The weasel unleashes its ultimate attack.
While Dongfang Sheng was in a tense standoff with Lin Chuixiao and the others.
Across the street, in a coffee shop, sat a hot foreign woman.
Dressed in a black leather jacket and pants, she could hardly conceal her full and alluring figure, and a black leather whip sat on the table in front of her.
Her curvaceous figure stretched the leather jacket taut, revealing a glimpse of snow-white skin deep inside the neckline, its depths unfathomable.
However, this equipment could easily evoke certain associations in some people.
The woman's name is Lavezzi, the Thunder Queen, ranked nineteenth on the list of the top 500 assassins.
I traveled all the way to Daxia just to meet Ye Feng.
She found out that Ye Feng was coming to the celebration banquet today, so she waited here specifically.
"Hmph, interesting. It seems I'm not the only one interested in Ye Feng."
The Thunder Queen swirled the crimson wine in her goblet, gazing at the bustling scene outside the glass window, her long, narrow eyes revealing a keen interest.
Besides her, there were many other powerful auras lurking in the shadows, all clearly there for Ye Feng.
"Hey little girl, I like this prop. Let's find a secluded spot and have some fun."
A red-haired thug pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Lavezzi, leering at her.
In a bar, a place where all sorts of people mingle, such attire can easily lead to misunderstandings from others.
Lavezzi stuck out her scarlet tongue and licked her lips, speaking seductively.
"My whip is very fierce, I'm afraid you can't handle it, little brother."
The red-haired thug, his mind clouded by lust, spoke excitedly.
"I like fierce girls, that makes the game more fun."
"Then let's go."
The Thunder Queen stood up, beckoned with her finger, and then walked towards a dark alley behind the bar.
"Damn, he's even more anxious than me."
Yellow Hair couldn't wait to follow.
A minute later, a suppressed scream came from the alley, along with a faint smell of burning.
Huang Mao's friends burst into laughter.
"Damn, this blond guy always likes to play the thrill game."
"This guy is getting more and more freakish."
Right now.
Outside, the Blood Mist Sect members immediately surrounded Lin Chuixiao.
With the air of a scholar, Dongfang Sheng stepped forward with his hands behind his back and spoke calmly.
"Lin Chuixiao, didn't you hear what I said?!"
"Take this banner down immediately. You're provoking the leader of the Blood Mist Sect. Have you considered the consequences?"
Behind him, Qin Ming and the others, united in their hatred, shouted loudly in protest.
"Take it off!"
"Take it off!"
"How dare you provoke the sect leader."
Lin Chuixiao gave a cold laugh and said with a crooked mouth.
"A bunch of trash, you're not worthy to talk to me."
"Call Lin Feng out and tell him I want to challenge him."
"The celebration banquet is about to begin, and he hasn't shown up yet. Could it be that he heard I was coming and is too scared to come out?"
Behind him, a group of elite disciples of the Lin family burst into laughter upon hearing this.
"Ye Feng is a coward."
"Cowardly and weak."
"Haha, they're so scared of our Young Master Lin that they don't even dare to show their faces."
"This is outrageous!"
One of the Blood Mist Sect elites couldn't contain himself and rushed forward to make a move.
As a result, before he could even touch Lin Chuixiao, he was punched away and knocked unconscious on the spot.
This was a sixth-rank Martial Saint, yet he couldn't withstand Lin Chuixiao's attack.
Then, Lin Chuixiao slapped Dongfang Sheng to the ground again, leaving a clear red handprint on his face.
Dongfang Sheng was furious and was about to struggle to get up when Lin Chuixiao stomped him to the ground and said condescendingly.
"What Blood Mist Gate? It's more like a garbage gate."
Beside him, Qin Ming flew into a rage and led his men to charge forward, ready to fight Lin Chuixiao to the death.
As expected, he was knocked to the ground in no time.
"Young man, your name is too vulgar. How about I, the immortal, give you a new one?"
The old weasel struck with lightning speed, its white beard coiling around its opponent like steel wire.
The onlookers couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Lin Chuixiao flew into a rage.
"You damn weasel, I'll skin you alive and pull out your tendons today!"
"You bastard!"
The old weasel hates being called a weasel to its face, and it immediately gets so angry it's practically fuming.
"Mortal, how dare you insult this immortal! Kneel down and repent immediately!"
"Hehehehe... Kill this brat... Hehehehe..."
Behind him, Xiahou Ba, his body engulfed in black, malevolent flames, charged toward Lin Chuixiao.
"Fatty, I'm here."
Fatty Situ's fingers, which were as fat as carrots, moved swiftly across the small abacus made of pure gold.
Sizzle!
Golden beads shot through the air towards Lin Chuixiao, producing a sharp, piercing sound.
Then, Lan Yu also made her move. Her graceful body leaped into the air, delivering a whip kick to Lin Chuixiao, her wide Hanfu skirt fluttering in the wind.
That long, snow-white leg delivered such a fierce and powerful blow, yet it was also a sight to behold.
Luckily, she was wearing leggings underneath, otherwise she really wouldn't have been able to do such a wide split.
Don't underestimate these four just because they aren't highly skilled; they're practically indestructible.
Especially Lan Yu, who rushed back as if nothing had happened after being punched away by Lin Chuixiao.
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