Xu Qing'er drew her bow and notched an arrow in one fluid motion, taking aim at the collapsed courtyard wall.
Beside her, Feng Wuji drew the Autumn Water Sword. Riding on a dark cloud formed by a swarm of mosquitoes, he floated over to Xu Qing'er's side.
"Young Master, so you can fly..." Xu Qing'er's pretty face flushed, as Feng Wuji had always ridden on her Silver-Winged Crane before.
"Not as fast as you." Feng Wuji wasn't lying; in the entire Beast Taming Mountain, there were very few Spirit Beasts faster than the Silver-Winged Crane.
Having failed, Wang Jiu and Wang Hu were just about to lead their men away when two powerful auras suddenly bore down on them.
"Brother... L-Look!" Wang Hu stammered, pointing frantically behind Wang Jiu.
Wang Jiu turned around mechanically, only to realize that Feng Wuji and Xu Qing'er had discovered them!
Right now, the Crimson-Forged Golden Python was on its last breath.
Its massive head drooped, rubbing against Wang Jiu's trouser leg while letting out a choked, whimpering sound. Its vertical golden pupils were filled with tears and infinite grievance.
Looking at his precious pet's giant head—swollen larger than a millstone—Wang Jiu completely lost his mind.
His proud, elite-tier Spirit Pet, the night assassin with gorgeous scales and deadly fangs...
Right now, it looked like a freshly boiled pig intestine!
Buzz!
And worst of all, their sneak attack had been exposed!
"And here I thought who it was, if it isn't Senior Brother Wang Jiu!"
The night wind wailed through the gaps in the rubble, kicking up a few wisps of choking dust.
Through the drifting dust, two figures silently hovered in mid-air, like vengeful Rakshasas emerging from the netherworld.
Beneath Feng Wuji's feet was a rolling, boundless dark cloud formed by countless tiny black shadows!
The buzzing hum converged into a dull thunder that pressed heavily against the chest—it was an endless swarm of bloodthirsty mosquitoes.
"Were you bastards trying to harm my family just now?"
Xu Qing'er's usual gentleness had vanished entirely from her face.
At this moment, she was like a goddess under the moon, a pair of huge wings blazing with brilliant, moonlit silver radiance unfurling wide behind her.
Family was Xu Qing'er's only forbidden scale!
The Meteor Bow in her hands was drawn back into a full circle, the arrowhead locked firmly onto Wang Hu, who had already collapsed into a puddle of mud below.
Those almond-shaped eyes, which always held a faint smile, were now burning with enough rage to incinerate everything. Her lips were pressed into a tight line, and the chill radiating from her entire body was three parts colder than the tip of her arrow!
An Shadow Mosquito flew to Feng Wuji's ear and buzzed.
Feng Wuji's face darkened a fraction more: "So just now, you were trying to make a move on my family? Wang Hu! Wasn't the lesson from last time enough?"
"B-Brother! Run... Run!"
Wang Hu collapsed at Wang Jiu's feet as a dark, wet stain rapidly spread across the crotch of his pants, releasing a heavy, pungent stench of urine.
The terror of being pinned to the ground and beaten helplessly by Feng Wuji earlier instantly flooded his entire body!
Wang Jiu swallowed hard, a lump as heavy as a stone stuck in his throat: "F-Feng Wuji! We are both Elite Disciples of Beast Taming Mountain, don't you dare act rashly! According to sect rules, infighting is strictly forbidden! If you dare touch a single hair on my head, your... your entire Feng Family will pay with your lives!"
"Pay with our lives?"
Feng Wuji was so angry he laughed.
He glanced sideways at the giant python, which had already lost its combat capability, and an idea suddenly struck him. Didn't the Talisman Insect need beast skins to evolve?
This Golden Python was a general-tier Spirit Beast, so its skin would surely help the Talisman Insect gain a significant amount of evolution value.
Besides, Feng Wuji had no intention of letting these people who threatened his family off the hook!
