Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“It’s okay for you to call me big but don’t you ever call this little thing here a cat! Or else!”
The snow-white cat swung its little claws, hissing away. If Chen Xiaobei was present, he would understand that this little guy was swearing again.
But who could blame it?
It was a Frost Jade Lion being mistaken for a little kitten!
“Pfft… Do I look like a fool to you?” White-eyes spat. “I can kill this stupid little cat with one slap! You better hurry up and apologize to me or I will make you and your stupid cat pay!”
“Apologize?” The stout guy shrugged and said, “I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you again. I have never in my life apologized. I only know how to slap! Do you know what slapping it? You know the one where you go smack! Smack! Smack!”
“So you want to slap me? Ha! It looks like somebody is tired of living!”
A ray of red beam shot out from White-eyes’ eyes.
“Hmph! Mutant! Crimson Eyes Spiritual Form! 70,000 combat power! Not only am I going to slap that face of yours, I am going to kill you!”
“Who… Who are you… How did you know my secret…”
White-eyes looked nervously at the pair.
The American officials never publicized any information about the mutants. Without a high-level of security clearance, no one would ever be able to know anything about them, especially not in such great detail!
“Who am I? Heh, since you’re asking so sincerely, let me tell you!” The stalwart man puffed up his chest and said, “I am Bei Xuan Faction third disciple, Wu Aofeng! Nicknamed Face Slapping Little Tornado!”
“Bei Xuan Faction? Chen Zhufeng? What kind of rubbish is that? I’ve never even heard of that!”
White-eyes’ reddened like two fireballs.
“*%$#@?!” Wu Aofeng burst out in anger. “Did you just say that my sifu is rubbish? I will decapitate that stupid head of yours and kick it around like a ball!”
“You sifu? Is he that Chen Zhufeng? In today’s world any Tom, Dick, and Harry could claim to be a master! But they are just a bunch of clowns!”
“F*ck you!” Wu Aofeng’s could not hold his temper anymore. “It’s only because of your ignorance that you’ve never heard of Sifu! If I tell you his real name, you’d be peeing in your pants, right now!”
“Go ahead then! Tell me!” White-eyes laughed as if Wu Aofeng had just told him the funniest joke ever.
My Sifu is Chen Xiaobei a.k.a Zhaofeng! The master of Bei Xuan faction! The most powerful elite on the Hero of War Leaderboard and God of War Leaderboard!” Wu Aofeng looked proudly at White-eyes and asked, “So, are you scared now?”
Hero of War Leaderboard was for those under 30 years old, while the God of War Leaderboard was for those above 30.
These two leaderboards were for regular elites in Jianghu, and did not include those that in ancient factions. The fact that Chen Xiaobei defeated everyone at Hero of War Leaderboard, he was definitely worth to be called number one! As for the first place of God of War Leaderboard, it had always been the faction leader of Xuanjian Faction, Liu Xiyuan. Now, Chen Xiaobei was way more powerful than Liu Xiyuan, it was only logical for Chen Xiaobei to top the God of War Leaderboard.
Of course, right now, only the people of Bei Xuan knew about Chen Xiaobei’s real strength. Everyone else still thought that Liu Xiyuan placed first on the God of War Leaderboard.
That, of course, included White-eyes. His intel reported that Chen Xiaobei was only in the later phase of True Nirvana Cultivation. Wu Aofeng had accidentally let this truth slip but White-eyes, naturally, did not believe him. But when he heard the name of Wu Aofeng’s sifu, he suddenly realized that they had covered up a lot of things.
“Chen… Chen Xiaobei?” White-eyes stared in disbelief. “AH, yes! In Phantom Rain’s report, she mentioned that Chen Xiaobei had infiltrated Japan using the alias Chen Zhufeng… Zhufeng is really… No! It can’t be wrong! It’s not!”
“What? Are you going to run home to mummy?” Wu Aofeng smiled triumphantly. “My Sifu wants your head. Even if you kneel down now and call me your daddy, you will still die here!”
“Hmph! Chen Xiaobei’s cultivation is just a piece of shit! He’s only on the later phase of True Nirvana cultivation! You are just his disciple! Don’t try to intimidate me!”
White-eyes’ eyes burned with rage, literally.
“Alright! Shall we dance?” Wu Aofeng asked, smiling.
“What? Are you scared? Allow me to retaliate in your own words: Even if you kneel down now and call me your daddy, you will still die here!”
“Beg for mercy… Oh, look! A U.F.O!” Wu Aofeng suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the sky behind White-eyes.
“Moron! Do I look like a child to you? That’s such a childish move! Don’t try to trick me… Shit!”
Before the prick could finish his sentence, he felt a sudden rush of cold air behind his back. He never thought that a man like Wu Aofeng would make up such stupid joke—telling him that there was a U.F.O in the sky.
Swish!
It was gold silhouette swooping down from above.
“The Grand… Grand Leader of the Blood Descendants?!” White-eyes turned around; he nearly shat his pants.
It was a transformed Blood Descendant with golden hair and golden wings, and a pair of blood-red eyes with gold pupils.
Those were exactly the physical characteristics of the Grand Leader of the Blood Descendants!
He was now much faster and stronger than a human that was as powerful as him.
This meant that, White-eyes who only had 70,000 combat power, would never be able to get away!
This mother*cker would die here!
White-eyes wanted to cry. This ‘U.F.O’ was a deadly one!
“Die!”
The Grand Leader of the Blood Descendants appeared old but there was a certain firmness and austerity to him.
He roared and a dark gray Wind True Kang was set in motion.
He grasped a tornado in each hand like a Wind God and wanted to use the sharp Wind Blade to shred White-eyes.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
With the Wind Blade fast approaching, there was no escape for White-eyes.
His only option was to use his back to block the impact.
At the same time, he stepped on the ground really hard and used his own strength and the force of the Wind Blade to leap forward for at least ten meters.
Wu Aofeng watched the scene before him and cheered excitedly, “Oh! That’s not bad at all! You’re using the ‘lizard-with-a-broken-tail’ instinct?”
