CHAPTER 885: CHAPTER 885: CRISIS DESCENDS

The next moment.

Several figures emerged from the forest; leading them was a young man with a shallow complexion.

His gaze was burning and fixated straight on the Thunder Wing White Tiger, with greed almost overflowing from his eyes.

After looking up at Mo Yan and the others, his smile became even more obscene: "I heard the Thunder Wing White Tiger was killed. I was wondering who it was; turns out it’s you guys?"

Mo Yan’s face turned ugly at the sight of the newcomers.

"Zhao Xiaofeng, you’re not welcome here. Please leave!"

Xu Man came to Chen Nan’s side and whispered, "This Zhao Xiaofeng is a spoiled young master. He relies on his family’s influence in Ten Thousand Beasts City to bully and oppress others."

"He had his eyes on me before and harassed us several times, but was always stopped by Brother Mo. I’m afraid he won’t let us off easy this time."

After speaking, a look of shame and anger appeared on her face, clearly showing her disgust for Zhao Xiaofeng.

Zhao Xiaofeng chuckled, casually flicking his bangs in a pretentious manner, and looked at Xu Man with self-indulgence: "Miss Xu Man, we meet again. It must be fate. My bed at home is big and soft; would you like to come and see it?"

He then turned his gaze to Mu Wanqing, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth and shamelessly licking his lips: "Of course, if Miss Wanqing can join, the three of us can have a marvelous time together."

Mu Wanqing couldn’t stand such licentious words and shrank behind Chen Nan.

But Xu Man was bold, gritting her teeth and poised to fight Zhao Xiaofeng: "If you dare to spout nonsense again, I’ll cut out your tongue!"

Mo Yan’s face was grim as he stepped forward, releasing the aura of a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage level seven: "Zhao Xiaofeng, don’t go too far. We’ve always minded our own business. Do you really want to tear us apart?"

Ordinarily, Zhao Xiaofeng knew these people were not to be trifled with, so he’d settle for some verbal jabs, but this time he was uncharacteristically cold, his eyes as sinister as those of a venomous snake.

"Mo Yan, do you really think I’m afraid of you? My father has invited a worshiper recently; today the Thunder Wing White Tiger is mine, and I want those two women too!"

As Zhao Xiaofeng finished speaking, two individuals suddenly stepped out from behind him.

One had sunken cheeks and a fierce gaze, the other was gray-haired and silent, both emitting an aura of the Foundation Establishment Stage level seven!

The latter was familiar to Mo Yan and the others; he was an old servant from Zhao Xiaofeng’s household, a cultivator at Foundation Establishment Stage level seven.

Previously, only this one strong cultivator was by Zhao Xiaofeng’s side, comparable to Mo Yan in cultivation, so he didn’t dare go too far.

But now, the sinister-looking man should be the worshiper newly hired by the Zhao Family, also at Foundation Establishment Stage level seven.

With this, Mo Yan alone could barely hold his ground, not to mention the more than ten subservient followers behind Zhao Xiaofeng, each at Foundation Establishment Stage level four or five.

For a large family, recruiting some cultivators as servants is easy.

Mo Yan felt his heart sink instantly; the corpse of a Thunder Wing White Tiger, along with the two beauties Xu Man and Mu Wanqing, today’s situation was troublesome.

Despair flashed through Xu Man’s eyes, yet there was a sense of determination.

She retreated to Chen Nan’s side, helping him up and whispered, "We are in danger today. When the fight starts, escape in the chaos."

"I just don’t want to drag you down. Anyway, you can’t be of much help."

Xu Man added one last bit, stubbornly.

Seeing Xu Man and Mu Wanqing close to Chen Nan roused murderous intent in Zhao Xiaofeng’s heart.

"Where did this pretty boy come from? How dare you take my women? You two bitches, I wondered why you wouldn’t be mine. So, there’s someone else!"

No one expected Chen Nan to smile at Xu Man, then limped over to Mo Yan’s side, enduring the severe pain surging through his body.

"I killed the Thunder Wing White Tiger. You say you want it, but did you ask for my opinion? Aren’t you afraid that you might not survive to enjoy the loot?"

The words shocked everyone around Mo Yan.

Haven’t you figured out the situation yet? Forget about the Thunder Wing White Tiger, keeping our lives is hard enough, and now you’re deliberately provoking?

Do you have a death wish?

Zhao Xiaofeng also burst into laughter, his eyes full of ridicule. Even he, a playboy, could see that Chen Nan was severely injured, barely able to stand.

"So what if you killed the Thunder Wing White Tiger? You’re just a cripple now. Do I even need to talk to you?"

"If you kneel down and knock your head a few times, maybe when I’m with those two bitches, I’ll let you watch."

After finishing, his lackeys laughed uproariously.

The two Tang brothers, seeing the situation, didn’t hesitate to step back slowly.

"Young Master Zhao, my brother and I will not get involved today. Don’t trouble us afterward."

Seeing them leaving, Mo Yan’s eyes widened, "You two are so heartless and ungrateful?!"

Tang Feng chuckled, "Brother Mo, you’re always a good guy. We get nothing by sticking with you, and make enemies everywhere."

"Besides, today Young Master Zhao merely wants Xu Man and Mu Wanqing. Why sacrifice our lives?"

Zhao Xiaofeng immediately gave a thumbs-up, "Haha, I like people who recognize the situation. Don’t worry; I won’t trouble you."

"You can even come under my wing; I like people like you!"

Mo Yan could listen no more, glaring angrily at the Tang brothers, "Get lost! I never want to see you again!"

The Tang brothers’ faces turned grim, but they still left quickly, avoiding trouble.

Chen Nan had long seen through the Tang brothers’ disloyalty; he merely sighed, knowing their presence or absence hardly made a difference.

In terms of numbers and strength, Zhao Xiaofeng’s group outmatched them thoroughly.

"Haha, what a show this is, Mo Yan. Even your people betrayed you. It’s pathetic."

"The three of you, plus a cripple, can do nothing to me?"

Mo Yan trembled with anger, staring at Zhao Xiaofeng.

"Even if I die, I’ll take a piece of you with me!"

Zhao Xiaofeng sneered, just about to order an attack, when suddenly Xu Man, who had been resisting firmly, stepped forward, placing her longsword against her neck: "Zhao Xiaofeng, I can go with you, and the Thunder Wing White Tiger’s body is yours, but you must let them go."

"Otherwise, you can only have my corpse!"

Zhao Xiaofeng had coveted Xu Man for a long time, and hearing this, he hesitated.

Finally, he sighed, shaking his head with a bitter smile: "Alright, alright, I’ll grant your wish."

Even so, Chen Nan clearly saw him gesture to the cultivator beside him.

Chen Nan’s face changed suddenly: "Not good, be careful!"