Lord of the night.

Chapter 1355 The Powerful Old Lady! [Bonus Chapter 1 for Alliance Leader Wubushifei (the author)]

She Menglong was merely a descendant of the leader of the Spirit Snake Cult; he was not a cult leader at all.

But Feng Yun wouldn't let go of the title 'Sect Leader', which made She Menglong furious, his face turning red: "Feng Yun, don't be so smug. On the Cloud Ranking, we'll have a showdown!"

"Let's settle this once and for all... never mind."

Feng Yun said calmly, "I won't fight you. I'm a man, but whether you're male or female is hard to say. After all, you're from the Spirit Serpent Sect, hahaha... hahaha... snakes, well, everyone knows what I mean."

She Menglong gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound.

A muffled shout rang out from the void: "Feng Yun! How dare you!"

A golden hand slammed down.

Feng Yun didn't even blink, just watched with a faint smile.

Behind him, a blur appeared, and a golden spear suddenly materialized.

He exchanged blows with the golden palm, lowered his stance, and took a step back.

It was the Heavenly Spear, a brilliant plan!

Ranked tenth on the Cloud Weapon Ranking!
A deafening roar erupted in the air.

A figure in black flashed across the way and disappeared into the air again.

But suddenly, a muffled groan escaped his lips, and he tumbled to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood: "Who?! Who attacked me?!"

The mournful sound of the flute rose, plaintive and sorrowful, as if a thousand vengeful ghosts were crying out in anguish.

A faint, ethereal voice echoed from all directions.

"A flute and a sword, I am all alone, coming and going alone, floating and sinking alone. The world owes me seven parts of my kindness, and I owe a billion people in the underworld!"

The voice was ethereal, and no one knew where it came from, but everyone knew who it was.

It is ranked eighth on the Cloud Weapon Ranking!
The world's top masters today.

The Supreme Protector of the True Sect!

Heavenly King Xiao Ning is not.

The Cloud Weaponry Challenge has Ning Zaifei among those to be challenged. This time, he has to come, even if he doesn't want to.

The figure in black was thrown out, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Feng Yun snorted and said indifferently, "You have some nerve, trying to ambush me? She Menglong, it's one thing for your Spirit Serpent Sect to be ignorant, but you don't even know common sense?"

"For the sake of the Cloud Weapon Ranking, I'll spare his life today! Now get lost, do you want to go to the Looking-Homeward Terrace instead of the Cloud Weapon Ranking?"

"Feng Yun!"

She Menglong gritted his teeth: "We'll settle this eventually! Let's go!"

They led their men and charged through the mountain pass with a roar.

However, everyone looked somewhat disheveled from behind.

In the group, a thin, black-clad figure, masked and completely covered in a black robe, glanced at Feng Yun with eyes as sharp as snake venom, then silently slipped away into the crowd.

Feng Yun frowned, looking suspiciously at the retreating figures of the Spirit Serpent Sect members: "Why do I suddenly feel so nauseous?"

Chen Xue felt the same way.

"It seems you really hate these people."

"more than."

Feng Yun frowned and pondered, wondering where this inexplicable feeling came from.

Before they could figure it out, the clouds ahead churned, and space was torn open with a hiss, revealing a group of more than two hundred people who landed in front of them.

"Brother Fengyun, we meet again."

Dong Yuanping laughed loudly, his sparse yellow hair and sparse yellow mustache shaking together.

Feng Yun quickly pulled out a white towel and covered his nose.

They even thoughtfully covered up Chen Xue's face as well.

A rich fragrance emanated from the two of them.

Feng Yun shouted a warning: "Everyone be careful, the Divine Weasel Cult is here, watch out for their farts!"

Dong Yuanping's smiling face twisted in an instant. He never expected Feng Yun to be so disrespectful, and he roared angrily, "Feng Yun!!"

"Skunk! Get out of here!"

However, these words were spoken by a woman.

In the sky, a stunningly beautiful woman in white descended gracefully.

Dressed in white, with a slender figure, exquisite features, and unparalleled beauty!
That shout to get out of here came from her mouth.

Behind her stood an elderly woman in blue, her eyes gazing indifferently down below.

"Miss Zhao!"

Feng Yun smiled and said, "It's been a long time. You're still as charming as ever."

Feng Yun was genuinely terrified when he saw Zhao Ying'er, and Chen Xue felt even colder: This sister really is the type to start a fire at the drop of a hat!
Moreover, the fire was inextinguishable; each burst of flame created a large blaze, and inside the blaze was magma!
Zhao Ying'er nodded lightly: "Young Master Feng."

I stopped paying attention to it.

Over there, three figures appeared in the void. One of them said unhappily, "Where did this little bitch come from? Watch your language!"

Zhao Ying'er's pretty face turned cold.

Behind her, the old woman in blue looked up, her eyes suddenly flashing with two balls of fire, and said coldly, "You're courting death!"

The blue-clad figure flashed, and the space suddenly collapsed.

Flames shot skyward.

Ning Zaifei reacted quickly, taking Feng Yun and his wife several hundred feet away in a flash.

When looking back.

But then they saw the old woman in green holding the neck of the speaking Weasel Cult master with one hand, her face contorted with rage, while the Weasel Cult master was engulfed in flames, burning fiercely!

It was burning and screaming in agony.

But once he was grabbed by the other person's hand, he couldn't move at all!
It could only burn like that, crackling and popping.

The old woman in blue snorted, then reached out and grabbed the person, burning them without caring about the flames at all.

