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Chapter 417 -: A Rage for a Beauty [14 - s]

Chapter 417: Chapter: A Rage for a Beauty [14 Chapters]

"Feng’er, are you alright?"

"Don’t move, the rib is broken!"

Xie Anfeng gasped as he glared coldly at the dog couple on the white horse and roared, "Where are the Xie Family’s experts? All of you, attack and disable this little bastard."

"Yes, Young Master!"

At the periphery, several dozen people stood up from their tables, clearly vigorous practitioners with swelling at their temples. They catapulted towards Xiao Zheng with fierce looks, ready to strike.

Family Head Mo’s face was also an ashen blue, as his daughter’s wedding had been disrupted like this. Not only did the boy beat Xie Anfeng, but he also had his daughter in his embrace, which was undoubtedly a disgrace to the Mo Family.

"Where are the experts of the Mo Family? You too, attack!"

"Yes, Family Head!"

Another few dozen people stood up, slightly less imposing than the Xie Family’s experts, but outnumbering them.

The experts from both sides formed a circle around them, gritting their teeth and pacing, some hesitation visible due to the presence of Mo Anna in Xiao Zheng’s arms.

Mo Anna looked at nearly a hundred masters, all notable figures in the northern martial arts community. If they swarmed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

She quickly wiped away her tears and stammered, "Ah Zheng, you better go, you can’t beat them."

"Anna!"

Xiao Zheng shamelessly whispered her name and even planted a kiss on her small face to comfort her, saying, "They’re all trash, how could they be Laozi’s match? Rest assured."

"Hmph!"

Mo Anna burst into tears, moved by the fact that Xiao Zheng dared to defy the entire world, crashing the wedding to rescue her from the Bitter Sea.

The second reason was fear; the man she loved, if he were to die under chaotic blades, she would want to die as well.

Without him, life would be meaningless.

"Ah Zheng, listen to Sister Mo, go back! Even if I die, I won’t let Xie Anfeng succeed, rest assured."

What?

Everyone was shocked; damn, there were indeed hidden troubles.

The members of the Mo Family suddenly understood why Mo Anna’s eyes were filled with reluctance; she had been planning to take her own life.

The courage for love was admirable, but there’s a time for everything.

To say such a thing in full view of the public, where would the face of the Xie Family be? And where would the face of the Mo Family be?

Indeed.

Xie Anfeng’s face turned the color of eggplant, overwhelmed with anger, he spat out a mouthful of blood and screamed hysterically, "What are you all waiting for? Attack!"

"Roar..."

Nearly a hundred masters finally stopped circling and, cracking their knuckles, advanced ominously towards Xiao Zheng.

"Hahaha..."

"Zzzt!"

Xiao Zheng threw back his head and laughed wildly, drawing his saber, sneering at the masters, and shouted fiercely, "Laozi recognizes you, but Laozi’s saber doesn’t. Are you tired of living?"

"Insolence!"

An old man with white beard and hair holding Double Swords lunged towards Xiao Zheng, taking the initiative to strike and haughtily said, "I am Dugu Ao, elder of the Heavenly Mountain Sect—first a taste of your brilliance!"

As he spoke, his swords trembled urgently, aimed at Xiao Zheng with a deviously tricky angle, particularly difficult because the two swords could switch between feint and actual attack at any moment.

"Tch!"

Xiao Zheng snorted disdainfully, pulled on the reins, and his horse leaped forward. He taunted, "At your age, you could’ve learned anything good, yet you chose to be despicable, and worse, doubly despicable!"

The saber drew a Sword Flower, cleaving and reaching out like lightning, two seamless moves flowing like water, not only knocking away the Double Swords but also cutting towards Dugu Ao’s left arm with a whistling wind.

"Zzzt... Pfft"

Dugu Ao, suspended in the air with no leverage, failed to dodge in time and was slashed by the blade, his left arm along with blood and flesh flew off.

"Ahh!"

"Dugu Ao? Heh, from now on, you’ll be called Dugu Can (the disabled)!"

Xiao Zheng’s face turned cold as he looked down at the gathered masters, impatiently saying, "Those who won’t accept this, come at me all at once. Laozi doesn’t have that much time to waste with you!"

"You’re courting death, brat!"

Experts from both families were furious as they charged forward to surround and attack Xiao Zheng.

They had seen arrogant figures, but never anyone as brazen as him! This guy truly didn’t regard anyone in his eyes.

"Wuu wuu wuu..."

Tears streamed down Mo Anna’s face as she looked at him with profound affection, urgently pleading, "Ah Zheng, you must flee. These are all renowned experts in Jianghu; you alone can’t possibly withstand them all. Please don’t throw your life away, okay?"

Xiao Zheng, with one hand on his sword and the other wiping away her tears, said resolutely, "For you, Xiao Zheng fears neither life nor death!"

"Uh..."

Mo Anna stared at him foolishly as tears spilled from her eyes once again. Her silly little brother was adorable in his foolishness.

Since meeting him, he never uttered sweet nothings, nor did he deign to coax me.

For me, he fears neither life nor death?

Worthy of being the man that Sister Mo fancied: full of backbone, responsible, and possessing an air of supremacy that scorns the whole world.

But if he were to die here, what meaning would there be for me to live on?

In the arena.

There were three middle-aged men with similar appearances, each wielding a Soul-hooking Axe, rushing toward him in haste, clearly triplets.

"The three ghosts of Xiangxi are here, brat. Stop being so reckless!"

"Hmm?"

Xiao Zheng’s brows furrowed deeply because he smelled a strong stench of decay. If he wasn’t mistaken, they must be descendants of those who practice the corpse-driving art.

The three Soul-hooking Axes cleaved through the air like phantoms, striking from three directions, each move carrying the same chilling aura.

The eldest of the Xiangxi ghosts was the first to change his attack, sweeping the Soul-hooking Axe towards Xiao Zheng’s throat.

The second and third brothers also moved opportunistically, altering their angles to smash lightning-fast towards vital points.

"Claiming souls and seizing lives, now is the moment!"

"The three ghosts of Xiangxi? More like dead ghosts!"

Undaunted, Xiao Zheng pulled the reins, and his white horse sprang out, dodging the fatal strike. Circling rapidly, he charged back, raising his Tang sword and sweeping it at the three ghosts of Xiangxi, drawing a wide arc.

With Gang Qi enhancing it, the Tang sword flashed like lightning across the three ghosts’ chests.

"Shishishi...."

The grating sounds of flesh being cut and bones being ground echoed, revealing the sliced-open chests of the Xiangxi ghosts, their bones visible through the gashes.

"Damn it!"

One single stroke, and the Xiangxi ghosts had their ribcages split open, blood spraying everywhere with a stench fouling the air.

The three of them clutched their chests, seething with rage. Today had been a huge embarrassment; they exchanged glances that were fraught with intense animosity.

"Yin Yang Bell, Soul Summoning Banner, out!"

"Yes, big brother!"

Following the short roar, the three transformed, their ghostly aura spreading like demons, oppressive and heavy.

The eldest stood firm while the second took off the Yin Yang Bell from his waist, and the third drew the Soul Summoning Banner from behind him.

In an instant, the joyous banquet hall turned into a mourning hall with the bell ringing and the white banner flailing.

"Ding ding dang dang..."

"Huu huu huu huu..."

This is nuts.

Xiao Zheng was rather speechless, amazed that they could come up with the idea to use tools for the dead on the living.

Undeniably, these were tactics to distract the ears and eyes; the bell’s ringing was piercing, and the shadow of the banner was dispiriting.

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