919: Chapter 0919: Whoever Harms My Wife Dies 919: Chapter 0919: Whoever Harms My Wife Dies Among the disciples of the famous sects, Zhang Qingyang was the first to recognize Long Fei and Chu Feng.

He exclaimed in surprise, “Fellow Daoist Long, Fellow Daoist Chu, how could it be you?”

Long Fei clasped his fists and said, “Fellow Daoist Zhang, we meet again.”

He held Wang Xiaoya’s slender waist and introduced her in front of everyone, “This Saintess from the Mystic Yin Sect is my wife, and of course, I’m here to protect her thoroughly.

If any of you fellow Daoists give her trouble, then you’re making trouble with me.”

The crowd around them burst into commotion, even the female disciples of the Mystic Yin Sect widened their eyes, thinking to themselves, had the Saintess actually gotten married?

The Mystic Yin Sect hadn’t allowed any of its saintesses, who were the successors of the Holy Mother, to marry male cultivators.

But hearing Long Fei say this, all the female cultivators felt a surge of security as if they had found someone to rely on.

Having a man speak for them like this naturally felt comforting.

Wang Xiaoya, blushing, tilted her head and did not refute the claim.

After all, she was this man’s woman.

It was just that some complications had delayed their marriage until now.

In this cultivation world, unbounded by secular rules, her heart had completely opened up.

A male cultivator from the opposite side stood up, dissatisfied.

They, the proud disciples of the great sects, could not allow Long Fei and Chu Feng to swagger around here.

The affectionate display between the Saintess and Long Fei made their hearts sour to the extreme.

Someone shouted, “Who do you think you are to be so loud here?”

“Daring to protect disciples of the Demon Sect, you must be demons yourselves!”

“Don’t waste words with them, let’s just kill them right now.”

“…”

Zhang Qingyang gestured with his hand, urging everyone to calm down, “Fellow Daoists, please don’t quarrel.

These two are elite disciples from the Divine Sword Sect and not someone from the Demon Sect.”

“Divine Sword Sect?”

“They sent disciples down the mountain too?”

“Isn’t the Mount Tai Divine Sword Sect uninvolved with Daoist affairs?”

“Are they planning to collude with the Demon Sect?”

“…”

A group of disciples discussed animatedly, and even Wang Xiaoya was curious, since when had Long Fei and Chu Feng become disciples of the Divine Sword Sect?

Long Fei and Chu Feng exchanged glances and coughed twice, this identity was originally meant to deceive people.

Now they were really in trouble, with Zhang Qingyang’s introduction, all the sects became aware.

If they killed someone later, it would inevitably draw hatred towards the Divine Sword Sect.

By then, the Divine Sword Sect’s reputation would be damaged, and they would definitely be punished.

Now, having offended all the major sects already, they could hardly worry about offending one more.

Long Fei and Chu Feng appeared unperturbed and boldly addressed the crowd, “Our Divine Sword Sect does not interfere with Daoist affairs ordinarily, but this matter has its reasons.

If you do not respect my Divine Sword Sect, then we shall see who is stronger by force!”

The elite disciples from various sects were present, and naturally, they wouldn’t back down just because of a few words.

A man stepped forward, fists clenched, and said coldly, “I am Li Chenguang, a disciple of the Mount Mao Sect, and I’d like to learn a few moves from you.”

With a wave of his hand, three longswords shot out simultaneously.

The swords glimmered brightly, enveloping the entire area of 100 meters, forcing everyone to squint.

Zhang Qingyang raised his eyebrows and said, “The Three Mao True Lord’s Swords?”

Someone exclaimed in shock, “Could these swords possibly belong to the old ancestors of the Mount Mao Sect, Mao Ying, Mao Gu, and Mao Zhong, True Lords’ personal swords?”

Another disciple chimed in, “Indeed, I didn’t expect Mount Mao to be so committed, letting a disciple carry such a level of magical treasure.”

“This is an Earth Immortal Sword!”

“The two from the Divine Sword Sect don’t know how high the sky is.

I bet they’d die with one strike.”

Long Fei eyed the sword, thinking that if he didn’t kill a few today, these youngsters wouldn’t realize their limits.

At that moment, from the crushed branches and rotten leaves of a distant tree, Qing Chuan, the eldest disciple from Mount Shu, was dug out.

