138: Sword Skill Thunder Punishment
Young Master Kun pulled his head out of the wall, covering his profusely bleeding head with a sinister expression!
"Ke Qiluo, Martial King! Seize her!"
Ke Qiluo, Martial King laughed, "Rest assured, Young Master Kun!"
Ni Chang was unmoved, transforming directly into a shadow and rushing towards Ke Qiluo, Martial King.
Ke Qiluo, Martial King shook his head dismissively, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
"Mental Storm!"
An invisible storm slammed into Ni Chang's head!
Her figure instantly materialized.
She frowned, her face slightly pale.
But she was not significantly affected!
Holding the butterfly knife, she fiercely stabbed towards Ke Qiluo, Martial King!
Her speed was extreme!
Ke Qiluo, Martial King felt a chill run down his spine and instantly dodged.
The next moment, a dagger abruptly appeared above his head!
Ke Qiluo, Martial King trembled in fright!
He quickly raised his arm to block!
"Puchi!"
Blood splattered!
Ke Qiluo, Martial King covered his profusely bleeding arm, his expression horrified!
He felt that one-fifth of his spiritual power had instantly leaked out!
This knife is strange!
Ni Chang lowered her head to look at the bloodstain on the butterfly knife, then carefully wiped it clean on her clothes.
Her movements were meticulous.
Just then!
Ke Qiluo, Martial King seized the opportunity and swiped his finger across his forehead!
"God Slayer! Chaotic Blades!"
In an instant, countless daggers formed of Mental Energy stabbed into Ni Chang's head!
"Ugh... it hurts..."
Ni Chang curled into a ball, her face pale, sweat pouring down her face.
She clutched her head, her face filled with pain!
Her beautiful brows were tightly knitted together.
Young Master Kun's eyes lit up!
He flashed over, pulling out a golden cudgel and fiercely striking down towards Ni Chang's arm!
Ni Chang's pretty face was full of agony, but relying on instinct, she raised the butterfly knife in her hand and swung it!
"Kacha!"
A sharp crack rang out!
The entire room fell silent!
Under the shocked gazes of Young Master Kun and the others, the golden cudgel split into two! The break was clean, without any jagged edges!
Young Master Kun looked at the butterfly knife in Ni Chang's hand, his eyes shining!
"What a knife! I want it!"
"Ke Qiluo, Martial King!"
Ke Qiluo, Martial King understood, and a more powerful Mental Energy attack condensed.
"God Slayer! Mental Cannon!"
A terrifying Mental Energy fluctuation spread out!
Ni Chang's face froze!
She tightly hugged her head, her entire body convulsing!
Her beautiful, pitiful face was heartbreaking, and her hair was completely soaked, plastered to her cheeks, adding a hint of charm.
A puddle of sweat had gathered on the ground.
Ke Qiluo, Martial King stepped forward, attempting to pull the butterfly knife from Ni Chang's hand!
With that pull, he froze!
He couldn't pull it free!
The next moment, a cruel smirk appeared on his lips.
He raised his foot and stomped down hard!
"Kacha!"
"Ugh..."
Ni Chang's lips trembled, and she clenched her teeth, preventing herself from crying out.
Her fingers were dripping with blood.
Ke Qiluo, Martial King looked at Ni Chang in surprise, then bent down and picked up the butterfly knife. The fingers on one of Ni Chang's hands were broken, and she could no longer grip the butterfly knife.
Yet, she still endured the severe Mental Energy pain, raised her other hand, and struggled to grab it.
From her mouth came an indistinct, low growl.
"Give it back to me... Give it... back..."
... Wei Xuan was extremely anxious. Cold Iron Garment was moving incredibly fast, making Wei Xuan's face flap like noodles.
Within a few minutes, Cold Iron Garment brought him above a luxurious building in Shangjing.
It was a Roman-style building located in the most central district of Shangjing. The people who entered and exited here were either extremely wealthy or noble!
A ten-meter-tall white marble statue stood at the entrance—it was a rose!
Beside it stood an antique-style plaque inscribed with: Rose Treasure Pavilion.
Wei Xuan sucked in a cold breath.
For this Rose Treasure Pavilion to stand firm in the most prosperous central area of Shangjing, its background was definitely extraordinary!
This wasn't something that could be achieved just by having money.
No wonder the Dean and the others seemed a bit unnatural.
Cold Iron Garment descended with Wei Xuan, drawing the attention of many people around them.
After all, anyone who could fly in the sky was an expert of Flying Heaven Rank or above, and such top-tier combat power was rare, even in Shangjing.
The moment Wei Xuan landed, he rushed straight into the Rose Treasure Pavilion alone!
He had just reached the lobby when a cleanly and elegantly dressed female attendant walked towards him.
She wore a professional smile and said, "Sir, are you a member of our Rose Treasure Pavilion? Please show your membership card! Entry is prohibited without a membership card!"
Wei Xuan was desperate to save someone; how could he care about such formalities?
He grabbed the female staff member's hand and asked, "I ask you, have you seen a very beautiful woman wearing ancient armor?"
The female staff member's eyes flickered, and she shook her head, smiling politely, "I'm sorry, sir, I haven't seen her! It seems you are not a member of our Pavilion, please leave!"
Wei Xuan's expression turned cold!
A killing intent spread out!
The entire space felt like an ice cave!
"You are lying! Speak! Where is she?"
The female staff member was terrified, her face pale, and she shrieked, "Help! Someone, help!"
Everyone in the lobby was alarmed!
They all looked towards Wei Xuan.
Some customers whispered amongst themselves.
"Who is this kid? Do you know him?"
"I don't know him. It looks like he's here to cause trouble!"
"Heh heh, is he looking to die? Daring to cause trouble at the Rose Treasure Pavilion!"
"Now this will be a good show!"
A slightly plump man who looked like a manager walked over and said with a false smile, "Sir, if you are a customer, we are welcome. But if you are here to look for trouble, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place!"
Wei Xuan turned his head to look at him.
"I am only here to find someone. My friend is here!"
The manager was stunned. "Your friend? Who is it?"
Wei Xuan glanced at the female staff member.
She stammered to the manager, "Manager, he said his friend is a woman, wearing ancient armor, and very beautiful. I truly haven't seen her!"
The manager frowned and politely said to Wei Xuan, "Sir, I guarantee on the reputation of this Pavilion that I have never seen the person you speak of. Why don't you try looking elsewhere?"
Wei Xuan sneered and stared directly at the female staff member.
"Do you dare to say that again?"
He pressed the butterfly knife against the female staff member's neck, his voice like shards of ice in the depths of winter.
"If you don't speak, you die!"
The female staff member trembled all over, her face devoid of color.
She stammered, "I... I'll tell you. She..."
"Guards! Throw this troublemaker out for me!"
The manager roared!
He interrupted the female staff member's words.
Immediately after, several burly men walked out, all of them Spirit Master Level!
A cold light burst forth from Wei Xuan's eyes!
"You forced my hand!"
He let go of the female staff member, the butterfly knife in his hand disappeared, replaced by the wandering dragon sword.
At this moment, Wei Xuan's gaze was indifferent.
Streaks of purple Heavenly Thunder wrapped around the wandering dragon sword.
A heart-palpitating Aura enveloped the entire scene.
Wei Xuan raised his sword.
His eyes were cold and clear!
"Thunder Punishment! Demon Quelling!"