Chapter 1725: Chapter 1725: This Taste Is Way Too Unique

Mu Han Yan and the others were drenched in cold sweat, none of them expected that Chen Xuefeng’s taste would be so unique. Judging from the lascivious gleam in his eyes, these words were clearly not sarcastic, but heartfelt.

"Bring her back, make her the Lady of the Blood Wind Thieves," Chen Xuefeng roared, instructing his subordinates.

"Uh..." The ruthless bandits, who did not blink when killing, were all left mouth agape, subconsciously unable to utter a word.

Mu Han Yan suddenly thought, considering Chen Xuefeng’s unique taste, it was estimated that his former Family Head’s precious daughter would also have a unique appearance. Had he not fled home as a guilty thief, he might have become the star son-in-law of the Priest Family—what a pity.

"What are you standing around for?" Chen Xuefeng stared at Miss Yuyu with infatuation, and seeing that everyone was just dumbfounded without any response, he shouted angrily.

"Oh oh oh, let’s get to it." Seeing the boss’s anger, the bandits ignored their surprise at his unique taste, and surged towards Miss Yuyu in a frenzy, preparing to welcome the Lady back to the lair.

"Stop!" Sikong Qinglan suddenly leapt into action.

A green-blue sword light swept out, sending those bandits flying backward.

However, these bandits indeed had extraordinary strength, their bodily defenses were astonishing. Although knocked back by his sword, they were not seriously injured.

"Priest!" Seeing Sikong Qinglan take action, Chen Xuefeng’s expression darkened, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Though he repeatedly escaped death under the temple’s sieges, he paid many costly prices, and many wounds left by Priest Divine Techniques still marked his body—thus, he bore deep hatred against the temple priests.

The Mu Family had such a territory precisely because there was a priest, but usually, the priests would work and cultivate at the temple. It was extremely rare to see a priest like Ye Yi’an staying in the clan, due to his special status and advanced age. Staying in the temple offered little benefit for cultivation, and there was always a risk of revealing his position, thus it was safer to remain in the village.

Furthermore, Sikong Qinglan cherished his priest robe, having replaced it with an old patched robe for travel. Not wanting to look too conspicuous, Ye Yi’an also wore common clothes, thus he never thought there would still be a priest left in this village.

"Indeed, I am the Prayer Priest Sikong Qinglan from Huayu Temple. You Blood Wind Thieves have committed atrocities and wicked deeds without restraint; today is the day you are eradicated completely!" Sikong Qinglan declared righteously.

"Huayu Temple, you’re a priest from Huayu Temple?" Chen Xuefeng was slightly stunned.

"Indeed, I am a priest of Huayu Temple," Sikong Qinglan said, puffing out his chest.

Seeing the shock on Chen Xuefeng’s face, Sikong Qinglan felt a small sense of pride. Though these years had indeed been bleak, Huayu Temple was one of the oldest temples on the Divine Continent and had not been forgotten.

"Hahaha, who could have thought that Huayu Temple, as one of the oldest temples on the Divine Continent, would fall to such a state where even a wet-behind-the-ears kid could become a Prayer Priest, hahahaha," Chen Xuefeng laughed loudly and recklessly.

"Die!" Sikong Qinglan now understood what Chen Xuefeng was surprised about, his face flushed red with shame and anger, and he attacked Chen Xuefeng in a fit of rage.

"Looking to die!" Chen Xuefeng said with contempt, not even sparing Sikong Qinglan a proper look, raising his long knife over his head, then slashed straight down without any flourish.

Never underestimate your opponent—this was Lady Mu’s mantra, and likely the realization many strong men had before capsizing in the ditch. Seeing Chen Xuefeng’s contempt for Sikong Qinglan, Mu Han Yan seemingly foresaw the poor guy’s severely injured fate.

Though unfamiliar with the cultivation methods on the Divine Continent and unable to judge the priest’s strength, from the earlier Life Hymn, Mu Han Yan could guess that Sikong Qinglan’s natural talent and strength weren’t bad, and among priests his age, he wasn’t the weakest. Otherwise, no matter how desolate Huayu Temple was, they wouldn’t let him become the Prayer Priest. Previously losing to Kang Qingyuan was due to Kang Qingyuan being extremely strong. Even Lady Mu wasted a Primordial Stone for a quick power recovery to Sword Master’s top realm to kill him—wasn’t he strong?

"That Chen Xuefeng is going to be in big trouble!" Mu Han Yan thought secretly.

However, this time she was mistaken. As Chen Xuefeng swung his long knife down, Sikong Qinglan’s verdant sword light was broken apart, fragile like paper.

In the blink of an eye, the blade, carrying a certain scarlet hint, was at Sikong Qinglan’s chest.

Mu Han Yan then realized, Chen Xuefeng’s strength was indeed formidable; if that blade came down unresisted, Sikong Qinglan wouldn’t stand a chance of survival even if not cut in two.

"Watch out!" Seeing Sikong Qinglan about to perish under Chen Xuefeng’s knife, Ye Yi’an flickered into position, blocking before him, simultaneously brandishing his longsword defensively. Red lights like burning flames but exceptionally solid, clearly showing his sword’s defense was strong.

"Clang!" The sound of metal clashing rang out, scattering a shower of sparks.

Ye Yi’an, along with Sikong Qinglan, retreated continuously, spitting a mouthful of blood, his already wrinkled face turning as pale as paper, seemingly aging another hundred years.

Though his sword defense wasn’t weak, Chen Xuefeng’s knife was terribly powerful, injuring him internally with blood reversing, clearly not lightly wounded.

"Lord Sacrificial Officer!" Mu Han Yan hurriedly supported Ye Yi’an.

"Lord Sacrificial Officer!" Around him, many from the Mu Family Clan also cried out, seeing Ye Yi’an’s bloodless, aged face, they were all filled with righteous indignation.

"I’ll fight you to the death!" Mu Tu charged at Chen Xuefeng, clutching his butcher’s knife and blazing with fury.

Several youths who previously trembled uncontrollably, hardly able to grasp their swords, were also inflamed and threw aside their fears, following closely to attack.

Unfortunately, neither Sikong Qinglan nor Ye Yi’an was a match for Chen Xuefeng, so how could they stand a chance?

Too weak, far too weak! Seeing through their strength, Chen Xuefeng looked at them like ants, merely waving his long knife lightly, sending them rolling away.

Luckily, Mu Tu endured most of the pressure with his rough and thick skin, allowing them to survive, though each coughed up mouthfuls of blood foam, all gravely injured.

Witnessing this scene, all the Mu Clan members looked ashen.

The rumors were true; Chen Xuefeng was really so fierce, even the Prayer Priest from Huayue Temple and the Old Tributor couldn’t handle him.

"There’s actually two priests, just perfect. I’ll carve you alive to vent these years of anger," Chen Xuefeng grinned viciously at Ye Yi’an and Sikong Qinglan, wildly swinging his blade down with a fierce shout, "Kill them all, leave none alive!"

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