CHAPTER 498: CHAPTER 315, EFFEMINATE XIE PIANXIAN!_3

"The laws of the Tao are immutable, and the rules of conduct are clear. If I told you who ordered this, wouldn’t that break the rules?" Mo Fan maintained a strong sense of professionalism.

"Do you know where I come from?" Tang Fei suddenly asked an unrelated question.

"Old Land." Mo Fan replied, "Brother, you must believe in our professionalism... before we engage in this sort of work, we certainly research up to eighteen generations of your ancestors."

"Since you know I come from the Old Land..." Tang Fei’s voice paused slightly, then he said with a laugh, "you should know that we have no rules there."

With a swift motion of the Yin Jiao Sword in his hand, Mo Fan’s neck burst with fresh blood.

Because the Bone Sword was so exceedingly sharp, with one stroke it completely severed his head.

Tang Fei got out of the car holding his head and threw it far away into the garbage dump at the foot of the cliff.

Fate mocks us.

They intended to throw Tang Fei and Sheng Xinhua into the garbage dump, but it was they who were cut in two, their heads chopped off to feed the rats.

Tang Fei’s hands were stained with blood as he held the blood-drenched Yin Jiao Sword and shouted towards the shadows, "Sissy, come on out. Neither man nor woman... what, too ashamed to show your face?"

"You should die," came the venomous voice of the sissy.

"Look at you, so petty," Tang Fei said, "You guys went to great lengths to try to kill me, but you can’t handle a couple of insults?"

The shadow fell silent.

"Your professional standards aren’t up to scratch. You want to kill me, why not do it?" demanded Tang Fei.

"Thinking you can find my true form and make me expose a flaw... wishful thinking," the androgynous voice came again, ebbing and flowing, elusive.

"If you won’t come to me, I’ll come to you," threatened Tang Fei.

"By all means, come at me..."

In the place untouched by moonlight, a figure was ethereally indistinct.

Clad in black, he seemed to merge with the night itself.

Like smoke, like mist.

Present, yet absent.

His gaze fixed on Tang Fei in front of the Octopus Car, he had long since locked on to his body and energy.

With the slightest move, he could respond in an instant.

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt a chill rise behind him.

An ambush.

His heart shocked, it was clear Tang Fei stood before him—how could he have suddenly appeared behind?

Too late to turn and check, he tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, and his body instantly flew more than a dozen yards away.

But the assault did not relent; the sharp chill pursued relentlessly, shadowing his every step.

He depended on his movement technique for success, but what sort of arcane movement technique was this?

This time, he did not dodge or evade.

Pivoting on the spot by one-hundred-eighty degrees, his treasure sword flashed swiftly out of its sheath.

Counter-slash!

This stroke was more dazzling than the moon overhead.

And finally, under the illumination of the sword’s light, Tang Fei glimpsed the true face of the man.

Effeminate, very effeminate.

An oval face, willow leaf-like eyebrows.

Bright eyes, white teeth, pitifully beautiful, exuding an inherent sense of tragic beauty.

One could say she was an extremely good-looking woman.

But if one insisted he was a man, it would be too softly bizarre.

A man with a woman’s appearance.

Tang Fei’s body soared, employing the first stance called Unyielding from the "Netherworld Manual."

This was the stroke he practiced most often and was most familiar with.

His arduous cultivation on White Crane Mountain, tempered in Ghost Prison, endowed his current execution with extraordinary power.

Without sound, without a flash of the sword.

Deep, mysterious, silent, and breathless.

Yet unspeakably terrifying.

Clang!

Steel clashed against steel.

Two potent and dangerous forces exploded outward.

Boom...

That was the sound of sword energy ripping through air and space.

Thud!

Tang Fei and the sissy retreated dozens of meters each before they managed to stop with difficulty.

As a fellow Cultivator, and capable of withstanding his strike...

Tang Fei looked at the sissy and asked aloud, "Who are you?"

"Xie Pianxian."