Battle of the Gods

"Damn you for ruining my plans!"

"Damn you for ruining my plans!"

Yi Feng cursed while running.

Of course, the reason Yi Feng had kidnapped this woman was because she had declared herself to be from the Jie Sect.

Though Yi Feng wasn’t overly familiar with the Jie Sect, he had heard of them—a powerful faction that had broken through the barriers to establish itself across the Nine Realms.

In short, they seemed formidable in Yi Feng’s eyes.

And this woman’s status was anything but ordinary. By taking her, he figured the Hong Sect would surely send a swarm of experts to hunt him down.

Hahahaha…

Yi Feng was practically giddy with delight. What a clever move this was!

Meanwhile, the unconscious woman draped over his shoulder in her fluttering gauze robes would never have imagined that her attempt to intimidate Yi Feng by invoking the Jie Sect’s name had backfired spectacularly—instead of scaring him off, it was the very reason he’d snatched her away.

Back at the convoy, the moment the woman was taken, the entire group was stunned.

The leader of the escort, in particular, looked as if his eyes were about to pop out of his skull.

The young mistress—kidnapped right under his nose, in broad daylight?

No matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn’t fathom how that white-robed youth had pulled it off.

Nor could he understand why the young mistress hadn’t resisted.

Someone as powerful as her—how could she be taken so easily?

But now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. With a furious shout, he led his men in pursuit, soaring through the air after Yi Feng.

Before long, the convoy leader and his group caught up.

"Brat, release our young mistress at once!"

The leader pointed his sword at Yi Feng, his voice icy.

"And what if I don’t? This girl’s mine now."

With the woman still slung over his shoulder, Yi Feng gave her backside a loud, deliberate smack—both to provoke his pursuers and, in his own twisted way, repay her for saving his life earlier.

"You—you—!"

Witnessing such disrespect toward his young mistress, the convoy leader’s face twisted in rage. His sword trembled as he unleashed a devastating strike, its aura brimming with annihilation, aimed straight at Yi Feng.

"Perfect."

Yi Feng subtly arched his chest, leaving his vitals completely exposed.

This attack seemed even more lethal than the last—finally, death might be within reach.

All this effort—slowing his pace after kidnapping the woman just to lure them in—was about to pay off.

In the blink of an eye, the sword pierced toward Yi Feng’s heart.

Just as he braced for the end…

Crack!

The blade bent, then snapped in two, sending the convoy leader flying backward.

Yi Feng was dumbfounded.

His face twitched violently, his expression a masterpiece of disbelief.

Are you kidding me?

After all that trouble to provoke them, this guy turned out to be a joke.

All bark and no bite.

That strike felt no stronger than Old Man Wang’s feeble swings back in the village.

What a waste of effort!

Cursing under his breath, Yi Feng scowled and decided he’d had enough. Under the terrified gazes of the pursuers, he hoisted the gauze-clad woman onto his slow-moving mount and prepared to leave.

At least he still had her.

Surely, she’d draw out the Hong Sect’s real heavyweights—elders, maybe even the sect master.

This convoy leader was just a glorified bodyguard, after all.

"I’ll be waiting for the Hong Sect to come rescue her. Better hurry, or I’ll come wipe you out myself."

Before taking off, Yi Feng made sure to toss one last taunt, just to stoke the flames.

Then, with a leap, he vanished into the sky.

The convoy leader struggled to his feet, his eyes locked on the direction Yi Feng had disappeared. A closer look would reveal sheer terror lurking in their depths.

He couldn’t comprehend it—no cultivation aura, no defenses, yet Yi Feng had taken his full-powered strike unharmed and even rebounded the force to cripple him.

"Why? Did the young mistress’s identity leak?"

"Or is this about the struggle for the Saint’s legacy?"

"Could it be an old enemy from the Heavenly Domain?"

Luo Chen’s hands still trembled, his grip white-knuckled around the broken hilt. Exchanging a glance with the young mistress’s personal maid, the two immediately took off—not after Yi Feng, but in another direction.

Clearly, they were seeking reinforcements. Chasing further would be futile after that display.

Left behind, the remaining escorts stood frozen, their faces pale with dread. Unlike Luo Chen and the maid, they were genuine Hong Sect members—just along for the ride.

Their only hope now was the accompanying elder, who stood among them, visibly shaken.

"E-Elder… what do we do?"

The group turned to him, desperate.

"What else? Rush back and report to the sect master!"

The elder’s voice cracked with panic, his legs quaking. The terror in his eyes hadn’t faded.

That clash had been a battle between gods.

Forget the mysterious white-robed man who’d tanked a lethal strike and kidnapped the woman without breaking a sweat—even Luo Chen’s attack could’ve obliterated him with a glancing blow.

And then there was the kidnapper’s parting threat:

Wait for the Hong Sect to come rescue her, or he’d come for them.

Heavens above, what kind of nightmare was this?

Why drag the Hong Sect into a fight between monsters?

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