Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 708 - 706: The Willful Young Lady

"There’s a strong presence of Demon Qi," Luo Feng said, his gaze fixed westward, his expression grave.

"A strong Demon Qi?" Zhou Qing paused, surprise spreading across his face. Luo Feng had remained unruffled even when confronted by a third-level Martial Artist of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. For him to show such an expression now meant something unusual was happening.

"Could it be aimed at us?"

Luo Feng first shook his head, then nodded. "Indeed, it is aimed at us, but there are also numerous human Martial Artists in the vicinity of the Demon Qi."

"What’s going on?" Zhou Qing asked, a puzzled expression on his face as he followed Luo Feng’s gaze. The western sky, set against the setting sun and verdant plains, was a picturesque and magnificent spectacle.

On the golden horizon, a fiery red silhouette rapidly approached. Luo Feng focused his gaze and saw that the fiery silhouette was a luxurious carriage. It was nearly five meters high, resembling a mobile building. Leading the carriage was a massive beast, five to six meters tall, its body entirely crimson.

The gigantic beast resembled a ferocious tiger. It had six ears and was covered in red scales. Its four hooves blazed with fire, exuding an air of majestic power. The ground blackened wherever it passed.

"A top-tier Level Five Demon Beast, the Six-Eared Red Flame Tiger!" Zhou Qing exclaimed, staring at the crimson behemoth.

Luo Feng was also quite surprised. The Six-leg Demon Horses of the Purple Sun School were merely Level Three Demon Beasts and already extremely difficult to tame. He was astonished that someone had managed to tame a top-tier Level Five Demon Beast.

Nearly ten riders in matching red armor, adorned with golden flame emblems on their chests, followed near the extravagant carriage. From a distance, they resembled a moving inferno.

Zhou Qing noticed the golden flame emblems on their chests and muttered to himself, "These people must be from the Dali Dynasty..."

A moment later, the convoy halted directly in front of Luo Feng and Zhou Qing.

PFFT! The Six-Eared Red Flame Tiger snorted, unleashing a wave of hot air. Nearby grass withered instantly. Its pair of crystal-clear, fiery red eyes stared at Luo Feng and Zhou Qing. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Faced with the mighty Six-Eared Red Flame Tiger, Zhou Qing’s face paled slightly, and he involuntarily retreated two steps. Seeing this, the mounted Martial Artists showed disdain on their faces.

Luo Feng stood ramrod straight, calmly observing these Martial Artists. The ten of them were robust and imposing. Judging by the Yuan Qi fluctuations they subtly emitted, most were ninth-level Meridian Wheel Realm Martial Artists.

An elderly man with white hair and a beard sat atop the Six-Eared Red Flame Tiger. He wore a white robe edged with red and gold trim, exuding an air of noble dignity.

Luo Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, focusing on the white-robed elder. The man exuded a powerful aura; Luo Feng couldn’t discern his cultivation level. The elder’s eyes, with a subtle glint flickering within, possessed a captivating yet intimidating quality.

Luo Feng was familiar with this feeling. Undoubtedly, the man had comprehended Sword Intent.

Although he’s not as powerful as Yuan Xinglie, the Steward of Qingyun Mansion, he’s at least a sixth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist...

Although Luo Feng couldn’t discern the elder’s cultivation, his own powerful Soul Power allowed him to make a rough estimate of the man’s strength. Taking a deep breath, Luo Feng asked, "Gentlemen, how can we assist you?"

Zhou Qing, standing nearby, admired the composure in Luo Feng’s eyes. He himself hadn’t dared to make a sound when facing the Six-Eared Red Flame Tiger, yet Luo Feng, despite his youth, remained so calm.

The white-robed elder stood up, looking down imperiously at Luo Feng and Zhou Qing. "Do you know the way to the Imperial City of the Canglang Dynasty?" he asked.

The elder’s voice was flat, yet it carried an undeniable, irresistible authority.

Luo Feng disliked the elder’s attitude. He frowned slightly and remained silent.

Seeing Luo Feng’s silence, Zhou Qing swallowed hard and hastily replied, "Yes, we are on our way to the Imperial City."

"Good. Our coachman was killed by a Demon Beast en route. You two will guide us," the white-robed elder stated, nodding, his voice dripping with condescension.

Luo Feng asked, "And why should we guide you?"

"Insolent whelp!"

"Brat, do you even know who you’re talking to?"

Hearing Luo Feng’s words, the scarlet-armored Martial Artists flanking them scowled, their powerful auras flaring as they all barked cold reprimands.

Despite their glares, Luo Feng’s expression remained unchanged. He calmly said, "This is our first meeting. How would I know who you are?"

With his cultivation at the mid-stage Spiritual Rotation Realm and his Sky Cloud Step at the second level, Luo Feng was confident he could protect himself even if he wasn’t their match.

The white-robed elder scrutinized Luo Feng, a cold sneer playing on his lips. "You dare speak to me like that? Quite bold. Unfortunately, in this world, strength reigns supreme. Those who don’t understand their place usually don’t live long."

Zhou Qing shivered inwardly upon hearing this. He also disliked the elder’s commanding tone, but the man rode a top-tier Level Five Six-Eared Red Flame Tiger, a clear sign of his formidable power. Zhou Qing could only swallow his anger. He never expected Luo Feng to be so fearless and outspoken.

Just as Zhou Qing was about to try and reason with Luo Feng, a soft, delicate voice drifted from the carriage. "Steward Zhao, why haven’t we departed yet?"

As the voice faded, light footsteps approached. The beaded curtain was pushed aside from within, and two figures emerged.

The white-robed elder’s gaze fell upon the young woman in the red dress. The coldness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a warm smile. "Third Miss, why have you come out?" he asked.

Luo Feng noted the deeply respectful expression on the white-robed elder’s face and turned his gaze towards the young woman in red.

The young woman in red was about Luo Feng’s age. Her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall to her waist. She possessed a delicate and graceful figure. Her red dress was adorned with golden cloud patterns, and her pretty face held an air of nobility. However, a hint of imperiousness in her eyes slightly marred her beauty.

The young woman in red yawned delicately, then shot a cold glance at the green-clad girl behind her. "This dullard is suffocating to be around in the carriage. I came out for some fresh air," she said.

At these words, the smaller girl trembled and dropped to her knees. "Miss, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."

The young woman in red raised an eyebrow, reached for a nearby riding crop, and WHACK!—she struck the green-clad girl, leaving a vivid, bloody welt on her clothes.

The green-clad girl’s body shuddered. Excruciating pain caused her small frame to nearly convulse, yet she continued to stammer apologies.

The young woman in red curled her lip disdainfully. "Apart from ’sorry,’ can you say anything else? That fellow Nangong claimed you were a rare Demon Eye Clan member, bought at great expense. I only reluctantly took you in. Turns out you’re utterly useless. Where’s your Demon Eye? Show it to me."

Demon Eye Clan... Luo Feng was inwardly shaken. His gaze shifted to the green-clad girl, but she was prostrate on the ground, her eyes hidden from view.

At this, the young woman in red seemed to lose interest. She tossed the riding crop aside and turned to the white-robed elder. "Steward Zhao, what was all that commotion just now?"