The Demon Lords

Chapter 841 186: Fury

When he woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

Zheng Fan sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his forehead with his left hand, his gaze still holding some fatigue from the remaining side effects of the "mind-bending drug."

At this moment, Ke's voice came from the doorway:

"Lord Zheng, do you want some lunch?"

Zheng Fan ended his contemplation, and with a somewhat hoarse voice, said:

"Something light."

"Alright, I understand, my lord."

After washing, Zheng Fan walked to the front hall.

On the table were a few light dishes and a bowl of plain noodles.

To prepare these dishes in such a short time, Ke was indeed remarkable.

Zheng Fan picked up the noodle bowl and, while eating, asked:

"Did Siniang return last night?"

"In response to Lord Zheng, she returned but left again in the morning."

Zheng Fan nodded.

He didn't eat much and soon put down his chopsticks, walking alone to the backyard.

The backyard had a more open area with a weapon and a large water tank, a place where Lord Zheng usually practiced martial arts.

Stepping forward,

he drew his sword;

When Zheng Fan practiced swordsmanship, he didn't adhere to any fixed routines apart from some basic moves. After all, whenever he needed, he could easily summon a demon-lord to train with him.

After practicing for nearly an hour, Zheng Fan flipped the sword away, and the flying sword landed back on the weapon rack.

Immediately,

Zheng Fan took off his shirt and stepped into the water tank.

"My lord."

Ke had always been attentive to the sounds in the yard, having figured out some of Zheng Fan's habits by now, she took the initiative to walk over and offered the icy drink.

Zheng Fan reached out to take it, but just as he was about to drink, he stopped.

"You drink it."

"Hm?"

"Drink it."

"Yes, my lord."

Ke took a sip and looked at Zheng Fan.

Seeing no reaction from Zheng Fan, she could only drink several more sips. The overly cold drink was somewhat too much for her physique to handle, but she had no choice.

"Alright, go prepare another cup for me."

"Yes, my lord."

Zheng Fan leaned back, his back pressing against the wall of the water tank.

Then,

with a "clang,"

the cup shattered,

and Ke collapsed to the ground.

Sitting in the water tank, Zheng Fan watched this scene, cupping water with his hands and splashing it on his face. His head tilted back, looking at the sky above, with a smile on his lips.

Then,

Zheng Fan stood up,

stepping out of the water tank, he came to the weapon rack and drew the sword he had just put back.

Perhaps due to the hot weather, Zheng Fan felt particularly irritable today.

Irritated upon waking up,

Irritated during martial practice,

Even soaking in the water tank didn't help ease his irritability,

Especially when Ke collapsed to the ground,

That emotion instantly filled Zheng Fan's entire being.

Some matters,

One time,

he could smile and brush it off,

But if it happens repeatedly...

He's unwilling.

About a quarter of an hour passed,

No other sound came from the yard,

Only Zheng Fan standing with a sword, and Ke collapsed on the ground.

"Come out."

Zheng Fan said.

He knew that someone was surely watching this in secret.

Finally,

A face emerged from the pond in the yard—it was Xue Three.

Xue Three slowly crawled out of the pond, shaking the water droplets off his body, and looked at Zheng Fan.

Two daggers,

Continually sliding up and down from the position of his wrists and arms;

The expression on his face shifted from indifferent to embarrassed, then to flattering.

In conclusion,

At the moment, Xue San was very conflicted.

On one hand,

Judging from the information provided by Fanli,

He should step up to show the lord a thing or two, then achieve progression like Fanli did;

But on the other hand,

Looking at the lord standing there with a sword,

He hesitated...

Actually, whether it was Zheng Fan as the lord or the seven demon-lords under him, although they constantly called each other "lord" and "subordinate" in daily life, none took this master-servant relationship truly seriously.

However, having been together for so long, the thought of ripping the mask apart, Xue San truly felt reluctant.

Among the seven demon-lords,

The one universally acknowledged as the most foolish had already progressed,

The rest of the demon-lords were far from being true fools.

Xue San also knew, if he made the wrong choice, if anything went awry, not only might his status not be advanced, but he would also risk being "canceled."

Finally,

Xue Three made a decision,

His face fixed into a flattering smile,

Said to Zheng Fan:

"My lord, if I said this was all just a misunderstanding, would you believe me?"

Zheng Fan didn't respond,

Instead, he charged forward with the sword.

Xue Three's gaze sharpened, his figure immediately flickered, moving away from the original spot, while Zheng Fan's sword struck the floor tiles, causing cracks across the area.

"My lord, it's a misunderstanding, it really is."

Xue Three had just finished speaking when Zheng Fan's next swing came again.

Left with no choice, Xue Three could only draw his daggers to forcibly block Zheng Fan's strike. The clash created some obstruction, giving Xue Three the opportunity to widen the gap again.

"My lord, can we put down the sword and allow me to kneel before you for a proper talk?"

Zheng Fan didn't respond, continuing with a horizontal slash.

Xue Three's form retreated once more.

In theory, the demon-lords, due to their combat experience and powerful lineage, were capable of being invincible at the same level unless they encountered certain extraordinary individuals like Mr. Chen and could challenge higher levels easily.