Kid, Don’t Be Timid, Do Him!

Tengye Yuan’s eyes narrowed, letting out a cold laugh: “Other people? I instead want to look at who else can save you!”

The sound of his words fell, and he stepped forward a single step, his body circumference breath surging.

Jun Ao was not panicked and not hurried, but instead resisted the dagger toward Xiangzi’s neck a bit more once again, saying in a cold voice: “You don’t fear I kill her?”

Tengye Yuan’s eyebrows wrinkled, his steps pausing firm.

He looked toward Xiangzi, inside his gaze not containing half a part of pity, but instead carrying a few parts of disgust and abandonment.

“A single woman,” he said, his voice flat like speaking about today’s weather, “exchanging for a single Zhennan Prince’s Heir, this business trade is very worthwhile.”

Xiangzi’s face turned white with a brush.

“Tengye-jun, you…” her lips trembled, unable to believe her own ears.

Tengye Yuan did not look at her even for a glance, saying to himself: “Originally I thought this kid had Li Hanyi protect him secretly beside him, so that’s why I made you use the beauty trap to approach him. But I just obtained information that Li Hanyi went to Tieguan City this morning. So…”

He paused for a moment, finally looking toward Xiangzi, inside his gaze carrying a few parts of regret.

“Having you or not having you is all the same.”

Xiangzi’s entire body shivered.

For this man, she did not hesitate to cultivate a forbidden technique, sacrificing so much, before having this entire body of fragrance that made men indulged. In order to preserve this fragrance, she up until now was still a maiden body, only waiting for one day to present it to him.

But what about him?

A single sentence, and he threw her away.

“It is just a pity,” Tengye Yuan let out a sigh, his gaze sweeping a circle upon her body, “this frame of body of yours, I have not tasted it yet.”

Xiangzi’s face was deathly pale, her lips moving, yet not even a single character could be spoken out.

Jun Ao looked at this scene from the side, suddenly smiling.

He turned his head to look toward Xiangzi, a few parts of mockery carrying inside his tone: “Did you see it or not? This is precisely the virtue of you guys bastards. Throwing it away after using it up, not even blinking the eyes for a single bit.”

Xiangzi bit her lips, tears rotating inside her eye sockets, yet stubbornly did not let them fall down.

Tengye Yuan waved his hand impatiently: “Jun Ao, less of driving a wedge here. Didn’t you say you have masters beside you? Call them out to let me take a look!”

Jun Ao looked at him, the corner of his mouth hooking up.

“A’Shui, A’Qing.”

The sound of his words just fell.

Two back figures skimmed in from outside the yard wall, landing in front of Jun Ao.

A’Shui wore a single green robe, holding a long sword, her countenance clear and cold. A’Qing stood at her side, her gaze alertly scanning the surroundings.

Tengye Yuan’s face changed abruptly.

“Two Extraordinary Realms?” He said losing his voice, his voice all changing its tone, “How is this possible? Did Jun Lin’an not bring away all the masters above the Ninth Realm of the Zhennan Prince’s Mansion?”

A’Shui did not speak, only looking at him quietly, the blade tip slightly drooping down.

Jun Ao opened his mouth lazily: “Colonel, right?”

Tengye Yuan looked toward him.

Jun Ao said: “These two characters, I hate them very much.”

He tilted his chin toward A’Shui.

“Take him down.”

A’Shui moved.

Her sword was fast like a single streak of light.

Tengye Yuan’s pupils sharply constricted, subconsciously drawing his knife to parry—Clang!

The knife and sword crashed together, sparks splashing in all directions.

Tengye Yuan retreated three steps in a row, the hand holding the knife slightly trembling.

“The late Extraordinary Realm!” He spoke out in horror.

A’Shui did not give him a chance to catch his breath, the second sword had already arrived.

Tengye Yuan exhausted his full strength to resist, yet could not even support through three moves.

The fourth sword, A’Shui’s sword already resisted upon his throat.

Fresh blood seeped out along the blade tip.

Tengye Yuan froze on his spot, not daring to move a single thread.

Those thirty-some bastards inside the yard looked at each other face to face, the hands holding the knives all shivering.

