CHAPTER 457: CHAPTER 327: A SCOURGE LIVES A THOUSAND YEARS

Yan Jiu’s fury made those Yan Yi Envoys by his side shiver uncontrollably.

No one had ever dared to cause trouble in Yan City No.9.

Moreover, they had killed Yan Yi Envoys, and used such a brutal method.

Zhan Feng’s death was like someone had put a large amount of gunpowder inside his body, he exploded into pieces like a kaleidoscope.

"City Lord, it was him, he killed my older brother, this young man is still alive, please execute him immediately," Zhan Gang begged in panic, scrambling and looking up at the highest leader of Yan City No.9, suspended mid-air, Yan Jiu.

At this moment, Hong Shisan had already fainted, making it easy to kill her.

However, Yan Jiu did not immediately believe Zhan Gang’s words. His gaze suddenly stalled, falling onto the burnt black body.

As Ye Lingyue landed, the Phoenix Token she kept close fell out.

Engraved on the token was the character "Phoenix".

Under the mask of Yan Jun, his handsome face twitched uncontrollably, was he seeing things? Wasn’t that item Feng San’s Phoenix Token?

No, it was a Phoenix Token.

This "young man", could it be the woman from Daxia that Feng San had mentioned before?

In an instant, Yan Jiu groaned inwardly.

"Lord?" Zhan Gang, still oblivious, was restless at the side, unaware that Yan Jiu’s mind was in complete turmoil.

"Zhan Gang, do you really think that I wouldn’t know what happens in Yan City?" Yan Jiu’s words were followed by a few clusters of faint ghost fire landing on his hand.

Within the flames, the events of the past few days flickered.

Zhan Gang’s knees weakened, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

Seeing Ye Lingyue nearly killed by the Corrosive Soul Chain, the corner of Yan Jiu’s mouth under the mask could not help but twitch again, and a myriad of frustration galloped through his heart.

Woman, you must not die, at least, please don’t die on my territory!

Just as Yan Jiu arrived, Lan Cai’er had already reached the Advanced Public Area and found Jin Wu Old Monster.

The Old Monster was in the heat of a fight.

"Old Monster, stop fighting, something has happened," Lan Cai’er disregarded the ongoing contest and rushed straight to Jin Wu Old Monster.

"Princess Lan, actions speak louder than words, please step aside," Jin Wu Old Monster was at a critical point and refused to stop.

"Thirteen, Hong Shisan is in trouble!" Lan Cai’er was so anxious she was almost crying.

The strength of that Yan Yi Envoy was too overwhelming, and it would be too late if they delayed any further.

Ye Lingyue had concealed her identity and was known as Hong Shisan in Yan City No.9.

Jin Wu Old Monster took a moment to realize who ’Thirteen’ was, not until he had blocked a punch from his opponent did he come back to his senses.

"You mean Hong Shisan? The master is in trouble!" Jin Wu Old Monster was quite scared now.

But before he could finish speaking, suddenly, a figure leaped out and grabbed Lan Cai’er.

"You say, who is in trouble? Hong Shisan!"

Lan Cai’er was about to send this unknown person flying with a slap, but upon a closer look, she gasped.

Such a beautiful person.

Possessing a handsomeness that could make all men feel inferior, as well as a feminine beauty, even the usually striking Lan Cai’er paled in comparison before him.

Jin Wu Old Monster was also staring dumbfounded.

The beautifully alarming man in front of them, with eyes flashing surprise, confusion, and anger, wasn’t it Bo Qing who had already left the Advanced Public Area earlier?

At this moment, Bo Qing’s heart pounded fiercely. Hong Shisan?

He suddenly let out a thunderous roar.

"Someone dares to bully my Thirteen!"

When Lan Cai’er and others rushed back, order had already been restored in the Intermediate Public Zone.

Ye Lingyue was gone, and the Yan Yi Envoy was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is he?" Bo Qing grabbed a Martial Artist by the collar.

"Young Sect Master, please calm down, this person is almost choked to death," Jin Wu Old Monster put on a troubled expression.

Just now, they heard that something had happened to Hong Shisan.

This young Young Sect Master of Jueqing Sect immediately rushed over.

After hastily asking about Hong Shisan’s appearance and stature, he dashed here crazily, vowing to turn Yan City upside down and make the perpetrator suffer a miserable death if they dared to hurt Thirteen.

Bo Qing glanced at the Martial Artist he was holding, who indeed started rolling his eyes back, forcing Bo Qing to unwillingly let go.

"I’m asking you, where did the Martial Artist who was with us just now go?" Lan Cai’er asked anxiously.

"He was... taken away by City Lord Yan." The Martial Artist’s face was pale, not understanding why the Intermediate Public Zone was so bustling today, with several Reincarnation Realm Martial Artists arriving, and City Lord himself seemed shocked, hurriedly taking away the one identified as Hong Shisan.

City Lord of Yan City No.9?

A dark shade shrouded Bo Qing’s eyes, and his face became gloomier as he turned and left.

Actually, the worries of Lan Cai’er and others were unnecessary; the ancient saying ’a disaster affects long years’ is indeed true.

Ye Lingyue was seriously injured, but she did not die.

Rather, it was the most severe injury she had ever suffered in her life.

When she woke up, it was three days and nights later.

Her vision was filled with a heavy black.

Black curtains and black bedding.

Ye Lingyue opened her mouth to call someone but found out she couldn’t speak.

She lifted her hand, trying to call someone but discovered her hand was wrapped like a mummy.

Her entire body was covered in bandages.

Ye Lingyue grumbled, wondering if her numb body still belonged to her and if this counted as being disfigured.

"Ling Yue, you’re awake!"

Hearing the noise, the two women outside, Lan Cai’er and Aguduo, rushed in.

Both women had swollen eyes, looking like they had been crying, with eyes puffy like four walnuts.

Jin Wu Old Monster also waited outside with a nervous expression.

Ye Lingyue slowly remembered her struggle with the Yan Yi Envoy; she seemed to have used Black Cauldron Breath last.

"Bring a mirror... over." Ye Lingyue gestured, Reincarnation Fire harming her vocal cords too, she would need some time before she could speak normally.

As expected, the reflection in the mirror revealed herself, entirely covered in bandages.

It was hard to associate this creature, who only had eyes and mouth exposed, with herself.

Lan Cai’er opened her mouth, trying to lighten the mood with a joking tone, but the words turned to sobs.

Although the City Lord had already told them that Ye Lingyue’s current appearance was temporary and could be healed once they found the right Elixir Pills, Lan Cai’er couldn’t help but cry.

It was all their fault; if they hadn’t quarreled with others, they wouldn’t have implicated Ling Yue.

"My lady, you have been burned, severely burned."

Aguduo spoke and dipped a soft bandage in water to moisten Ye Lingyue’s lips, letting her hydrate, her voice filled with guilt.

"Is Miss Ye awake?" A clear voice broke the gloomy atmosphere, and someone walked in.