NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 87: Even If You Don’t Care About Your Face, I Do
"Alright, we can go now. Since you want to give me some gifts, why would I refuse?" Feng Fan said.
He turned around before jumping out of the window beside the table where he and Xue Qiang had been eating.
Xue Qiang watched him jump and followed without hesitation. If there was going to be a fight, there was no reason for her to sit it out.
Feng Fan landed with a dull thud, the ground beneath him sinking slightly under the impact.
Xue Qiang, on the other hand, used her spiritual qi to slow her descent. She floated gently through the air before landing gracefully, her heels clicking softly against the ground, completely unscathed.
The Blue Dragon Sect disciples, still inside the restaurant, rushed to Wan Xiaojian, who lay unconscious on the floor. One of them quickly fed him a healing pill, the potent medicine working almost instantly.
Within seconds, the wound on his head was healed, and Wan Xiaojian groggily regained his senses. He glanced around, piecing together his surroundings, before the memory of Feng Fan's unexpected attack came flooding back.
His face twisted with rage.
"Where is that bastard? I'm going to eat him alive!" he roared.
The nearby guests looked at him strangely. 'How exactly are you planning on eating him?'
"He's downstairs. Let's go kill him," said the disciple who had given him the pill.
The four of them stormed down the stairs, their steps heavy with anger as they made their way toward Feng Fan and Xue Qiang.
Curious onlookers, intrigued by the commotion, followed them outside to witness the fight.
Those who didn't want to leave their meals settled for watching the spectacle through the restaurant windows, their eyes alight with anticipation.
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On the third floor, the man who had intervened to stop the fight stood near a table where only one person was seated.
She had incredibly long, silky black hair that flowed down to her knees when she stood. Her beauty was mesmerizing, like a refreshing oasis in a barren desert. Her figure was flawless, with curves that her robes struggled to conceal.
The woman was gazing intently into a mirror she held in both hands. The reflection in the mirror showed Feng Fan, his image captured as though it were playing out just for her.
"Your Highness, may I ask why this fight has caught your interest?" the man inquired, his tone carefully measured and respectful.
The woman smiled softly. "I like his boldness. Now, I'm curious to see if he has the strength to match it."
She slowly licked her lips, then bit her lower lip gently.
The man quickly averted his gaze, his heart racing.
If he harbored even the slightest inappropriate thought toward the woman before him, he didn't dare to imagine the consequences. Death would likely be the kindest punishment he could hope for.
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Feng Fan watched the quartet descend, his smile widening, particularly at Wan Xiaojian, who led the group.
"Young master, I've already accepted your generous gift. You can leave now and let me collect from your friends behind you," Feng Fan said with a humble smile.
Wan Xiaojian's face contorted with fury as his gaze locked onto his ring, now resting on Xue Qiang's finger.
"You thief! Give me back my ring!"
Feng Fan shook his head, feigning disappointment. "A gift can't be taken back, it would be an insult to your honor. Even if you don't care about your face, I do. After all, I can't associate with shameless people. I have standards, you know."
Wan Xiaojian didn't respond; he knew it was pointless to argue with him.
"Su Liqin, lend me a spare sword!" Wan Xiaojian demanded, extending his hand toward Su Liqin—the man who had been embracing the female disciple inside the restaurant.
Su Liqin complied without hesitation, summoning a sword from his space ring and handing it over to Wan Xiaojian.
"Killing Dragon Sword Formation!" Wan Xiaojian shouted to his companions.
They immediately understood the command and moved to surround Feng Fan and Xue Qiang.
With his spiritual qi vision activated, Feng Fan noticed the shift in the surrounding qi.
'This is very similar to an array. Interesting.'
He tightened his grip on the brick in his right hand, while Xue Qiang summoned her spear from her space ring, gripping it firmly with both hands.
"If you ruin this dress, I'll kill every one of you!" Xue Qiang snapped, clearly irritated at the thought of her clothes being damaged.
"Hmph. You should worry about what I'll do to you after I kill your boyfriend, bitch!" Wan Xiaojian sneered, already envisioning the depravity he would inflict on Xue Qiang.
Feng Fan's expression darkened, his voice cold and sharp. "It seems you don't value your family jewels anymore."
Wan Xiaojian didn't bother replying. Instead, he lunged forward, his sword aimed directly at Feng Fan. An illusory blue dragon appeared in front of him, roaring as if announcing his attack.
As Wan Xiaojian closed the distance, Feng Fan infused spiritual qi into the Heaven Suppression Relic and, to everyone's surprise, turned around and hurled it at the female disciple standing behind him with all his might.
The woman hadn't anticipated that Feng Fan would ignore the charging Wan Xiaojian and attack her instead. Feng Fan's brick moved too quickly, catching her off guard and leaving her no time to react.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as the brick collided with her face. The impact was brutal, sending blood and brain matter splattering onto the ground.
She died a painless death, unworthy of a Foundation Establishment realm cultivator.
"Guo Chen!" her lover, Su Liqin, screamed in anguish.
The moment the woman fell, Wan Xiaojian's attack lost much of its momentum, his power diminishing by at least half. Still, he didn't stop, aiming for Feng Fan's back.
But before his strike could land, a spear of flames intercepted him.
"Phoenix Descent!"
Behind Xue Qiang, an illusory phoenix spread its wings majestically as her fiery spear clashed against Wan Xiaojian's blade.
The impact forced Wan Xiaojian to stumble back three steps, his grip on his sword faltering as the searing heat from Xue Qiang's weapon radiated through the metal, nearly burning his hands.