Two Extraordinary Realms—one late period, one whose deepness and shallow could not be looked out—what did they use to fight?

A’Shui looked toward Jun Ao: “Heir, what to do next?”

Jun Ao was not anxious to reply.

He first released Xiangzi.

Xiangzi staggered two steps, covering her neck, looking at him with a complex gaze.

Jun Ao did not pay attention to her, but instead looked toward those thirty-some bastards.

His gaze swept across from their bodies one by one, finally falling upon Tengye Yuan’s body.

“These subordinates of yours,” he pointed toward that crowd of people, “are all what cultivations?”

Tengye Yuan’s throat rolled, his voice hoarse: “The… Fourth Realm to the Seventh Realm not uniform.”

Jun Ao nodded his head.

“Those of the Third Realm, stand out.”

That crowd of bastards looked at each other face to face, no person moving.

A’Shui’s sword sent forward half an inch. The blood on Tengye Yuan’s neck flowed even more, he said hoarsely: “Do according to what he spoke!”

Inside the crowd, three people walked out hesitatingly.

Jun Ao sized them up for a glance—all three were the Third Realm, their breaths flat and ordinary.

“Very good.” He said, and then turned his head to look toward A’Qing, “A’Qing, watch the other people well. Whoever dares to move, kill.”

A’Qing nodded.

Jun Ao put away the dagger, drawing out the long sword from his waist space.

A’Shui’s eyebrows wrinkled slightly: “Heir, you…”

“Relax.” Jun Ao interrupted her, carrying the sword to walk toward those three bastards, “Exactly practicing my hands.”

Those three bastards exchanged a single look, a trace of fierce light flashing inside the bottom of their eyes.

They did not understand what this kid of the Third Realm wanted to do, but since he sent himself to the door—

Then kill!

The first bastard took the lead to strike out, a single knife splitting straight at Jun Ao’s face!

Jun Ao’s feet gave a slide, the Jinghong Steps stepped out, avoiding this knife dangerously.

He reverse-handed a single sword stabbing toward the counterpart’s rib space, that bastard sided his body to dodge past, the blade edge taking advantage of the momentum to sweep horizontally.

Jun Ao retreated half a step, the blade tip picking up, parrying away this knife.

Exchanging three moves, he had already broken out into a layer of cold sweat.

Although these bastards’ cultivations were equal to him, they all came through licking blood on the knife edge, striking out brutally, move after move taking life.

Although he had the Jinghong Steps and the Jinghong Sword Method upon his body, truly fighting in actual combat was still the first time.

The second bastard pounced up from the side, a single knife stabbing toward his back waist.

Jun Ao stepped the Jinghong Steps in succession, barely dodging past, yet was sliced through his clothes front by the blade edge.

The third bastard took advantage of the opportunity to step forward, a single knife splitting toward the top of his head.

Jun Ao raised his sword to parry, a “Clang” of huge sound chimed, he retreated three steps in a row, his tiger mouth faintly numbing.

The three bastards cooperated tacitly, surrounding Jun Ao in the middle, the knife light like a net, the more it gathered the tighter it turned.

A’Shui looked to the point of her eyebrows wrinkling tightly, the hand holding the sword slightly using strength.

A’Qing said in a low voice: “Do we want to or not…”

“Wait a bit more.” A’Shui said.

She knew that the heir needed this battle.

Inside the field, Jun Ao’s dangers grew out of boundaries.

He was forced to retreat once again, his back hitting the yard wall.

The three bastards grinned cruelly to press up.

“Kid, look for death!”

Three knives chopped down at the same time!

Jun Ao’s pupils sharply constricted, the true qi inside his body operating crazily, the Jinghong Steps stepped to the peak—his body almost wiped past sticking to the blade edge, three knives chopping upon the wall at the same time, splashing up a patch of sparks!

Precisely now!

Jun Ao stabbed out a single sword, hitting right in the left side bastard’s throat!

That bastard stared with his eyes wide, covering his neck and falling down.

The remaining two bastards gave a start, immediately roaring and pouncing up.

Jun Ao did not retreat but advanced, stepping the Jinghong Steps in succession, his body shape drifting and uncertain.