He swallowed a pill and roared furiously, “Bastards, I’ll kill you all.”

With a flash of sword light, Qing Chuan appeared before everyone,

Holding the Mount Mao Green Rope Sword, he fixed his shaking gaze on Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya.

“There was supposed to be a competition of three strikes, but this woman actually cheated.”

He spoke to Li Chenguang, “I’ll go first, no need for your Mount Mao sect to make a move.”

Chu Feng laughed heartily, “There’s no need to fight over it, both of you rat generations can come at me together.”

He brandished his Overlord Spear, swishing it and pointing towards Qing Chuan, “Young one from Mount Shu, now is the time for me to experience your swordsmanship.”

He had already wanted to test Qing Chuan, and now seized the opportunity.

The Ground Rat Demon King, naturally cowardly, hid behind Bald Dog, not daring to make a sound.

Bald Dog couldn’t care less about the situation; twitching his nose, he threw a glance at the Ground Rat Demon King and together they slipped away amidst the chaos to search for treasures.

“Ignorant thief, dare to insult Mount Shu!”

Qing Chuan, wielding the Qingsuo Sword, released a burst of bright green light and swished towards Chu Feng, slashing at him.

Long Fei wielded his Black Iron Staff, gestured towards Li Chenguang with an inviting hand and said, “Fellow Daoist of Mount Mao, shall we begin?”

The disciples watching all raised their eyebrows, wondering why these two from the Divine Sword Sect were using a spear and that ugly stick instead of swords.

And that stick, one end bigger than the other, smooth surfaced, looked quite indecent!

Liu Jiangnan, hiding behind, flicking his fan, stared at the staff and muttered suspiciously, “Brother Long’s magic artifact truly has the style of my Joyful Union!”

On the field, the gleam of swords flickered.

The four of them exchanged two moves on the ground and soared into the sky, stepping into the void.

Powerful mana vibrations continuously roared downward, shaking the garden’s rocky landscape explosively into fragments.

Wang Xiaoya and a group of female cultivators stared at the sky, hands tightly clasped, faces full of worry.

A cultivator let out a murderous intent, shouting, “Everyone, take advantage of this moment and kill all these witches!”

“Yes, kill these witches first.”

Someone echoed.

Zhang Qingyang blocked their path and shouted, “We are after all disciples of a famous sect, how can we stoop to these sneaky acts?”

Impatiently, a crowd retorted, “If you don’t want to do it, then step aside, don’t delay our chance to fight!”

“Since when did killing witches become a sneaky act?”

“Do you from Dragon-Tiger Mountain really want to collude with the demon race?”

Zhang Qingyang cursed in frustration, “What nonsense are you talking about!”

The crowd ignored him and, swords in hand, charged towards Wang Xiaoya and the group of female cultivators.

In the sky, crackling sounds burst.

Five bolts of heavenly thunder descended, golden light shimmered intensely, instantly enveloping seven or eight disciples inside.

The thunder borne with ferocious power swept through all directions.

The intense heat turned the vegetation within a thousand meters radius to ashes.

The seven or eight young men who had just charged out were all charred black, with a smoked meat aroma emanating from their bodies.

Yet they were still Half-Step Nascent Soul Realm cultivators; each of them preserved their lives.

They were only internally injured by the lightning strikes.

The crowd of disciples hadn’t expected that Long Fei, at such a crucial moment, could divide his attention to manipulate heavenly thunder to defend against enemies.

The crowd ground their teeth, cursing, “First, let’s kill this demon chief!”

“Together!”

“Finish him!”

The seven or eight beams of sword light surged into the air, collectively attacking Long Fei.

Liu Jiangnan, worried, shook his head secretly and muttered, “Brother Long, now you have offended all the major sects.”

The female disciples of Mystic Yin Sect, moved by Long Fei’s actions, approached Wang Xiaoya, “Saintess, shall we also help?”

That was also Wang Xiaoya’s intention, worried that Long Fei was outnumbered.

Although their cultivation wasn’t high, they at least could help by distracting the enemies for Long Fei.

Just as a group of women prepared to act, streaks of white light flashed across the sky.

Long Fei, from his Storage Ring, summoned a magical artifact, already enveloping Li Chenguang of Mount Mao and the seven or eight disciples from the major sects inside.

This object turned out to be twelve crystal skulls.