The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 1270 - 1263: Amazement

Aside from He Ping and the other two, no one could have imagined that the "little kitten" nestled in Ye Chenfeng’s arms would suddenly transform into such a terrifying beast. The overwhelming aura of the Creation Realm at the Second Heavenly Layer’s peak swept across the surroundings, making it difficult for everyone present to breathe—even for Hua Zhao, the one with the greatest strength.

Under Hua Zhao’s gaze, Shui Ziyan’s crimson lips parted slightly, her eyes filled with extraordinary shock. At a glance, she recognized the massive creature before her as a high-grade mystical beast—the Nine Nether Ice Lion, and this one was a Creation Realm Nine Nether Ice Lion. But wasn’t Ye Chenfeng from the Lower Plane Ancient Martial World? His strength was merely at the Spirit Communication Realm. How had Ye Chenfeng managed to tame a Creation Realm Nine Nether Ice Lion?

Now Shui Ziyan finally understood why Ye Chenfeng remained so calm and unperturbed. With the strength of a peak Second Heavenly Layer Creation Realm Nine Nether Ice Lion, Ye Chenfeng had absolutely no need to fear Hua Zhao, who was merely at the initial stage of the First Heavenly Layer Creation Realm. Ridiculous—Shui Ziyan had always thought Ye Chenfeng was a foolish idiot.

Looking at the faint, cold smile playing across Ye Chenfeng’s lips, Shui Ziyan was now entirely convinced that if she and Yang Qingshan had made even the slightest move against Ye Chenfeng earlier, he would have sent them both to meet the King of Hell without hesitation. Cold sweat beaded her pure white forehead. At this moment, Shui Ziyan felt that Ye Chenfeng’s mind was incredibly mature, so much so that she couldn’t fully discern his true nature.

As for Yang Qingshan, who had been encased in ice, he swallowed hard upon seeing Little Bai make its appearance. He muttered to himself, "Nine Nether Ice Lion? A Creation Realm Nine Nether Ice Lion, no less? It’s said that the Sect Leader of the Hanbing Sect once tried to tame a Creation Realm Nine Nether Ice Lion, but ultimately failed. Just who is this kid from the Ancient Martial World?"

Yang Qingshan knew that the Sect Leader of the Hanbing Sect possessed strength at the Reincarnation Realm. If even a Reincarnation Realm expert couldn’t tame a Creation Realm Nine Nether Ice Lion, it spoke to how difficult such a feat was.

Hua Zhao’s expression grew increasingly grave. He had never anticipated the events of today to take such an immense turn. His gaze fell upon Zhu Mingqian, who was now paralyzed under the Nine Nether Ice Lion, scared out of his wits and wetting himself. Hua Zhao knew he had to rescue Zhu Mingqian at all costs. After all, he had been ordered by Zhu Mingqian’s father to protect him, and if Zhu Mingqian were to perish here, Hua Zhao would likely not survive either.

As for Wu Changnan and Zhou Haifu, who had lost their combat capabilities, they were utterly at a loss. Zhou Haifu, the hunchbacked old man lying on the ground, gradually regained his senses. His hatred for Wu Changnan boiled over; he wished he could skin Wu Changnan alive, but he was injured so severely that he lacked even the strength to get up from the ground.

"Wu Changnan, you’ve doomed me today! Is this the kid you claimed could be easily handled?" Zhou Haifu shouted hoarsely. If Shui Ziyan and Yang Qingshan hadn’t shown up earlier, Little Bai would have killed both him and Wu Changnan with a single swipe of its paw. In other words, it was Shui Ziyan and Yang Qingshan’s intervention that had granted them a brief extension of life.

Wu Changnan’s ears rang with Zhou Haifu’s despairing screams. Looking at Little Bai, the Creation Realm Second Heavenly Layer Nine Nether Ice Lion, terror gripped his face. He could scarcely believe that the boy he had brought from the Ancient Martial World to the Earth Profound Realm had, in less than a month, acquired such life-preserving prowess.

As Zhou Haifu’s cries echoed out, Hua Zhao stood at a distance, his expression growing resolute. A flash of light flickered on the ring on his finger, and a gray longsword appeared in his grasp.

Zhu Mingqian, the son of a Refining Sect Elder, and his bodyguard Hua Zhao both naturally possessed storage rings. The gray sword now in Hua Zhao’s hand was a high-grade magic artifact.

In the Earth Profound Realm, weapons are categorized into magic artifacts, spiritual artifacts, treasure artifacts, and immortal artifacts. The higher the grade of the weapon, the greater the boost it provides to the wielder’s attack power.

