Chapter 397: Chapter 208: Mysterious Woman, Ji Qingyue’s Fortuity, Assault on Prisoner Dragon Stronghold (Part 2)

The dueling Wu Zhaoyan and Zhou Hu were equally drawn in, their gazes turning in unison.

"What a beautiful woman!"

In Zhou Hu’s eyes, a lustful gaze emerged, captivated by Ji Qingyue and that mysterious woman: "Folks, a Martial Venerable battle is about to occur here. Leave quickly if you don’t want to die."

He warned the people on the boat, not out of kindness, but because he didn’t want the beauties to be affected by his fight with Wu Zhaoyan.

"Gentlemen, I’ve got some business!"

Wei Fan was about to stand up, but the mysterious woman rose first, walked to the bow, and looked at Zhou Hu: "Scoundrel, you likely won’t live to complete this duel!"

Wei Fan squinted slightly, realizing this woman indeed had other motives, judging by her words, she was here to kill the notorious thief Zhou Hu.

"Just a little girl like you, do you know who Zhou Hu is, and yet you dare to appear before me?"

He was startled to be called out as a flower thief and then retaliated with provocation.

"Clueless!"

The mysterious woman’s eyes flashed with a cold light, a terrifying aura flickered and disappeared. Even Wei Fan nearly missed seeing her hand motion, a palm force shot out like lightning.

In the next moment!

Boom!

Standing at the boat’s bow, Zhou Hu didn’t even have time to scream before both he and the small boat beneath him exploded like a firework.

Blood mist hovered over the lake, quickly dissipating in the wind.

"..."

In an instant, the surroundings fell silent; all the Jianghu people who came to watch were stunned.

The duel hadn’t even started, and one of the protagonists, Feiyun Stronghold’s Zhou Hu, was blasted to pieces by a mysterious woman. What’s the point now?

"What a terrifying woman!"

On the lake, Wu Zhaoyan was frozen stiff, his expression fixed as if captured.

His hands, previously arrogantly placed behind his back, were neither suitable to drop nor to maintain that posture.

Fear gripped him to no end, wondering if the woman targeted only Zhou Hu or if she aimed at him too. Zhou Hu was blown apart effortlessly; he wouldn’t fare any better.

"Who dares kill my Feiyun Stronghold’s man!"

"How bold!"

"You dare offend both Feiyun Stronghold and Prisoner Dragon Stronghold simultaneously; you’re simply courting death!"

Angry shouts suddenly rang out from afar; clearly, Feiyun Stronghold hadn’t only sent Zhou Hu. Moments later, four or five powerful presences rose from the distant shore, rushing toward the center of the lake.

Under the terrifying momentum, the lake surface shook, raising waves over ten meters high, and suddenly it seemed like there were several extra suns in the sky.

"Until next time, gentlemen!"

The mysterious woman glanced back at Wei Fan and Ji Qingyue, transformed into a puff of cyan smoke, disappearing in an instant into the midst of four or five Martial Venerables.

She raised her palm to slash, and the four or five Venerables flying from the shore were effortlessly crushed like ants, each palm strike exploding one into blood mist in the void.

Her power was overwhelmingly domineering and terrifying, and she didn’t even show her Golden Body. In the blink of an eye, she annihilated four or five Martial Venerables.

It mattered not whether it was Golden Body Seventh Forging or the strongest Golden Body Ninth Forging; whether your Golden Body was three-color or four-color, as long as her palm landed, the Golden Body shattered, the person exploding into a blood mist.

Without even hearing their screams, the four or five Martial Venerables vanished into nothingness, along with their Divine Soldiers.

Too quickly to react, the four or five Martial Venerables disappeared completely.

The world fell silent; the waves over ten meters high were smoothed by the woman’s casual sweep, returning everything to peace.

After finishing these deeds, the mysterious woman lingered not, transformed into cyan smoke, disappearing into the horizon without a backward glance.

Everyone watched, feeling chills run down their spines.

They hadn’t even realized it, but the woman had already wiped out four or five Martial Venerables, pacified the waves of Bibo Lake, and vanished into the sky.

Wu Zhaoyan trembled all over, his eyes nearly popping from their sockets.

Because among the slain four or five Martial Venerables, two were leaders of his Prisoner Dragon Stronghold, here to witness the duel between him and Zhou Hu, and they were killed by that woman.

