At the same moment, in the southeast direction, a man in a pink robe approached on horseback. He held a serpent spear, his appearance handsome with delicate features. Before he even arrived, he hurled the serpent spear forward. His voice followed, "Dare to hold my elder brother hostage, you seek death!"
The serpent spear, imbued with immense power, pierced through three figures and shot directly towards Du Chun. The spear was stained with bloodstains.
"Du Chun, be careful!" Sixth Prince Nangong Li exclaimed. He flung his folding fan, attempting to intercept the spear aimed at Du Chun, but his fan was cleaved in two.
Nangong Mo also made a move at this moment. However, as he flicked his sleeve, Wu Yangfeng suddenly leaned in and blocked him.
"Handsome young man, my second brother is a formidable figure. You are no match for him. Why don't you marry me and become my man? I'll have my second brother let you go, how about it?" As she spoke, Wu Yangfeng, under everyone's gaze, embraced Nangong Mo. The action was so sudden that Nangong Mo had no time to react.
Meanwhile, the serpent spear that had been thrust at Du Chun severed a lock of hair from his cheek. He dodged with great speed, trying to evade the powerful serpent spear. But it seemed to have eyes, regardless of whether Du Chun evaded or met it head-on, its target was solely him. Thus, Du Chun had no choice but to draw the soft sword hidden on his person to "counter." He had swapped his usual weapons for a concealable soft sword for convenience.
The dagger dropped to the ground, picked up by Wu Yanghao who, holding it in reverse, lunged at Sixth Prince Nangong Li. "You pretty boys, you've angered me. I've changed my mind. Today, I'll kill you all!" Nangong Li, caught off guard, immediately grabbed a branch from the ground and engaged Wu Yanghao. "Damn it, you want to kill this prince? This prince will kill all you ugly freaks today!"
Meng Yi also began fighting with the people present. The scene descended into chaos. Not far away, the man in the pink robe and the woman in red from the northwest simultaneously leaped from their horses and flew towards Nangong Mo and the others. Using their Qinggong, one stepped on the shoulders of several figures present, while the other rode the wind, flying to different locations.
"Slap, slap, slap!" A gust of wind swept through. Wu Yangfeng was slapped three times by a jade-like hand. As she covered her face and saw the appearance of the newcomer, the person forcefully pushed her away and kicked her a considerable distance. "My man, you think you're worthy of touching him?"
Gu Qianying stood before Nangong Mo. A gentle breeze ruffled her robes, making her appear like a blood-red butterfly. Her ink-black hair danced in the wind. Her tone was arrogant, her demeanor flamboyant, and her aura defied the world, showing no regard for anyone. Her appearance drew the gaze of everyone present.
"Wife, you've finally come," Nangong Mo said, gently scratching Gu Qianying's palm with his finger. He looked at her with a hint of playful blame in his voice.
Wu Yanghao, holding the dagger, stared at Gu Qianying in bewilderment. He didn't know who this woman was, but her exceptionally beautiful face was deeply imprinted in his heart. "What a beautiful woman! I like her!"
Wu Yangfeng, clutching her half-swollen face, glared at Gu Qianying. "Who are you?"
"His wife!" Gu Qianying pointed at Nangong Mo, glanced at Wu Yangfeng, and then looked towards Du Chun. Wu Yangfeng was startled. At this moment, she noticed Gu Qianying's bulging belly. Pregnant? Wu Yangfeng looked at Nangong Mo, musing internally. Could it be his child?
Not far away, Du Chun, holding his soft sword against the serpent spear, turned and chopped the spear to the ground with a backhand strike. The spear was not broken, but its pervasive power had dissipated. At this moment, a much stronger force suddenly pressed towards him. Du Chun, holding his soft sword, dragged the tip along the ground, retreating several meters before looking up to clearly see the man in the pink robe holding the serpent spear.
"You're still alive after facing my serpent spear? You have some skill, boy. What's your name? I see you have courage, and I'm inclined to take you under my wing."
"Heh!" Du Chun sneered. A rare emotion appeared on his face. "A frog in a well, spouting nonsense. What's your name? Seeing you in pink, so flamboyant, I'm inclined to send you to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, to the madam, to be the top male courtesan."
Hearing this, the man in pink also laughed. "Slick-tongued, you boy, I like you. Then I'll be generous. State your name. I am Wu Yangxuan, the second son of the Wu Yang Upper Clan. We people of the Wu Yang Upper Clan are all noble. Why don't you consider following me? I assure you, I won't be as harsh as that old scoundrel Tianji Wu Chang from the Wu Yin Lower Clan, who uses outsiders like you to snatch the Demon Token. He didn't even prepare proper weapons for you when sending you here, is this any different from sending you to your death?"
No one had ever called the usually gentle and refined Du Chun "slick-tongued." Even Du Chun himself found the description novel. "Indeed, frogs in wells have such short-sightedness." Du Chun's lips curved into a mocking smile. He pointed his soft sword at Wu Yangxuan. "Your Wu Yang Upper Clan, or your Wu Yin Lower Clan, it's all irrelevant to us. If you're here to snatch the Demon Token with us today, I advise you to withdraw obediently, or your fate will be grim!"
Du Chun and Wu Yangxuan were evenly matched in their imposing presence.
"Heh! Arrogant fellow, it seems you haven't tasted my true might yet!" As he spoke, Wu Yangxuan held his serpent spear, dragging the tip across the ground. Sparks flew, and fierce power erupted from the spear, resembling a ferocious tiger. A strong wind arose. All the trees behind Du Chun were knocked down. He held his soft sword to resist Wu Yangxuan's serpent spear. Du Chun's right hand, holding the sword, trembled slightly. It was clear he was no match for Wu Yangxuan. Du Chun retreated several meters.
"You're nothing more than this! Heh." Wu Yangxuan's narrow phoenix eyes were filled with contempt.
"It's too soon to say that!" A cold voice came from behind Wu Yangxuan. Before Wu Yangxuan could turn, a red blur flashed past him at lightning speed. Arriving before Du Chun, as she pushed him aside, she directly clashed her Crimson Blood Blade with Wu Yangxuan's serpent spear. Two powerful forces erupted simultaneously. If Wu Yangxuan's power was like a fierce tiger, Gu Qianying's was like an incredibly powerful leopard.
Upon seeing the appearance of the person before him, Wu Yangxuan was also stunned by Gu Qianying's exquisite beauty. "What is the young lady's name?" Wu Yangxuan retracted his serpent spear, simultaneously evading the power emanating from Gu Qianying's Crimson Blood Blade. Rocks behind him crumbled. He landed steadily on the ground and looked at Gu Qianying.
Gu Qianying stood about ten feet away, pointing her Crimson Blood Blade at him. Without answering Wu Yangxuan, she coldly asked, "Your name is Wu Yangxuan?" She wanted to confirm his name one last time.
"It is, has the young lady heard of my name?"
"Heard of it." Gu Qianying spat out the two words coldly.
"Oh? I never expected to be so famous. Where did the young lady hear of me?" Wu Yangxuan's lips held a smile. He always treated those who were beautiful with good manners.
"Heard... from Wu Zhiruo...!" Gu Qianying uttered slowly, word by word.
Immediately, Wu Yangxuan's expression changed drastically. "So, the young lady is...?"
"The one who will kill you!"