With the gray longsword in his hand, Hua Zhao’s aura grew sharper and more formidable. This prompted Ye Chenfeng, standing at a distance, to furrow his brows slightly. Having already comprehended Frosty Sword Intent, Ye Chenfeng was highly attuned to the presence of sword qi. At this moment, he could clearly sense faint traces of sword qi radiating from Hua Zhao.

Ye Chenfeng couldn’t shake a sense of foreboding. Just as he was about to caution Little Bai to be on guard, Hua Zhao flipped his sword-wielding hand. The air around the gray longsword exploded into a whirlwind, emitting a chilling killing intent. Suddenly, Hua Zhao’s right hand shook, and the gray sword accelerated to an unbelievable speed, flying toward Little Bai like a meteor in the night sky.

"Meteor Light Sword!"

The Meteor Light Sword and Frost Dragon Fist were techniques Hua Zhao had obtained from the same mountain cave. However, the Meteor Light Sword was merely a fragment of an incomplete combat skill. Even so, this incomplete skill could rival the lower-grade Earth-level combat skills. One can only imagine how much stronger it would be if it were a complete Meteor Light Sword.

Hua Zhao had only started to grasp the rudiments of the Meteor Light Sword and hadn’t fully mastered the incomplete skill. This was his first time showcasing it in front of others. After all, even a lower-grade Earth-level combat skill would tempt Reincarnation Realm experts.

Little Bai hadn’t taken Hua Zhao seriously initially, but Hua Zhao’s flying sword moved so quickly that it caught Little Bai off guard. As the blade sped toward it, Little Bai swiftly sidestepped, but the gray sword still grazed its left side, leaving a bloody wound. The gray sword plunged into the ground near Ye Chenfeng, leaving only the hilt visible above the surface.

Enraged by the injury inflicted by Hua Zhao, whom it considered a mere ant, Little Bai charged at Hua Zhao with blind fury, seeing it as a direct insult.

Hua Zhao had planned for this. As Little Bai dangerously closed in, Hua Zhao shouted, "Young Master, now’s your chance—grab that boy! Otherwise, we’re all doomed!"

Zhu Mingqian, who had been sitting helplessly on the ground, suddenly snapped to awareness. Seeing the Nine Nether Ice Lion charging at Hua Zhao, he scrambled to his feet and unleashed the aura of an Ocean Gathering Realm Second Heavenly Layer cultivator. With a face twisted in malice, he surged toward Ye Chenfeng without hesitation.

Little Bai, being a high-grade mystical beast with remarkable intelligence, quickly realized it had been deceived. However, as it attempted to turn its body, Hua Zhao had already engaged it, determined to buy just a few critical seconds to ensure their survival.

Not far away, Shui Ziyan watched Zhu Mingqian’s attack unfold. Despite being at the Fourth Heavenly Layer of Divine Thought Realm herself, she didn’t have time to intervene and protect Ye Chenfeng. With a helpless sigh, she muttered under her breath.

As Zhu Mingqian rushed toward him, Ye Chenfeng found himself slightly caught off guard by Hua Zhao’s cunning strategy. Resolving not to let himself be captured, his eyes flicked toward the half-buried gray sword by his side. In a swift motion, he grabbed the sword’s hilt and ripped it out of the ground.

"Kid, do you even know how to use a sword? Don’t worry, I won’t kill you here. I’ll take my time and savor tormenting you," Zhu Mingqian sneered, his chubby face contorted into a monstrous grin.

Holding the gray longsword, Ye Chenfeng ignited the Frosty Sword Intent within himself. Instantly, his aura transformed completely. Cold gleams flickered in his eyes as frosty energy coiled around the blade. With a decisive swing, the sword slashed toward Zhu Mingqian.

A hail of sword qi—nearly a yard tall—rushed at Zhu Mingqian with a vengeance. In an instant, the energy sliced through his right arm, cleanly severing it from his body. Blood spurted violently from the stump as Zhu Mingqian halted in shock, staring in disbelief at his fallen limb. He bellowed in agony, "Ahhh!"

Standing nearby, Shui Ziyan froze in place once again, murmuring to herself, "Sword Intent? This... is sword intent? Is he truly from the Ancient Martial World, and not some elite sect?"

As the Shui family’s young heiress and a prominent commercial figure, Shui Ziyan had encountered her fair share of prodigies before, yet none had ever made her react so strongly. And now, it wasn’t the first time Ye Chenfeng had shattered her composure.

Not knowing how to process her emotions, Shui Ziyan was left with nothing but awe. Awe, and more awe.

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