"Senior Brother Wang Jiu," Feng Wuji tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth curling into a warmthless arc. "When you let this precious pet of yours in, did you plan to have it eat up every single one of the dozens of people in my Feng Family—including the humble mortal servants who pour tea and water and don't even possess spiritual power?"
"N-No! There was no such thing!" Wang Jiu felt a jolt in his heart. If the Golden Python hadn't been severely injured, he could still match blows with Feng Wuji.
But right now, the Golden Python was critically wounded and on the verge of death!
And Feng Wuji actually had these blood-sucking mosquitoes—which looked like a species of Spirit Pet he had never seen before!
Coupled with Xu Qing'er and her Silver-Winged Crane, the balance of combat had tipped entirely in Feng Wuji's direction!
Miscalculation!
A colossal miscalculation!
At this moment, Wang Jiu hated his younger brother to the core for gathering completely wrong intelligence.
"That's right!" Feng Wuji looked down from above. "If I die in a mortal town, the sect will investigate later, and you can simply claim that you ran into the Blood Moon Cult, and that our deaths had nothing to do with you!"
"Wang Hu, it must be you!" Xu Qing'er rebuked angrily, her lethal arrow aiming straight at Wang Hu!
Wang Hu dropped to his knees with a thud: "Senior Sister Qing'er, spare me! It was my older brother! It was my older brother who said that after killing Feng Wuji, he would take you for himself—he was just lusting after your body!"
Hearing this, Xu Qing'er's pretty face turned pale as sheet: "Wang Jiu! To think you're an Elite Disciple, you... you..."
"Today, none of you are getting away!"
Feng Wuji swept his arm outward, and countless mosquitoes swarmed forward.
"Queen! Dinner time!"
Buzz!
The mosquito swarm around Feng Wuji instantly erupted!
The sharp, piercing wing-beats of the Queen mosquito sounded like a charge horn, tearing through the night!
In an instant, the rolling dark cloud hovering at Feng Wuji's feet surged like a breached black flood, overwhelming the heavens and earth as it viciously pounced toward the two utterly terrified figures on the ground!
The density of the swarm instantly blotted out the already dim moonlight!
"No! Don't!"
Several lackey disciples let out heart-wrenching shrieks before being instantly swallowed by the violent buzzing.
"Harming fellow disciples? I will definitely go back and report both of you!" Wang Hu blew a whistle, and a Saber-Toothed Tiger charged over from the side.
Wang Hu clambered onto the tiger's back in a few strides and immediately prepared to flee into the distance.
"Trying to run?" Xu Qing'er's delicate eyebrows knitted in anger as she targeted him with her arrowhead.
Yet, facing a fellow sect member, Xu Qing'er still hesitated slightly to strike.
Her hands trembled, and her pupils quivered.
Seeing this, Feng Wuji immediately shouted: "Qing'er!"
As if jolted awake, Xu Qing'er thought of her mother and the dozens of lives in the Feng estate!
Whoosh!
The lethal arrow left the string, striking down both man and tiger in a single shot!
"Younger brother!" Wang Jiu cried out in alarm.
Although this scoundrel Wang Hu was cowardly and feared death, he was still his own flesh and blood brother.
Blood is thicker than water!
"Still have the leisure to worry about others?" Feng Wuji's mouth twitched into a cold sneer as the pitch-black swarm of mosquitoes converged on him!
"Damn it!"
Wang Jiu prepared to defend himself, but Feng Wuji had already silently slipped behind him.
"Brothel Sword Technique!"
With a few swift sword slashes, he directly severed the tendons in Wang Jiu's ankles!
Feng Wuji kicked him squarely in the chest, sending him crashing straight into the mosquito swarm.
"Aargh!"
Wang Jiu screamed, thrashing wildly like an insect dropped into a wok of boiling oil.
His hands instinctively clamped tight around his head as his body twisted and rolled on the ground, desperately trying to escape the inescapable, terrifying bites.