This expert was clearly doomed. He said disdainfully, "A mere skunk, neither human nor demon nor ghost nor beast, dares to speak so rudely! In your next life, remember to be civilized and polite."

The other two Divine Weasel Cult experts were deathly pale. They hadn't even seen how their opponent made their move before their companion was captured.

Feng Yun gasped.

The experts who escorted the participating teams from the Divine Weasel Sect were at least high-level Saint Kings, yet they were powerless against this old woman.

He was captured before he could even finish a move.

Who is this old lady? What is her relationship with Zhao Ying'er?

When did such a peerless master appear in this world? Why hasn't a single word been revealed about him? Surely such a master couldn't have been achieved overnight?
Feng Yun was filled with doubt.

With a snap, the old woman in blue threw a ball of flame, no bigger than a watermelon, onto the ground.

His gaze swept over the faces of the members of the Divine Weasel Cult. Although he didn't speak, the meaning was clear: Who dares to move!?
The threat is beyond words.

No one dared to move.

The old lady snorted, turned around with her hands behind her back, took Zhao Ying'er's hand, and without saying a word, drifted away.

With his own power, he silenced everyone present from the Sovereign Sect and the Divine Weasel Sect, leaving no one daring to utter a sound!

Even the audacious and unruly Heavenly King Xiao didn't dare to shout out anything like, "I still owe Huang Quan ten billion."

The group from the Divine Weasel Sect didn't even bother to say goodbye to Feng Yun, and hurried off towards Chessboard Peak...

This trip has really been...

Both of the skilled guards leading the team looked gloomy.

All he did was call her a "little bitch," was it really that big of a deal? The life of a ninth-rank Holy Lord was lost just because he uttered a single curse word!

When did the world become so dangerous?

Not to mention them, even Feng Yun was sweating profusely.

With a serious look in his eyes, he stared in the direction where the old lady in blue and Zhao Ying'er had left. He frowned and weighed the situation in his mind. This kind of combat power... it should even be about the same as Chief Duan, right?

This Zhao Ying'er... a descendant of the Phoenix God... Could this old lady be a phoenix?

As I was thinking, a blizzard raged in the air.

A chill filled the air.

Ice and snow appeared in the clouds. With a wave of his long sleeves, the white clouds broke apart neatly and fell gracefully.

Beside her stood Yan Beihan, elegant and graceful in a black cloak; Bi Yunyan, stunningly beautiful in a purple cloak; and Feng Xue, breathtakingly beautiful in a snow-white cloak!

Four beauties appeared at the same time!
A genuine smile spread across Chen Xue's face, like a hundred flowers blooming, and she jumped up excitedly, waving her hands: "Xiao Han! Xiao Xue! Yun Yan!"

My best friends and I finally got together!
so happy!
Feng Xue pouted: "Xiao Xue... Hehe, Xiao Xue, you actually call me Xiao Xue. It seems that becoming a sister-in-law has changed things."

"You little hussy, why are you being so sarcastic!"

Chen Xue rushed up and pinched Feng Xue's face. Feng Xue hurriedly dodged, but Bi Yunyan pushed her into Chen Xue's arms.

They betrayed him decisively.

"Bi Yunyan!"

Feng Xue roared in fury as Chen Xue ravaged her.

Chen Xue seized the opportunity and scratched him for a while, then suddenly stopped and whispered, "Feng Xue, why do you seem to have grown bigger again?"

Feng Xue angrily retorted, "No!"

"It's grown up now!"

Chen Xue snorted, glanced at Yan Beihan and Bi Yunyan, looked them up and down, and said, "Xiaohan and Yunyan have grown up... What have you three eaten?"

"vomit!"

Bi Yunyan gagged and hurriedly said, "I didn't eat anything!"

Feng Xue snorted, grabbed Chen Xue's chest, and said, "Aren't you all grown up now? Don't talk about us."

Chen Xue puffed out her chest proudly and said, "I'm married, isn't it normal for me to be a little older? What's wrong with you three girls?"

Yan Beihan frowned and said, "Why are you all acting like female hooligans... Let's talk about something else. Chen Xue, how are you? Are you pregnant?"

"Ugh... none of you are as shameless as you!"

Chen Xue blushed and said, "Not yet."

"Then you'd better hurry up." Yan Beihan, Bi Yunyan, and Feng Xue urged at the same time, saying, "Feng Yun (my elder brother) is not honest. He has a lot of wives and concubines. Don't let someone else get there before you."

Feng Yun rolled her eyes and turned her head away.

Chen Xue blushed and snorted, her voice firm and resolute: "Impossible!"

"How?"

"Hmph, we've never been apart since we got married."

Chen Xue was very proud.

"Great!"

The three women exclaimed in unison, "Miss Chen's skill in managing her husband is truly masterful. We are truly impressed!"

Chen Xue blushed and said, "There's a trick to it... Hehe, I'll tell you after you get married."

Bi Yunyan blinked and said, "What's there to be afraid of now? Right, Sister Feng Xue?"

Yan Beihan chuckled arrogantly: "You really have no ears..."

She turned her back and pretended not to listen, but her delicate little ears perked up without her noticing.

Feng Xue blushed and said, "Knowing this now is really useless... Sister-in-law, what do you think?"

"Just because I need someone's help, does that mean I'm suddenly a close sister-in-law again?" Chen Xue pouted and rolled her eyes.

The four women huddled together, whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears.

Bing Tianxue stared intently at the small ball of flame still burning on the ground.

From this ball of fire, she sensed what seemed to be the suppression from her natural enemy.

"What kind of fire is this?"

(End of this chapter)