God-Level All-rounder Expert
Chapter 510 - 547: Afraid You Don’t Have the Skills!

Chapter 510: Chapter 547: Afraid You Don’t Have the Skills!

Backstage, the sister duo was resting, with others stationed there as guardians.

Many beautiful women were present backstage, just like the twin sisters — either having just left the stage or preparing to go on — while every so often, a woman with a cool demeanor would patrol the area.

These women possessed an aura different from that of ordinary women; they were composed, and each one was wearing close-fitting clothes that allowed for freedom of movement.

The moment Zhou Wei barged in, the women instantly became aware of his presence and shouted, "No outsiders or irrelevant personnel are allowed here. Leave immediately!"

Zhou Wei smirked coldly and said, "I advise you to step aside quickly, or don’t blame me for being ruthless." His expression was ominous, making him seem infinitely terrifying.

The women exchanged glances, nodded slightly, and then all charged toward Zhou Wei.

"Somewhat skilled! Unfortunately..." Zhou Wei’s smile grew more sinister: "Before me, Zhou Wei, you are all insignificant!"

Zhou Wei, like a hungry wolf, moved into the midst of the besieging women.

One woman took the lead, her fair jade palm swift like the wind, her figure elusive and unpredictable, and her palm alternatively as soft as snowflakes and as hard as steel. In an instant, she was upon Zhou Wei.

But just as her palm was about to strike Zhou Wei, something unexpected occurred. Zhou Wei punched out, forcing the woman’s jade palm to recoil, and she spat out blood with a pale face as she stumbled backward continuously.

"Floating Snow Cloud Palm, so you are disciples of the Desire Sect!" Zhou Wei, like a wolf, scanned the women. In his eyes, they were no more than sheep.

Indeed, it was so; Zhou Wei, the young master of the Iron Fist Sect, whether in terms of martial arts cultivation or Cultivation Technique, was superior to the disciples of the Desire Sect, making his strength overwhelmingly dominant, like crushing them without effort.

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Along a corridor, Fang Yi followed Yanyue. Behind Yanyue, Fang Yi strolled with his hands in his pockets, a wicked smile on his lips, his gaze lingering on Yanyue’s lower body with a hint of fascination.

"Looking won’t take a bite out of you." Fang Yi felt not the slightest bit guilty; on the contrary, he felt entirely justified. "Isn’t that outfit meant to be seen? If I didn’t look, that would be quite disrespectful to her."

Just then, Yanyue quickly took a few steps and suddenly turned around. Fang Yi hit the brakes just in time to avoid bumping into her: "Why’d you stop walking?"

In fact, Yanyue didn’t want to stop, but she couldn’t take it anymore.

All the way, Yanyue had felt the sneak peeks from behind her, and as for where he was looking, she could guess without even having to think.

Originally, Yanyue thought she could tolerate it, but as she endured, the gaze behind her felt so tangible that she couldn’t bear it anymore and had to stop.

"You..." Yanyue said coldly, "stop looking!"

"Looking at what?" Fang Yi’s face was a picture of confusion and incomprehension.

Yanyue was so annoyed she wanted to gnash her teeth, knowing full well that he was feigning ignorance, and said, "You’re going to find those twins anyway, and they’re prettier than me. In any case, no more looking, or beware I might kill you!"

Fang Yi gave a nonchalant "Oh," his face carrying a light smile.

Yanyue was somewhat exasperated, because from his expression, it was clear he didn’t take her warning seriously at all.

Feeling helpless, Yanyue almost stamped her foot in irritation but ultimately did not. She turned around and quickly walked away, yet the swaying motion was captivating enough to leave Fang Yi lingering and entranced.

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Before long, the two finally reached the backstage. Yanyue, who was walking in front, stopped and stepped aside, saying, "Go in. Those twin sisters are inside."

"Aren’t you going in?" Fang Yi asked with a smile.

"I’m not going in." A cold glint shone in Yanyue’s eyes.

Fang Yi nodded, and as Yanyue prepared to leave, suddenly, a figure flew out from the door. It was a woman who crashed against the wall and then slid down, spitting out blood.

Yanyue’s footsteps faltered, her expression changed drastically, and she exclaimed angrily, "Who dares to injure my Desire Sect’s disciple, seeking death!" No sooner had she spoken than Yanyue had charged into backstage.

Fang Yi did not rush inside but approached the injured woman, quickly pressing on several points on her body to calm her internal energy. Grateful, the woman looked at Fang Yi and said, "Thank you."

Fang Yi smiled, then rose and headed toward the interior of the backstage.

Upon entering, Fang Yi’s brow furrowed sharply.

Backstage was in chaos. Several strong-looking women lay on the ground, severely wounded and ashen-faced, just like the woman outside.

The sound of fists and feet filled the air. Fang Yi’s gaze swept across the room, and he saw Yanyue and a man locked in battle.

"Zhou Wei," Fang Yi said slowly, iciness in his eyes.

Just then, cries for help came from beside him, and soon after, two delicate figures rushed over.

"Master!"

"Master!"

The two young girls clung to Fang Yi from both sides, fully monopolizing both of his arms. Fang Yi felt his body wrapped in their softness, stirring a bit of restlessness in his heart.

While Fang Yi was pleasantly enjoying the moment, he noticed Yanyue spin around and backtrack in retreat, her steps disorganized, struggling to control her body as she nearly fell. Seeing this, Fang Yi immediately withdrew his arms from the embrace of the twins and stepped forward.

Fang Yi executed the Divine Travel Steps, and in a flash, he was behind Yanyue. He reached out his arms and encircled Yanyue’s waist, turning in unison with her, her form floating gracefully.

After landing, Yanyue’s arms had already found their way onto Fang Yi’s shoulders, also wrapping around his neck.

The two were in close contact, Yanyue’s cheeks flaring with a trace of redness. She quickly disentangled herself from Fang Yi, who did not resist, having already taken advantage of the situation.

Yanyue felt a moment’s shyness but then her gaze shifted to Zhou Wei, and she coldly said, "You’re from the Iron Fist Sect! Why have you come here to cause trouble? Don’t you know this is the territory of the Desire Sect?"

Zhou Wei chuckled and said, "Indeed, it is the Desire Sect. I’ve heard that the women of the Desire Sect are quite flavorful. You aren’t bad yourself, tsk tsk. As for my presence, it’s naturally for those two sisters."

Yanyue’s expression darkened, "Those sisters have already been claimed."

"Oh? By who? Spit it out, and I’ll kill their master," Zhou Wei said nonchalantly.

Yanyue was about to reply when Fang Yi suddenly raised his hand and patted Yanyue’s shoulder. Yanyue was taken aback, not sure why, but she wasn’t angry—perhaps because he had just intervened on her behalf.

Fang Yi took a step forward, standing in front of Zhou Wei, and said indifferently, "The two of them belong to me. If you dare, try to kill me. But sadly for you, I fear you lack the ability."

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