Chapter 82 Killing A Noble

AS SOON AS Sheng Feya screamed, countless guards of the city rushed in to look at the commotion. Some of the stronger members of the Sheng Family also came to assist their young miss.

“What happened here, young miss?” a family butler asked her. “Why are you so angry at them?” Then, he looked at the clothes of the other party. He inwardly sighed as he realized they didn’t offend some bigshot of the city.

This should be easy to handle.

“These delinquents actually dared to verbally thrash me in front of everyone!” She then specifically pointed at Feng Huang. “That little bitch even said I was dumb and stupid. It’s a capital crime to describe us, nobles, right?”

The butler, however, did not look angry after her explanation. He knew that their young miss was just some unruly child brought up so dotingly by her parents. If he wouldn’t punish the other party, she would never stop until she was satisfied with his treatment.

“A capital crime is equivalent to a death sentence as punishment, right?” she questioned, looking at the butler with a glint in her eyes. “Uncle, you shouldn’t be hesitant…”

“I am not being hesitant, miss,” the butler replied as he shook his head. “Guards and the others, please detain these people and kill them. Then, throw their corpses outside Death City.”

When it came to dealing with something like this situation, he very well knew what to do to attain the gratification that their young miss would want.

Right before the guards even took a step, a large amount of blood was juiced out of their bodies as they all knelt, lifeless.

“Nope. Find someone stronger. These people are too weak. You see, even my uneducated little senior brother can kill them with his gaze,” Feng Huang said as she harrumphed.

The butler was shocked and stared at Long Guang’s sunken-pupiled eyes. Afterward, his body felt like he plunged into the deepest part of the sea, unable to breathe.

His eyes turned bloodshot as he breathed loudly, heaving and kneeling at the same time. “Who are you…”

“We won’t tell you, hmph! Little senior brother, you have to kill that bitch as well!” Feng Huang’s face turned sinister as she stared at this big sister whose boobs were bigger than her brain.

She even thought if there was any brain left inside this woman.

“What…” Sheng Feya took some steps back, her feet trembling. This time, she wasn’t looking at Feng Huang. Instead, she set her sight on the little boy who was sitting on top of a puppet-looking humanoid.

This time… she knew she fucked up.

Feng Huang only rolled her little eyes and signaled Long Guang to do the honor.

Long Guang merely nodded with a pout on his face. Soon enough, his Path of Dominance overcame Sheng Feya as though she became bound to something that caused her unable to move.

Later, she also knelt like the others just some steps behind the exanimate butler, her eyes soulless.

With that, Feng Huang instantly released her full aura. As the aura of the peak God Emperor Realm spread throughout the entire city, everyone became alarmed.

“What the fuck?! That little girl was actually an expert?! How old is she?! Why haven’t I heard of her?!”

“Wait! The fuck! She has the same aura as those beings from our history. It was when the war between the Underworld Prison and the entire Da Sishen ensued.”

“Hell, you’re right. I don’t know why. I am feeling so cold right now, but at the same time, it also feels hot. What’s happening with my body?”

Under Feng Huang’s power, all the kneeling people, including Sheng Feya and the butler, were frozen. Even their internal organs, their veins, they all froze under her freezing power.

After some time, she slowly melted these transformed ice statues. Less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea[1], they all melted away. It was as if those people became water and evaporated because of the fire.

“Who dared to kill my daughter?!”

“Who dared to kill under the jurisdiction of our Death City Palace?!”

“Presumptuous! Killing a noble is tantamount to a death sentence, you Underworld Prison Creature!”

Feng Huang, despite her cultivation level, was a little overwhelmed by all the surging aura coming from all directions of Death City. Long Guang’s face was also solemn. Although he could fight those people with higher-level cultivation than his, he wasn’t confident in taking out a lot of these people.

“Fuck! It’s actually those kids from the Eastern Territory! Aren’t they with Cao Nima?!”

Sheng Feya’s father rushed forward and appeared in front of Feng Huang and the others. He swung his sword to the side, intending to finish this group with a slash.

Brownie, on the other hand, was thrilled with the turn-out of events. “Finally, it’s not boring anymore! Perhaps I can even get stronger if I devour these many God Emperors! Little young master, let’s do some killing now! You, too, Metallie!”

Long Guang laughed like a little demon with his clenched fists on his waist. He flew in the air and released his aura.

“What the fuck is wrong with this world?” When Brownie was about to claw a God Emperor from the other side, he suddenly stopped when he realized the cultivation level Long Guang has reached. “The Eighth Stage of the God Emperor Realm? Unbelievable.”

“Long Guang kill!” the little boy shouted and shuttled through the air with his little body. Arriving in front of a God Emperor, he raised his little hand and slapped the man before him. Arriving at another, he did the same.

“Hahaha! Go, little senior brother!” Feng Huang laughed and fought with Xia Jieke, who was a Saint.

“You little piece of shit, you dare to fight someone like me?! What are you?!”

“Shut up, you little creature from the Underworld Prison!” Xia Jieke was utterly mad and held his sword up. After throwing a slash, he threw another.

Feng Huang even started to struggle. “He’s really quite strong. I quite like it, but compared to little senior brother, he’s still a child,” she thought.

CLANG!

Their swords clashed. As their eyes met, lightning sparks appeared. After a breath of time[2], they separated again.

Seeing the agitated look on his face, Feng Huang just laughed it off and continued the fight. It had been a long time since she had a good fight!

Looking at her little senior brother dealing with a lot of God Emperors alone, she was suddenly inspired. “This isn’t my first time fighting a Saint, but you’re really strong, you little piece of shit!”

“What the fuck is happening?” Brownie couldn’t count the number of times he said fuck anymore. “I really wonder where a little girl like her learned all these things,” he pondered as he placed his paw against his chin.

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[1] “less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea” is a poetic way of describing a time span of less than ten (10) to fifteen (15) minutes

[2] “after a breath of time” is a poetic way of describing a time span of 1 to 3 seconds