He no longer went to think about how those sword moves should be used, but instead struck out the sword relying upon his feeling—

One sword, parrying away the knife splitting from the front face.

One sword, forcing back the blade edge stabbing from the side.

One sword, taking the counterpart’s heart mouth directly!

The second bastard fell down.

The last bastard looked at the blood filling the ground, the hand holding the knife starting to shiver.

He looked at this young person covered in blood in front of his eyes, suddenly understanding a single matter—

This person did not come to look for death.

This person was using them to practice his hands.

He turned his body around and ran.

Jun Ao stepped the Jinghong Steps out, pursuing behind him within three breaths, a single sword piercing through his back heart.

Three bastards, all dead.

Jun Ao stood on his spot, panting in large mouths.

He was covered in sweat, his clothes sliced through several holes, his body added several shallow injuries.

But his eyes were very bright, bright to the point of scaring people.

Inside his body, the true qi tumbled.

The Myriad Soul Banner trembled excitedly, passing back streams of pure true qi.

The bottleneck of the peak of the Third Realm was broken.

Breaking through the Fourth Realm!

Jun Ao clenched the sword tight, sensing the surging true qi inside his body, the corner of his mouth hooking up.

Tengye Yuan looked at this scene, his pupils constricting.

Three warriors of the Third Realm died just like this?

This kid… was only the Third Realm!

Not right, this kid broke through!

Jun Ao turned his body around, looking toward Tengye Yuan.

“Colonel,” he said with a smile, “many thanks to your subordinates. Quite enduring of beatings.”

Tengye Yuan’s face was iron-blue, unable to speak words.

A’Shui took a step forward, saying in a low voice: “Heir, how to handle these people?”

Jun Ao took a glance at those thirty-some bastards.

“Those of the Fourth Realm come out!”

This time, only a single bastard stood out.

Jun Ao looked toward him.

“You come to accompany this heir to play a bit!”

That bastard’s face changed, subconsciously retreating half a step back.

“What?” Jun Ao raised his eyebrows, “Not dare?”

The bastard bit his teeth, looking toward Tengye Yuan.

Tengye Yuan was resisted by A’Shui’s sword at his throat: “The warriors of the Empire, how can they shrink back!”

The bastard took a deep breath, clenching the knife tight, rushing up.

His knife was much faster than those three just now, the blade edge carrying a sharp sound of wind, taking Jun Ao’s throat directly.

Jun Ao’s feet gave a slide, the Jinghong Steps stepped out, siding his body to let past this knife.

He did not passively defend like before, but instead took advantage of the momentum to stab a single sword toward the counterpart’s rib space.

The bastard crossed the knife to parry, Jun Ao’s blade tip pointed upon the knife body, borrowing strength to do a single turnover, the blade edge shaving toward his neck from another angle.

The bastard was greatly shocked, hurriedly lowering his head to avoid, yet was kicked by Jun Ao upon his chest with a single foot, staggering backward.

Jun Ao did not give him a chance to catch his breath, stepping the Jinghong Steps in succession, the sword light like a bolt of silk, one sword faster than another sword.

Three swords.

The fourth sword stabbed into the bastard’s heart mouth.

That bastard stared with his eyes wide, falling down.

Inside the yard was a patch of deathly stillness.

Those bastards of the mid Fourth Realm looked at each other face to face, inside the bottom of their eyes all flashing a smear of alarm and fear.

Similarly early Fourth Realm, and he was killed with a single meeting of faces?

Inside his body, the Myriad Soul Banner trembled excitedly, swallowing all the qi and blood of that corpse completely, passing back streams of pure true qi.

Jun Ao’s breath climbed up notch by notch.

Early Fourth Realm—early Fourth Realm peak—away from the mid period only lacking a single line.

He raised his head, his gaze scanning toward the remaining bastards.

Those bastards uniformly retreated a step back.

“Heir!” A’Qing stepped forward to block him, “The remaining ones except for a single peak Fifth Realm, the others are all above the Sixth Realm!”

Jun Ao’s steps paused firm.

The peak Fifth Realm.

Inside his heart he had no bottom.

He was exactly hesitating, when the voice of the Myriad Soul Banner suddenly rose inside his sea of consciousness.

“Kid, don’t be timid, do him!”