Chapter 183: Chapter 121: The Little Princess of Celestial Water Palace (2)

On the rare occasion he mustered the strength to counterattack, he was immediately blocked by the others surrounding him.

Overcome with uncontrollable rage, he suddenly spun his long spear. A sound like a dragon’s roar rose up. In an instant, Dongfang Wujiu leaped high, swinging his spear in a full circle before smashing it down with all his might:

"Thousand Army Breaker!!!"

He was the Young Master of Wentian Mansion. Using the Mansion’s Ten Thousand Catty Strategy to channel his Inner Strength, he unleashed his ultimate move: Thousand Army Breaker. The attack was so powerful that before it even landed, a fierce gale pressed the surrounding flames low and sent the rubble clattering with a RATTLE.

But the woman simply let out a delicate laugh, her body moving just so to perfectly dodge the blow.

With a thunderous BOOM, the long spear slammed into the ground.

With a loud CRACK, the impact shattered the ground, sending fissures spiderwebbing out for more than ten feet.

But just then, a red shadow flashed. The woman had already appeared right in front of Dongfang Wujiu. He had just expended all his energy on the attack and hadn’t recovered; it was the perfect moment for a killing blow. He braced himself, thinking this woman in red would seize the opportunity to kill him. But to his shock, she simply lifted his chin with two fingers, leaned in, and planted a firm kiss on his cheek.

"I do love a spirited man like you."

In that instant, Dongfang Wujiu froze on the spot, completely stunned.

Roars of laughter erupted from those around them.

Besides the woman in red, there were five other people surrounding him.

Four of them were roaring with laughter. Only one, a short figure wearing a white mask, remained perfectly still and silent, like a clay doll or a wooden puppet.

Fang Shuwen had been about to step in, but even he was stunned by the woman’s brazen move.

’This kid’s got some luck with the ladies...’

But a moment later, he realized something was off. ’That look in her eyes... was that the "seductive eyes like silk" technique? Could she be from the Flower Moon Sect?’

"BLEGH—"

Dongfang Wujiu let out a dry heave.

"You shameless demoness... You... you... I’ll kill you!!!"

At that moment, Dongfang Wujiu truly snapped.

He completely forgot about maintaining the dignity of the Young Master of Wentian Mansion.

Fang Shuwen, having spent relatively little time in the Jianghu, hadn’t recognized the woman in red at first glance.

Dongfang Wujiu, however, had recognized her the instant he saw her. The woman in red was Gu Lianhua, an expert from the Flower Moon Sect.

Countless promising young heroes of the Jianghu had died in that demoness’s bed.

And now, she had treated him this way in front of so many people...

His rage exploded in an instant!

With a sharp BANG, the band holding his hair shattered. His hair stood on end—a true picture of unbridled fury.

Fueled by this rage, his Ten Thousand Catty Strategy surged. His True Qi roared, breaking through a barrier in his cultivation and causing his aura to climb ever higher.

With a furious roar, he thrust his spear straight at Gu Lianhua.

Seeing this, the others around them knew this was bad.

One of them suddenly held out his hands, which were clad in a pair of Iron Gloves.

His ten fingers seemed to be pulling on invisible strings. The short, masked man, who had been silent and motionless, suddenly strode forward to block Dongfang Wujiu’s path.

But Dongfang Wujiu had eyes only for Gu Lianhua, seeing no one else.

Even if it cost him his life, he would not let Gu Lianhua live to see another day!

He swept his spear aside. With a dull THUD, the masked man was sent flying.

But before he could hit the ground, his body abruptly halted, hovering strangely in mid-air. An instant later, he landed back on his feet as if nothing had happened.

The man wearing the Iron Gloves stumbled, nearly yanked to the ground by an invisible force.

His expression changed instantly.

The remaining two men exchanged a look but paid the incident no mind.

Gu Lianhua, however, merely smiled. She brought her hands together in front of her chest with a resonant HUM.

The spear tip landed against her chest, caught squarely between her two palms. It failed to break through her guard and run her through.

Instead, the immense force sent her flying backward. With a thunderous CRASH, she was smashed clean through the wall behind her. Dongfang Wujiu roared relentlessly, his brutish strength creating an unstoppable momentum as he kept the spear pressed against Gu Lianhua, charging forward without slowing.

The remaining men stared at each other in dismay. When they turned back, they saw that someone else had appeared among them, though none knew when.

He was dressed plainly, but his features were quite handsome.

He was currently holding one of their number—a man in a green robe—up by the neck.

"The poison in the smoke... was that your doing?"

Fear filled the green-robed man’s eyes. He had no idea when this person had arrived, nor how he had been grabbed by the neck and lifted into the air. He, the victim, hadn’t sensed a thing.

His eyes darted around as he struggled to speak:

"It was me... but if you kill me... they... won’t have... the antidote..."

As he spoke, a pair of hands suddenly shot out from the ground beneath Fang Shuwen’s feet.

Someone had used the Earth Travel Technique to get beneath him, intending to drag him into the ground.

Yet, the moment the hands grasped Fang Shuwen’s ankles, it was as if they had touched live electricity. Not only did they fail to pull him down, but the attacker’s Inner Strength began to surge uncontrollably into Fang Shuwen’s body.

"Attack him together!"

The man in the Iron Gloves roared the order, yet his own body shot back twenty feet. With a flick of his wrist, the masked man who had previously blocked Dongfang Wujiu charged forward.

At the same time, the other man who had yet to make a move also leaped into action, his massive fist aimed straight for Fang Shuwen’s head.

Fang Shuwen’s brow twitched.

"Irritating."

He flipped one hand over and casually struck out with his palm.

The large man’s body shuddered violently. Then, with a sudden POP, he exploded into a fine mist of blood that filled the air.