Urban Seduction: Housewives Club-Chapter 1269: Giving Face but Not Taking It

"Hahaha..."

Chase Wind burst into a fit of wild laughter, then looked towards Yin Hanyan, who was seated below the stage, and shouted, "Senior Yin, now that I’ve outdone everyone else, you’re not going to go back on your word, are you?"

Hearing Chase Wind’s words and seeing the other cultivators who had already backed down, Song Nianyao felt a sense of despair wash over her.

"Disciple, don’t worry. I will not let you marry someone like him!" Yin Hanyan gently patted Song Nianyao’s shoulder, her eyes flashing with determination.

At this moment, she had already made up her mind to kill Chase Wind, even if it meant going to war with Nuwa Palace. She absolutely could not allow her beloved disciple to suffer such a grievance.

Song Nianyao, seeing the resolute look in her master’s eyes, quickly grabbed her hand.

With her kind-hearted nature, she didn’t want to involve the entire Cuiyan Sect because of herself. Therefore, she decided that she would rather die than let her master go to war with Nuwa Palace.

As the master and disciple were tugging at each other, a clear and bright voice suddenly rang out, "So eager to claim victory already? Did you ask me?"

With the sound of the voice, a tall and slender figure leaped onto the stage.

At just one glance, Yin Hanyan and her disciple were certain that this young man was undoubtedly the world-class genius they had heard of. He was incredibly handsome, the most beautiful person they had ever seen in their lives.

Chase Wind was also quite handsome, but compared to this young man, he was nothing.

Unlike Chase Wind’s arrogance, this peerless genius of the Zhenxu Realm was incredibly calm. He stood there as still as a mountain, and despite his youth, he already had the demeanor of a grandmaster.

In an instant, both Yin Hanyan and her disciple couldn’t help but feel a surge of fondness for this world-class genius, whose name they still did not know.

Especially Song Nianyao, who felt an instinctive closeness, even a sense of blood connection, to this handsome young man she was meeting for the first time.

"Another one looking to die!" Chase Wind scornfully glanced at Ye Fei, who had stepped onto the stage, and let out a cold snort.

He then interrupted the female disciple who was about to announce the strengths of the two opponents, "I know, defeat him within ten moves, right? No problem, kid, bring it on!"

With that, the flying sword behind Chase Wind flew out again, stabbing straight at Ye Fei, just like how he had defeated the previous challenger.

However, this time he was facing Ye Fei, who would not let him hit so easily? With just a slight flicker, Ye Fei dodged the attack.

"I’ll see how long you can keep dodging!" Chase Wind let out another cold snort, controlling the flying sword to relentlessly pursue Ye Fei, but each time Ye Fei narrowly evaded the strike.

"Nice, truly a genius who advanced to Soul Fusion before the age of sixty!" The audience did not belittle Ye Fei just because he was only dodging; instead, they cheered him on.

After all, it was already a miracle for a cultivator at the initial Soul Fusion stage to keep dodging the moves of someone at the peak of the late Soul Fusion stage.

Hearing the positive reactions, a glint of murderous intent flashed in Chase Wind’s eyes. He hadn’t expected his opponent to be such a genius.

Overwhelmed with jealousy, he immediately harbored a desire to kill, and his attacks with the flying sword became even more fierce.

But no matter how hard Chase Wind tried, he couldn’t even touch a single hair on Ye Fei.

In the blink of an eye, ten moves had passed, and the female disciple loudly declared, "Ten moves are up, the challenger wins. Please, both of you, stop!"

The crowd immediately burst into cheers. Chase Wind’s arrogance had long been a thorn in their sides, and now, seeing him humiliated, they were all overjoyed.

Yin Hanyan and her disciple were also delighted at this moment, especially Song Nianyao. Ye Fei’s battle had pulled her out of the abyss of despair, and so when she looked at that handsome figure again, her heart couldn’t help but flutter.

However, upon hearing the female disciple’s words, Chase Wind did not stop at all. Instead, he attacked even more fiercely and shouted in anger and embarrassment, "With such agility, how could he be at the initial Soul Fusion stage? Today, I won’t rest until I’ve killed him!"

"Bang!" Hearing Chase Wind’s shameless words, Yin Hanyan couldn’t help but slam the table hard, ready to step in and subdue him. After all, no matter how good the genius’s agility was, there was always a chance of carelessness. Over time, it was hard to ensure that he wouldn’t fall to Chase Wind.

But before Yin Hanyan could make a move, Ye Fei spoke again.

"Is this how you treat someone who gives you a chance?" Ye Fei said coldly. He had already heard about Chase Wind’s background while in the audience.

Following the principle of not causing trouble for the Cuiyan Sect, he had only intended to make the opponent back down. However, he hadn’t expected Chase Wind to push his luck and keep going, so he also felt a surge of killing intent.

"Who’s the one not taking a chance? If you know what’s good for you, admit defeat now, or don’t blame me for using my ultimate move to take your life!" Chase Wind, who thought he was invincible, said arrogantly.

"Ultimate move, is it?" Ye Fei sneered, no longer dodging. With a flash of his figure, he was right in front of Chase Wind.

Chase Wind never expected that his opponent had been holding back on speed. Startled, he quickly recalled his flying sword at the fastest speed and thrust it at Ye Fei’s chest, trying to force him back.

But Ye Fei neither dodged nor avoided. He let the flying sword pierce his chest.

"Ding!" The flying sword, which had just critically injured a cultivator at the initial Soul Fusion stage, only made a soft sound when it hit Ye Fei. Then, a short sword, barely over a foot long, suddenly appeared in Ye Fei’s hand. He held it in reverse, extended it to Chase Wind’s neck, and gently wiped it across.

With a soft "puff" sound, the extremely arrogant Chase Wind was immediately beheaded. His large head flew into the air, and a powerful jet of blood sprayed from his severed neck, shooting up over ten feet high.

Although Ye Fei’s move was much harsher than Chase Wind’s earlier attack, no one felt any aversion. Instead, they felt a sense of relief and admiration for Ye Fei. A cultivator at the peak of the Soul Fusion stage had been defeated with just a single, effortless strike.

Despite having his physical body destroyed, Chase Wind did not die. The first stage of the Soul Fusion realm was the Out-of-Body phase, which meant that one’s spirit could leave the physical body. As long as one reached this level, the spirit would not perish, and thus, the person would not die.

Before his body could even fall, Chase Wind’s spirit broke free from his body and transformed into a three-inch-tall figure, which sped away as fast as possible.

However, Ye Fei was even faster than Chase Wind. With just a flash, he appeared in front of Chase Wind’s spirit, opened his palm, and captured the tiny figure. Then, a flash of lightning appeared in his palm, trapping the spirit inside.

"Ah——"

Chase Wind’s spirit screamed in agony from the electric shocks in Ye Fei’s palm. It kept struggling to break free from this hellish space, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not escape.

Eventually, it had no choice but to give up.