NOVPUBThe young man didn’t look very old, dressed in a yellow robe, slightly corpulent in figure.
Two awe-inspiring elders followed behind him.
The youth approached Xu Zimei and patted the Dark Heaven Tiger’s back, smiling as he said, "Friend, this mount of yours looks quite impressive.
There seems to be some Wild Desolation bloodline in it."
"It was a gift," Xu Zimei said with a nod and a smile.
"How about you name a price and sell it to me, friend? I really like this mount," the youth said with a grin.
"It’s not for sale," Xu Zimei replied, shaking his head slightly.
"Do you recognize me, friend?" the youth asked with a light chuckle.
"Have we met before?" Xu Zimei asked, frowning slightly.
Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Wang Huikun next to him gently tugged at Xu Zimei’s sleeve.
He whispered a reminder, "His name is Feiyu Chang Hong, and his sister is Feiyu Qingyun."
Xu Zimei pondered briefly, then shook his head and said, "Never heard of them."
"You haven’t heard of Feiyu Qingyun? She’s Xiang Kunlun’s fiancée," Wang Huikun quickly explained.
"And who the hell is Xiang Kunlun?" Xu Zimei felt increasingly confused.
Wang Huikun looked at Xu Zimei as if he were looking at a strange creature and took a long time before he could utter a few words.
"The contemporary Saint Heir of the Heavenly Emperor Gate."
"Oh," Xu Zimei responded indifferently with a nod, then asked, "Am I very familiar with him?"
"Probably not, after all, such figures are not ones we can come into contact with," Wang Huikun speculated.
"If we’re not close, then why should I sell my mount to him?
Just because he’s uglier than me?" Xu Zimei asked, puzzled.
"Friend, how can you still not understand?
Xiang Kunlun’s brother-in-law is not someone we can afford to offend," Wang Huikun hurriedly held Xu Zimei back as he spoke.
"Besides, I heard that Feiyu Qingyun is very fond of her only brother."
"What’s that got to do with me?" Xu Zimei said, shaking his head.
"Why can’t I explain this to you," Wang Huikun said anxiously.
"It’s just a mount, give it to him. For people like us loose cultivators, staying alive is more important than anything.
In the days of old, neither Firmament Emperor nor Emperor Taiyuan were anything but loose cultivators who became Emperors.
Believe me, although we may have been born ordinary and lowly, there are many paths to altering fate.
Even ordinary people have their greatness."
Wang Huikun seemed to be speaking from the depths of his heart, and his emotions were just getting to the right pitch as he uttered a line.
"Come autumn, on the eighth of September, after I bloom, a hundred flowers shall perish at my hand."
Seeing Wang Huikun in such a fervent state, it seemed as though he were the man destined to defy fate.
Xu Zimei remained silent for a moment then finally said softly, "Who told you that I am a loose cultivator?"
"Aren’t you?"
"No."
"Then who are you?"
"The contemporary Saint Heir of the True Martial Holy Sect."
"The one with four Emperors?"
"Right!"
...…
At that moment, the atmosphere seemed to fall into a strange silence.
"You’re kidding?" Wang Huikun looked at Xu Zimei, his expression indescribable as he spoke.
"You never asked before," Xu Zimei said.
"Then you two big shots talk, I’ve intruded," Wang Huikun silently retreated to one side.
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"I say, what are you two whispering about?" the young man in the yellow robe, Feiyu Changhong, looked at Xu Zimei, frowning as he asked.
"Nothing much, just that I don’t plan on selling you the mount," Xu Zimei replied.
Feiyu Changhong fell silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "I really like your personality, but a bold character needs to be backed by one’s own strength."
He slightly waved his hand and the two elders behind him stepped forward with overwhelming presence.
Both of these elders were of the Emperor Pulse Realm.
This showed just how favored Feiyu Changhong was.
Beings of the Divine Vein Realm were basically the strongest in a sect, besides the ancestors who seldom appeared.
And those of the Saint Vein Realm, they were often the core elders or even the Sect Master of a force, such beings would definitely not serve as bodyguards.
To have two beings of the Emperor Pulse Realm as protectors, one could say it was the limit.
...
"Boy, if you don’t toast, you’ll have to drink a forfeit," the elder on the left said menacingly as he stepped forward.
The aura of the Emperor Pulse Realm surged around him.
"You, why choose to be a dog when you could be anything else?" Xu Zimei shook his head and said.
"Someone like you has reached the end of your path in the Martial Arts in this lifetime."
"You’re courting death," the elder’s expression changed slightly, and he launched an attack at Xu Zimei.
With a loud "bang," Xu Zimei slapped the elder, sending him flying.
Seeing this, the elder on the right quickly stepped back, looking at Xu Zimei in shock.
"What’s the matter, scared?" Xu Zimei said with a light chuckle.
The elder took a deep breath, his aura rising boldly as a cluster of black mist appeared above his head.
A True Fate Emergence manifested behind him, the black mist churning and rolling in midair, followed by a loud "boom" as the mist attacked Xu Zimei.
Within the mist, a pair of eyes flickered dark and bright.
"A futile struggle," Xu Zimei gently shook his head.
Once again, he clapped his hands and, amidst the eruption of Spiritual Energy, shattered the black mist.
An agonized scream followed, and the elder’s figure was completely annihilated.
...
After killing the two men, Xu Zimei turned his attention to Feiyu Changhong.
Instead of appearing nervous, the latter smiled at Xu Zimei, "Not bad, you’re much stronger than I imagined."
"And then?" Xu Zimei asked, somewhat amused.
"But you’ve provoked me, and it won’t end well for you.
You’re lucky today and have saved your life," Feiyu Changhong said with a cold snort.
Xu Zimei chuckled and shook his head, then looked at Feiyu Changhong with a calm gaze and asked, "Are you afraid of dying?"
"You dare to kill me?" Feiyu Changhong’s gaze sharpened, followed by a scornful laugh.
"Aren’t you scared of my brother-in-law?"
Xu Zimei didn’t speak, just took steps towards Feiyu Changhong.
Without any aura around him, this very scene was enough to put immense pressure on Feiyu Changhong’s heart.
"What are you trying to do?" he asked, stepping back warily.
"So, you’re also afraid of death," Xu Zimei said slowly as he drew Tyrant Shadow from his back.
"If you kill me, you won’t be able to get out of the Tianluan Domain alive," Feiyu Changhong said gravely.
"You needn’t worry about that," Xu Zimei said.
He looked at Feiyu Changhong and stepped up to him.
Slowly raising Tyrant Shadow in his hand, he lightly laughed, "Do you know, my big blade has been thirsting for a long while now."
The moment the blade fell, a dark glow appeared around Feiyu Changhong.
The glow blocked Xu Zimei’s attack and then shot up into the sky.
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