Luckily, the woman didn’t care about him; after slaughtering everyone, she left, clearly only wanting to kill Feiyun Stronghold’s people, while his Prisoner Dragon Stronghold’s men were collateral damage.

"She’s gone; don’t think you will live either!"

Suddenly turning back, filled with murderous intent, his gaze fixed on Wei Fan and their pleasure boat.

He cared not whether the people on the boat were allied with that woman, his inner fears demanded release.

Wu Zhaoyan emanated a terrifying aura, brilliant golden light rising up, pressing the lake water to churn excessively.

In the next moment, he decisively lashed out at the pleasure boat.

"Clueless!"

Wei Fan hadn’t expected that even before he moved, Wu Zhaoyan would target them first.

He casually stood up, suddenly resembling a towering mountain rising from the horizon, and with a mere flick of his sleeve, Wu Zhaoyan’s palm force dissipated into a gentle breeze.

Wu Zhaoyan’s pupils shrank intensely, feeling chills all over: "Senior, this is a misunderstanding. I am Wu Zhaoyan of Prisoner Dragon Stronghold; I meant no offense to you."

He squeezed out a smile more difficult than crying, intending just to vent fear, believing the people on the boat were ordinary folk carrying the woman, never expecting another supreme expert.

His four-color, Four-Forged Golden Body Martial Venerable’s strike was effortlessly scattered by the man’s casual move.

Wei Fan stepped leisurely to the boat railing, overlooking Wu Zhaoyan: "You announce Prisoner Dragon Stronghold, a bandit lair, to show me that you’re inherently a villain?"

Wu Zhaoyan’s expression changed drastically!

In the next moment, he saw a dazzling large hand emerge from the man’s body, unleashing terrifying waves as it reached out to grab him.

Wu Zhaoyan attempted to flee, but barely rising, he was seized by the large hand, his bones nearly crushed instantly.

On Bibo Lake’s shore, all Jianghu people were speechless; first Zhou Hu, now Wu Zhaoyan, both provoking undefeatable entities.

The duel didn’t unfold but instead became their death warrants.

Wu Zhaoyan grimaced in pain, his Golden Body cracking audibly, shouting: "Senior, spare me; I was just scared out of my wits for a moment! Please overlook the faults of this lesser man."

The large hand pulled him before Wei Fan, squeezing and crushing relentlessly until his Golden Body was riddled with cracks, countless bones broken. Wei Fan spoke slowly: "You bandits hide quietly after committing countless evils.

A duel is publicized worldwide; do you truly think no one can subdue you?"

Feiyun Stronghold and Prisoner Dragon Stronghold are both vile, pillaging and killing countless; even a duel is conducted openly for all of Jianghu to witness, revealing their arrogance.

Wu Zhaoyan was nearly dead, his body like dough crumpled on the ground: "Senior, your lesson is duly learned; never will we dare again!"

He couldn’t recognize Wei Fan, only nodding to his words.

Wei Fan grabbed Wu Zhaoyan’s hair, lifting his head: "Tell me where Prisoner Dragon Stronghold’s hideout is."

Wu Zhaoyan blinked with realization: "You seek Prisoner Dragon Stronghold’s location?"

He grasped that it wasn’t him provoking the opposite party; rather, the opponent’s objective was him all along, targeted like Zhou Hu by enemies of Prisoner Dragon Stronghold.

"What, you don’t want to tell?"

Wei Fan gently stamped, instantly mashing one of Wu Zhaoyan’s hands into a meat patty, the Golden Bones shattered completely.

"I’ll tell, it’s in the Great Win Dynasty, perhaps I should lead you there!"

He wailed, his face twisted, cold sweat pouring down endlessly.

"Consider yourself sensible!"

Wei Fan smiled, hoisting Wu Zhaoyan, sealing his cultivation.

No matter what schemes the opponent desired or genuine concession from torment, Wei Fan was destined to visit Prisoner Dragon Stronghold to resolve grudges.

He refrained from direct Soul Search fearing Wu Zhaoyan’s Divine Soul was enchanted like Xue Yuanshan’s; directly eliminating Wu Zhaoyan might hinder finding more Prisoner Dragon Stronghold members.

"Let’s go!"

The two took Wu Zhaoyan, aiming for the Great Win Dynasty, and left by skyward flight.

The duel that startled the Kingdom of Daqian concluded without a bout, but what awaited was a confrontation surpassing even the duel in excitement.