A genuine Saint-level strongman

At this moment, Dugu Feng was completely oblivious to the unusual state of his Xiao Tu Di.

He was caught in a strange state of excitement.

Zhong Qing’s talent was simply too astonishing; not only was his personal talent unprecedented, but his methods also surpassed ordinary people’s imaginations.

This was no longer just a diamond in the rough; this was clearly the demeanor of an immortal.

Now, seeing that he had taken two extremely beautiful women as his maids, Dugu Feng was genuinely afraid that he would become immersed in beauty, thereby delaying his own cultivation.

What kind of behavior was this?

This was a loss for the entire Void Domain!

It was even a loss for the entire cultivation world.

He felt he had an obligation to correct this unhealthy trend and nip the possibility of Zhong Qing becoming obsessed with beauty in the bud.

This was definitely an act that would benefit the present generation and endure for a thousand autumns.

As he spoke with increasing excitement, the dark clouds on Ye Ji and Fire Enchantress’s faces grew darker and darker.

Their eyes were almost spitting fire.

Dugu Feng’s Xiao Tu Di, Hao Feng, felt as if he were on a stormy, wind-swept, thunderous sea, constantly in danger of being engulfed.

The two gazes directed at him became increasingly dangerous, increasingly terrifying.

The oppressive feeling grew stronger and stronger, scaring him into trembling.

He almost collapsed directly onto the ground.

A feeling of extreme grievance and sorrow arose in his heart.

“It was Master who slandered you, not me!”

“If you have any issues, just find Master; why are you taking it out on me?!”

However, he absolutely dared not utter these words.

He felt that if he didn’t do something soon, he might really die here.

His brilliant future had not even begun; if he were to be stared to death by others due to his Master’s careless words, that would truly be an immense injustice.

It would be a monumental injustice, one that could be nailed to the pillar of shame in history.

If there were reincarnation in this world, if there were the Underworld.

After dying, if a ghost friend asked him how he died?

How should he answer?

The thought of being ranked at the top of the list for the most bizarre deaths, and still becoming a topic of conversation for future generations after dying, made him shiver involuntarily.

This was absolutely a torture a hundred times more cruel than death by a thousand cuts.

“No!”

“I can’t let this continue.”

“I have to find a way to do something.”

Finally, Hao Feng, enduring his fear and under immense pressure, tremblingly patted his Master’s shoulder and said in a hoarse voice, “Master, can you please stop talking!”

Dugu Feng, however, didn’t even turn his head and directly reprimanded him, “Adults are talking, what are children interrupting for!”

“It’s rare that Brother Zhong and I get along so well; you should listen and observe carefully.”

“If you understand, it will definitely benefit you immensely in the future.”

As he spoke, he turned to Zhong Qing again and said, “Brother Zhong, where were we in our discussion?”

“Oh right, it was the 365th horror of women!”

Zhong Qing’s eyebrows twitched.

This guy, after a few drinks, really got carried away.

Is he really that forgetful?

Last time he had a few drinks, he boasted that he would give several gifts to each of his millions of Disciples.

Later, unable to produce them, he directly ran away.

Now it was even more outrageous; as a Supreme Being, he was repeatedly dancing on the sensitive nerves of two Saint Realm powerhouses.

He rubbed his temples and said with a serious expression, “Brother Dugu, this wine is very strong. I can’t hold my liquor anymore. Let’s stop drinking for today.”

Hearing this, Dugu Feng laughed, “Brother Zhong, your alcohol tolerance has diminished!”

“Before, you could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, ten thousand cups without falling.”

“Today, the half-way mark hasn’t even passed, how can you not continue?”

Zhong Qing was left speechless by this guy.

Was he really unable to continue?

He was afraid that if they kept drinking, the other party’s Xiao Tu Di would be gone!

Dugu Feng, however, was in a great mood.

Previously, in many areas concerning Zhong Qing, whether it was talent or teaching Disciples, he had been mercilessly crushed, a true dimensional reduction attack from multiple angles.

This time, Zhong Qing admitting he couldn’t hold his liquor at the table proved that in the realm of drinking, he was superior to Zhong Qing.

This damned male desire to win always transcends age and size.

At this moment, Dugu Feng was so overjoyed that he truly wished he could immediately burst into song.

“Disciple, bring my zither. Today, I am happy, so I shall play a tune to boost Brother Zhong’s spirits!”

However, after calling out three times, he received no response from his Xiao Tu Di.

He immediately turned his head in confusion, wanting to see what on earth his Xiao Tu Di was up to.

But when he looked back, he saw his Xiao Tu Di’s face pale, covered in sweat, as if he had been gravely ill, almost collapsing onto the ground.

“Disciple, what’s wrong with you?”

Upon seeing this, Dugu Feng jolted, and most of his drunkenness immediately sobered up.

This precious Disciple was someone he intended to inherit his legacy; absolutely no problems could occur with him.

Hao Feng’s eyes darted around, timidly not daring to speak, only using his gaze to signal his Master to look at the two Saint Realm seniors.

The latter, hearing this, raised his head in confusion.

Upon looking, he met the furious eyes of Ye Ji and Fire Enchantress.

What kind of eyes were these?

As their gazes met, Ye Ji and Fire Enchantress, extremely annoyed with Dugu Feng, immediately used a trace of power unique to Saints.

“Rumble…”

At this moment, Dugu Feng felt a roar in his mind, as if rolling thunder exploded within his head, and his soul felt as if it had been pricked by a needle.

It almost made him cry out.

But he ultimately suppressed it with his strong willpower.

However, although he didn’t make a fool of himself on the spot, his face, like his Xiao Tu Di’s, immediately turned pale.

If he hadn’t been mistaken just now.

The two impossibly beautiful women had just used methods unique to Saint Realm powerhouses.

Which meant…

These two were genuine, authentic Saint Realm powerhouses.

And two Saint Realm powerhouses were actually willing to be Zhong Qing’s sword-maids?!

At this moment!

Boundless, surging waves arose in Dugu Feng’s heart.

He was completely stunned!

Even though he knew Zhong Qing was extraordinary, in his impression, Zhong Qing’s cultivation was only at the Venerable Realm.

How could a Venerable Realm cultivator, no matter how extraordinary his methods, make two Saint-level powerhouses willingly serve as sword-maids?

This was truly too incredible.

This world was simply too crazy.

Only now did he realize that every meeting with Brother Zhong brought him immense shock.

It was just that Dugu Feng didn’t know Zhong Qing’s current cultivation wasn’t the Venerable Realm, but the Ninth Supreme Realm, which would probably stimulate him to directly doubt life.

Trembling with extreme shock, Dugu Feng remembered his complaints about Ye Ji and Fire Enchantress just now.

For a moment, his calves began to tremble.

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