Imperial Treasure

Chapter 1342 - 768: Pouring Oil! (Part 2)

The man with short hair spun around, launching a flying sword, swift as a bird’s wings, toward the Great Grandmaster!

The master in the brown robe instantly blocked with his sword, deflecting the flying sword back at the short-haired man...

The short-haired man decisively swung the woman he was holding forward, accurately grabbing the returning sword with his other hand, and lunged at the opponent!

"Looking for death!"

The man in the brown robe shouted, slashing down with his sword.

Flying sword, block!

Boom!

Kneeling heavily on the ground, the large stones on the ground shattered, thigh bone cracked.

"Ah Fei!!"

The woman thrown out wore a floral dress, her face alluring, yet now her peach blossom-like eyes were filled with panic, her agile gaze horrified, as she screamed in fright...

She was thrown towards Sui Yi, who was near the stall, intending to rescue. Duan Yu was cautious of the Two Elders of Xuanming, while she ran straight towards Sui Yi...

Sui Yi sidestepped, grabbing her arm, pulling her back to steady her.

Under normal circumstances, Sun Xiaohong would loudly call out for a handsome man, but seeing Sui Yi she felt nothing, only concerned for Ah Fei’s life, turning to see Ah Fei on his knees with broken bones from a sword blow, her heart breaking.

The shout caused Ah Fei to endure immense pain angering him to shout: "Zuo Lengchan, you take advantage of my brother’s absence, seizing the chance to capture us, truly shameless and vile, despite calling yourself a man of the Orthodox Sect!"

"Ha! Capturing you two? Ridiculous! I only want to invite the young lady back for a sit, but you, a Third-rate Jianghu rogue, kidnapping her with ulterior motives. I’ll kill you and uphold the righteousness of my sect!"

He pressed down his wrist, increasing the Sword Qi, as Ah Fei seemed destined to perish under the sword...

The Two Elders of Xuanming seized the opportunity to attack Duan Yu and Sui Yi!

Ha!

What a chaotic game!

"Young Master Duan, be careful, it’s the Xuan Ming Divine Palm..."

The woman in the restaurant upstairs couldn’t help but run out, leaning on the railing and shouting....

At that moment, Ah Fei, Sui Yi, and Duan Yu faced their life-and-death crisis simultaneously...

But unlike the luck of two young men being remembered by a lady, didn’t Sui Yi have such fortune?

NO!

"Young Master, be careful!"

"Young Master!"

"Young Master, be very careful!"

"Brother, be careful!"

Women on both sides of the street shouting out loud, even young girls and children calling....

After such shouts.

Three spiraling Sword Flows shot forth in the air...

Boom!

Xuan Ming Divine Palm shattered!

Boom!

Zuo Lengchan flew!

Bang bang bang!

The Two Elders of Xuanming and Zuo Lengchan clutched their chests, coughing blood, retreating repeatedly.

The stone slabs beneath their feet cracked under the fierce sword qi tearing through them. Relieving force onto the ground didn’t rid the lethal force of the Sword Qi.

The shattered stones crumbled to powder uniformly.

In a blink, the three retreated a dozen steps, severely injured!

The whole street fell silent.

Until someone came out of the Study Room from afar, leaning against the doorpost, cast a wandering eye....

The faces of the Two Elders of Xuanming and Zuo Lengchan changed dramatically.

Then, without a word, the two in front grabbed Lu Yuncong and fled, the latter glanced at Yan Jingan leaning against the pillar, sullen, turning to leave. His subordinates naturally followed suit, disappearing swiftly, leaving chaos and the spectators....

Zuo Lengchan and the Two Elders of Xuanming were renowned masters in the North District, each with a force under them, yet frightened into such a state, the person who had just struck....

Hey, who was that just now?

Vaguely remembering it was a woman, vanishing after a glimpse.

Curious onlookers wanted to peek closer, but no one dared approach, due to the countless who died from excessive curiosity....

Alright, not seeing her, they turned their gaze to the woman running from the second floor toward Duan Yu.

Beautiful, exceedingly beautiful.

A blue cloth wrapped her black hair, strands cascading by the ear, flowing like a waterfall behind her, a white dress with pink patterns, oval face, dignified and elegant, her large eyes especially enchanting, a glance like a garden in bloom....

Resembled a celestial being.. fortunately her aura wasn’t cold like ice, but rather gentle and beautiful.

Approaching, softly asked Duan Yu if injured, deeply worried and tender.

Duan Yu replied softly, comforting her....

"Miss Wang, I’m fine.. don’t worry.."

"I didn’t think it through, did I scare you...?"

Though their conduct was refined, restrained, lacking the intimacy of lovers, they perfectly embodied the noble gentleman and admirable lady, especially with his exceptional character, kind heart, and her attentive nature, unconcerned about causing trouble, instead worrying about Ah Fei’s injuries.

Sun Xiaohong hurried to Ah Fei’s side, eyes red and teary, biting her lips to check Ah Fei’s injuries.

His leg bone broken.

Seeing the bloodied leg revealing white bone, Sun Xiaohong determined, "It’s alright, Ah Fei, grandfather taught me medicine, my skills are excellent, don’t worry... the leg will heal..."

She spoke like self-hypnosis to Ah Fei, whose face was pale, trying hard not to faint from pain. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to vote for recommendation tickets at Qidian (qidian.com), monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)