The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 85 Thick-skinned and the Tigress
"Hmm?" Feng Ling frowned, just about to reward Wang Tao with a kick, he suddenly changed direction. A burst of energy, nearly ten times the power of a chakra, suddenly shot out from his toes, attacking a venomous woman's figure to his side in the blink of an eye.

"Bang!" "Crack!" Two crisp sounds, one loud and one soft, rang out. Hu Meier coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing into the stone wall of the dark pavilion. The dagger in her hand shattered into powder. And coincidentally, most of the shattered fragments and iron shards pierced the charming woman.

"Ahhh...!" A painful scream suddenly rang out, originating from two different directions, sounding indescribably eerie. Feng Yuqing knew that one of them came from Hu Meier, whose face had been "corroded and disfigured," while the other scream did not come from Feng Ling, who had been hit in the face, but from... Wang Tao!
"Hiss~! How did he do that?" Seeing that the injured person was not Feng Ling, Feng Yuqing had just breathed a sigh of relief when she gasped in shock.

Wang Tao's face was contorted in a grimace as he clutched his right hand, which had been used to slap him, and fell to the ground howling in pain. Feng Ling's foot pressed down hard on his chest, and no matter how much he struggled in agony, he couldn't move an inch!
"Ah~! Bastard~! Bastard!" Wang Tao cursed loudly. Although his chest felt tight from being stepped on by the man in purple, he still kept arguing.

Finally, perhaps exhausted from cursing, Wang Tao gritted his teeth and glared at Feng Ling for a long time before uttering a sentence that left everyone present speechless: "How... how can your skin be so thick!?"

“Likewise, likewise…!” The man in purple raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, his words neither warm nor cold. At first glance, they seemed very humble, but in reality, they contained sarcasm. The black and white bone lock he was wearing made a rubbing sound, which sounded like mockery to Wang Tao.

Through their back-and-forth conversation, Feng Yuqing and Hu Meier finally understood: Wang Tao's earlier forceful slap had landed on an "iron-faced" man! No wonder Wang Tao was so agitated!
This is so tangy...!
"Feng Ling, release Senior Brother Wang Tao, or I will kill Feng Yuqing even if it means serious injury!" The alluring woman roared hysterically, her blood-soaked face contorted with madness. As she spoke, she leaped forward and attacked Feng Yuqing with a sharp sword.

Hu Meier knew she was no match for Feng Ling, and trying to rescue Wang Tao from him was a pipe dream. She figured she might as well try a diversionary tactic. Consider this: Feng Ling's only free foot was currently pinning Wang Tao down; how could he possibly save Feng Yuqing?
Whether it was his own successful capture of Feng Yuqing or Feng Ling's voluntary withdrawal to rescue him, he had achieved his goal!

"Hey, you heartless bastard! Why aren't you coming to save me?" Having learned from her previous experience, the woman in green was not worried at all. Instead of dodging or avoiding, she looked at the man in purple with a hint of dependence, letting the woman opposite her stab her with her sword.

"I can't come, go by yourself!" The man in purple raised an eyebrow, a thought flashing through his mind, and chuckled helplessly. He thought to himself, "This girl is becoming more and more dependent on me, but I will have to leave the Jade Purity Sect sooner or later, and we are destined to be separated forever. My... sister!"

With a loud "Bang!", a burst of energy at the tenth level of power erupted once again from the left toe of the purple-clad man. Feng Ling had naturally considered Hu Meier's plan, but he avoided those two possibilities and instead chose a third, "self-created" one!
"Ahhh! You bastard...!" Wang Tao let out a shrill scream as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing down on his chest, and he was so angry that he almost fainted.

However, Feng Ling used Wang Tao as a stepping stone, using it to spin his body on his right toes, and then, with a flick of his left foot, he sent out two more streams of energy! The alluring woman holding the sword was startled and hurriedly dodged to the side, glaring warily and angrily at the despicable man standing on the "stepping stone."

"Crack!" A metallic cracking sound rang out in front of her, and Hu Mei'er's heart skipped a beat. A bad premonition rose within her, and she turned around with difficulty... "Hi! Senior Sister Hu!" A stunningly beautiful face and a melodious voice came into view at the same time. Before she knew it, the woman in green had arrived in front of her with a wicked smile. Her hands, which should have been bound, were now pulling and playing with a cute red whip, and her malicious gaze was looking her up and down.

"Bang! Bang...!" The red whip lashed wildly, leaving behind a trail of whip shadows and a woman's shrill scream. The two grown men who witnessed it all felt their scalps tingle and their hearts pound with fear! They secretly thought to themselves, "Indeed! Women are not to be trifled with!"

If Feng Yuqing heard this, she would definitely roll her eyes and say, "How dare she try to disfigure me! I'm being lenient by not killing her outright! I only beat her up to vent my anger and soothe my fragile and... young heart!"

"Ah ...

Hu Mei'er immediately lay down on the ground without making a sound. A hidden energy began to slowly rise within her body, and black lines appeared on her scratched face.

"Speak, where is Sun Yuyang? Is it related to you?" Feng Yuqing frowned and asked in a deep voice. He grabbed the strange Hu Meier's neck with his jade hand and pressed her feet off the ground against the stone wall of the dark pavilion. He looked just like a domineering man.

"Perhaps, it's not such a bad thing that I didn't win her over!" With the purple-clad man under his feet, Wang Tao glanced at the domineering green-clad woman with difficulty, and a chill ran through him. He then cast a sympathetic yet gloating and resentful look at Feng Ling.

"Yuqing is almost as fierce as a tigress!" Feng Ling muttered to himself. Fortunately, the woman in green opposite him was busy interrogating him and did not hear Feng Ling's suicidal words.

"Sizzle... sizzle...!" Suddenly, the chains on his hands trembled violently and made a tearing sound, startling the purple-clad man who was lost in thought.

"Sigh, almost there! It's about to be untied...!" Feng Ling looked up at the black and white chains and sighed inwardly. If he hadn't exerted too much force earlier, causing the excess ghost and god power to be rejected, how could he have been suppressed by this damn thing to the point where he only had tenth-level cultivation!
Actually, Feng Yuqing was in an even worse state earlier. Aside from being completely suppressed by the four chains, he regained his ninth-level cultivation after his legs were freed. It was precisely because of this that he suffered a unnecessary fright and was almost disfigured by Hu Meier, whose aura had strangely increased to the ninth level!

(End of this chapter)