Urban All-Round Master

Dongfang Ziyue...

Lin Zifeng was shocked upon hearing this, could it be that another malicious person has broken into the Human Sacrifice Tower?

He shook his head violently, and without further hesitation, Lin Zifeng’s hands surged with golden light as he punched down onto the stone slab beneath him.

”Boom!”

After a loud crash, Lin Zifeng’s face was covered in dust as he coughed while covering his nose and mouth. Under his feet, a massive pit one meter deep had appeared!

”Cough cough... Damn it, are the people from the Beiyao Ancient Clan crazy? With the formation’s support, they still used such sturdy materials for the Human Sacrifice Tower!”

Complaining once, Lin Zifeng felt urgent in his heart, and once again surged his Elemental Power, attacking the ground beneath him...

At this moment, Beiming looked at Dongfang Ziyue, who was propping herself up with the Green Phoenix Sword, covered in blood, and sneered: ”Dongfang Ziyue, you’re already so badly injured, and yet your servant hasn’t made a move. It seems he really has abandoned you.”

With a cold snort, Dongfang Ziyue would never believe that Lin Zifeng could leave her behind and run away. Gazing at the two people in front of her, who were full of sneers, she slowly raised her Green Phoenix Sword and said word by word, ”You two guys, as lords of the four directions, actually conspired against the clan’s daughters. If the Five Supreme Venerables find out, they will never spare you!”

Unexpectedly, Beiming laughed even more mockingly, replying, ”Hahaha... At this point, you’re still trying to pressure me with the Five Supreme Venerables. Let me tell you the truth, today I have not...”

”Boom!”

Before Beiming could finish his words, a dull boom came from above the stone slab, dust mixed with debris fell all over his head.

”You damn slave! Come out here!”

He had only been focusing on Dongfang Ziyue and did not notice the presence above his head. It was only after using his perception did Beiming realize that the one who had crippled his disciple was right above him.

However, what answered him was... a sky full of dust and debris.

”Boom!”

This time, the noise was deafening. All three people standing on the ground couldn’t help but feel the stone slab beneath them tremble, as if it was about to collapse.

Along with the sound came a sky full of dust and debris. Within the dust, Beiming squinted his eyes and saw a tall and thin silhouette leaping out from it.

From the aura, Beiming could sense that it was Lin Zifeng. When enemies meet, their eyes grow intense; the hands hidden within his sleeves suddenly surged with a dark red light.

”Cough cough... Finally made it down. Hey, Miss Dongfang, you’re not dead, are you?”

Lin Zifeng’s familiar voice entered Dongfang Ziyue’s ears like a heavenly melody. Her originally pale and injured face couldn’t help but show a bit of delight, though it was just a fleeting moment before she regained her usual indifference: ”If you’re here to help, make a move quickly; if not, then step aside!”

Not helping? If you don’t help, Beiming could kill you with one slap!

With a cold snort, Lin Zifeng’s figure flashed and appeared beside Dongfang Ziyue. Looking at the bloodstains under her robe, he raised an eyebrow and smiled: ”Wow, you’re so badly injured yet still have the energy to banter with me. Seems I came down too early. Miss Dongfang, should I step aside and wait for you to handle them first?”

Originally, Dongfang Ziyue thought that after Lin Zifeng returned, he would at least show her some concern. But who would have thought, seeing her in such a state, he actually mocked her!

Unable to help herself, all the anger from being wounded by Beiming and the other fell upon Lin Zifeng’s face full of light smiles. Dongfang Ziyue’s expression hardened, she raised her trembling jade hand to pinch Lin Zifeng’s waist.

But her jade hand was caught mid-air by Lin Zifeng, who looked at the blood marks on her pure white hand. The original light smile on Lin Zifeng’s face was replaced with concern and anger.

”I’ve got so much dust on me, be careful of infecting your wound. Hold off on that, I’ll deal with these two first, you can pinch me later.”

Lin Zifeng spoke in a calm tone, and as his words reached Dongfang Ziyue’s ears, she couldn’t help but tremble slightly, a hint of emotion flashed through her beautiful eyes...

This guy, he still cares about me after all...

Before Dongfang Ziyue could speak, Lin Zifeng gently caressed the jade hand and slowly released it, turning around to face the two in front of him, and his lips once again curled into that mischievous smile: ”Lord Beiming, long time no see. Is this... your new disciple?”

No sooner had the words left his mouth, Nantong could not hold back. Although his cultivation level is low, it couldn’t mean he had become Beiming’s disciple, right! This guy was clearly trying to make a fool out of him!

Instantly, a hint of killing intent flashed across Nantong’s face. The longsword in his hand glinted with a cold light as he pointed at Lin Zifeng, gritting his teeth: ”You damn slave, how dare you speak to me like that, do you have a death wish!?”

Me... a slave...

Upon hearing this, Lin Zifeng was not afraid in the slightest. Instead, he covered his face with his right hand and started laughing: ”Hahaha... I thought the Lords of the four directions had some skill, but to think such a trash could become a Lord, truly laughable!”

Lin Zifeng’s words were like needles, filled Nantong with both shame and anger. Even his hand holding the longsword started trembling.

”You damn slave! Such insolence, I’ll kill you!”

Before the words even finished, Nantong let out a roar and charged towards Lin Zifeng. Behind him, Beiming frowned but did not stop him.

Beiming knew very well that with Nantong’s strength, he might not be able to defeat Lin Zifeng even with five of him. He didn’t stop him only to let Nantong understand: his life and death were entirely up to Beiming!

To Beiming, Nantong was just a dog he kept. As long as his master wasn’t angry, how could a dog bite first?

With a snicker, Beiming watched as Nantong charged at Lin Zifeng with his sword, using this opportunity to test how strong this guy really was!

Watching Nantong, with sword in hand, charging at him, the smirk on Lin Zifeng’s lips only grew. Since when did an ant at the Sub-Saint Realm dare to look down on him so?

”Boom!”

With a loud crash, Nantong’s body was sent flying backward, letting out screams like a pig being slaughtered, flying toward where Beiming stood. Even while in mid-air, Lin Zifeng could clearly see the shock and fear on Nantong’s face.

With a sneering shake of his head, Lin Zifeng turned to Dongfang Ziyue behind him and feigned anger: ”Miss Dongfang, once I finish dealing with them, I’ll definitely have a serious chat with you about assigning me the servant role!”

With a shift in tone, Lin Zifeng’s expression changed back to a light-hearted smile: ”For now, stay behind me, so I don’t end up hurting you.”

At this moment, Beiming felt furious seeing Lin Zifeng casually chatting and laughing with Dongfang Ziyue while ignoring him, but the continuous moans of pain from Nantong on the ground made him suppress his temper. He quickly walked over and crouched down to check on Nantong’s injuries.