CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 47 EASY CURE

"Hmm, we’re right outside the Wanjin Casino, let’s stay at the hotel inside the casino," Ye Feng said.

"Um... Thank you, big brother, you’re so kind!" Qian Jia shyly nodded her head.

Before long, Ye Feng had checked into a room at the hotel in Wanjin Casino, and the two of them entered the room together.

"Bang!" As soon as the door closed, Qian Jia threw herself into Ye Feng’s arms and hugged him tightly.

"Big brother, I’m so cold. Look at how little I’m wearing. I’ve been standing alone down there for so long, it’s so pitiful. Hold me tight!" Qian Jia cuddled up to Ye Feng like a needy little bird seeking comfort.

Ye Feng obligingly wrapped his arms around Qian Jia, and as she felt the strength in his powerful arms, an unusual feeling fluttered in her heart, but her eyes flashed with a brief shade of sinister intent.

Then, Qian Jia’s expression became hazy, and she began to muster her witchcraft, attempting to plant a curse on Ye Feng like the one used on Zhou Hang.

Her goal was to turn Ye Feng into a puppet like Zhou Hang, completely at her mercy.

Qian Jia lured men precisely for the opportunity to bewitch them, striking at their most vulnerable moment when their mental defenses were weakest.

Unfortunately for her, she had underestimated Ye Feng. Just as her curse was about to brand itself onto Ye Feng,

Qian Jia suddenly felt a power, terrifying and vast like the ocean, which instantly shattered her witchcraft.

"What!"

Qian Jia was shocked, her heart jolted by the breaking of her curse, and she instantly suffered a huge backlash.

Her body trembled violently, and she tasted sweetness in her throat, as a mouthful of fresh blood surged up, but she forcibly swallowed it back down, leaving only a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Qian Jia looked at Ye Feng in terror; her own brand was quite powerful, and even an ordinary martial artist with inner strength, on guard against her, couldn’t have easily escaped her brand at such a close distance.

However, Ye Feng had not only escaped her brand but also effortlessly dispersed it.

"Who are you, exactly?"

Qian Jia asked loudly.

Ye Feng sneered, "I should be the one asking that question. Who are you really, and what is your purpose for coming to our Dragon Country?"

"Let me go!" Qian Jia yelled in anger. At this moment, she and Ye Feng were tightly embracing each other, their posture seeming somewhat ambiguous.

Qian Jia tried to break free from Ye Feng, but he didn’t give her the chance and continued to hold her. She struggled wildly, her cheeks turning bright red, but it was all in vain.

Ye Feng’s embrace was like an unbreakable chain, tightly coiled around her. No matter how hard Qian Jia tried, there wasn’t the slightest give, plunging her into agony.

"Damn it, you’re courting death!" Qian Jia bellowed before taking out a purple talisman from her pocket.

"Animate!" Qian Jia shouted, and the talisman started to burn.

Instantly, Qian Jia’s body became as supple as a snake’s, and she effortlessly slipped out of Ye Feng’s grip. Her eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Since Ye Feng was an enemy, Qian Jia would never allow Ye Feng to leave alive. In the blink of an eye, another talisman appeared in Qian Jia’s hand, which, upon its appearance, made Ye Feng feel an immense and powerful fluctuation.

This talisman was completely different from the purple one Ye Feng had seen before.

This one was a Purple Gold talisman, containing terrifying power. Qian Jia’s eyes revealed immense confidence as she loudly chanted, "Heavenly Thunder Talisman, break!"

In an instant, the Purple Gold talisman burst into flames and vanished without a trace. From the dissipating flames, suddenly a horrific thunderball appeared, hurtling towards Ye Feng.

A confident look flashed in Qian Jia’s eyes; she believed Ye Feng was doomed. The Heavenly Thunder Yin Yang Talisman was Qian Jia’s life-saving ace, and she had only brought two with her to China.

Qian Jia knew that at such a close distance, even a grandmaster martial artist would be gravely injured if struck by this powerful talisman. Although Ye Feng was stronger than Qian Jia, she didn’t believe Ye Feng was a grandmaster, as he was far too young.

If he was not a grandmaster, then being struck by the Heavenly Thunder Talisman would surely be fatal.

"Crackle, crackle, crackle~~~" The sound of thunder rolled in, about to strike Ye Feng.

"How boring~~" Ye Feng’s eyes were indifferent as he watched the thunderball flying toward him as if it were just a ball of cotton. Without a care, Ye Feng extended his right hand and backhandedly slapped the thunderball.

"Bang!" A dull sound echoed as the thunderball was smashed to pieces by Ye Feng’s backhanded slap and disappeared without a trace.

"How is this possible!" Qian Jia screamed in shock, her heart swirling with disbelief, completely unable to accept what had happened.

That was the Heavenly Thunder Yin Yang Talisman that could defeat even an average grandmaster martial artist, yet it had been easily dispersed by Ye Feng’s casual backhand slap. Just how terrifying must Ye Feng’s level of cultivation be? Thinking about this, Qian Jia’s fear intensified, looking at Ye Feng as if he was a monster.

"You! Who on earth are you?" Qian Jia looked at Ye Feng in horror, stammering the question.

"You should answer my question now. What is your purpose for coming to our Dragon Country?" Ye Feng said indifferently.

Qian Jia’s face changed, and she quickly rushed towards the window, trying to escape by jumping out, but Ye Feng wouldn’t let her have that chance. With a flick of his finger, the air burst with a pop, and the air bullet formed by Ye Feng’s flick directly struck Qian Jia in the back.

"Puh!" Qian Jia couldn’t help but spit out blood, feeling as though her entire body was about to shatter, staring at Ye Feng in sheer terror.

Ye Feng’s strength had once again surpassed Qian Jia’s imagination. She hadn’t expected Ye Feng’s strength to be so terrifyingly potent. Her own strength was comparable to a late-stage Inner Strength martial artist of Dragon Country.

Yet with just a casual flick of his fingers in the air, Ye Feng had inflicted serious injuries on her. If Ye Feng had targeted a vital spot just now, Qian Jia would have already been dead.

"Do you want to die?" Ye Feng asked faintly, as if looking down at an ant.