ziyue.

Even so, how could Lin Zifeng let a woman block a strike for him? Instantly, he left a flaw, allowing Xiluo’s spiritual energy-filled palm to hit his left shoulder.

"Ah..."

A scream echoed, the attack at this level was negligible to Lin Zifeng, yet he acted deeply pained, his features contorted, leveraging the impact to fall towards Dongfang Ziyue.

"Boom...ah!"

In an unguarded moment, Dongfang Ziyue was knocked down by Lin Zifeng, landing onto the floor, exclaiming involuntarily.

She initially assumed given Lin Zifeng’s capability, enduring a strike wouldn’t be significant; who knew he would act so convincingly, with a face once angular now twisted together and soaked in cold sweat.

Dongfang Ziyue was astonished; on her stood Lin Zifeng whose expression showed pain, but inwardly he was secretly chuckling.

This strike was definitely worthwhile...

Murmuring internally, Lin Zifeng’s nose was filled with Dongfang Ziyue’s unique fragrance, his hands sensing the soft and boneless warmth.

A moment later, Dongfang Ziyue realized that the man’s entire body was resting heavily on her!

Amidst the anger, Dongfang Ziyue’s delicate face turned slightly crimson; since her birth, no male had ever been in such close contact with her.

"Get off me!"

A gentle cry; Lin Zifeng awoke abruptly, hurriedly sprang up, tidying his slightly disordered outfit.

Just now tumbling onto Dongfang Ziyue, it was entirely accidental; blame lay solely on Xiluo’s rash attack without any respect.

Before Dongfang Ziyue could stand upright, Xiluo snorted coldly, flicked his long sleeve, disdainfully saying: "Hmph, considering your impending doom, this Lord spares your lousy life; killing you will only dirty my hands."

Pigs and dogs...

Lin Zifeng, who was feigning pain earlier, immediately turned to a gloomy expression, his side-glance at Xiluo now brimming with murderous intent.

In the mortal world, those who dared curse me weren’t absent; nonetheless, their fate was always grim. Unexpectedly, in the Beiyao Ancient Clan, a mere Sub-Saint dares to lecture me!

Though Lin Zifeng seemed carefree, his heart was quite cold. Helping Dongfang Ziyue appeared generous, but primarily, he aimed to investigate if the last generation’s woman, Meng Bingyun, was his biological mother.

Lin Zifeng sulked silently, inwardly contemplating how to avenge today’s strike, already sentencing Xiluo to death!

Both kept quiet, yet Xiluo grew more furious, his voice chilling: "Pigs and dogs, this Lord spares your lowly life, aren’t you quickly expressing gratitude!"