Yang Wei stood still, deep in thought, rubbing his chin.
She looked vulnerable when I saw her naked. I know that's not unusual for some women, but it was a little strange, like she wasn't herself anymore. Still, that would explain all the dead monsters Fengtian and I saw earlier... Obviously, she doesn't want anyone to see her naked, not just me. So, she periodically comes here to bathe where most disciples don't come because it's dangerous.
"Still though, someone would've seen her at some point..."
Yang Wei shrugged and sighed.
Wu Fengtian rushed back, panting heavily.
"H... *pant* How did you manage to avoid trouble with Sun Yuying?!"
A distracted Yang Wei replied, "At this point, it's not important." His mind was elsewhere.
"Is everything alright, Senior Brother?"
"Be quiet."
Yang Wei had immediately sensed a change in the environment.
It's quiet... too quiet.
Suddenly, five dragons streaked towards them.
Yang Wei swiftly erected a blue shield with a wave of his hand, shielding them from the dragon swords.
Despite the nearly invulnerable [Mana Shield], two swords broke through.
And one deeply ripped into Yang Wei's abdomen.
Panicking, Wu Fengtian pointed at the wound, exclaiming, "Your stomach!"
Blood rolled down from the blade.
"Hm?" Yang Wei, seemingly unfazed, looked at the dragon sword in his stomach and casually remarked, "Oh, that's not good."
Five senior disciples of the Inkflow Spire emerged from the forest.
One chuckled, then pointed at Yang Wei. "So, you're the arrogant junior we're meant to deal with." He cracked his fist, adding, "This should be easy."
His words easily provoked the senior disciples.
"DUMB LITTLE SHIT!!"
Meanwhile, Wu Fengtian was already scared. "This guy is doing too much to get us killed!" he whispered loudly.
One senior disciple dashed forward like the wind, shouting at Yang Wei, "You're courting death, right?!" His right hand condensed essence Qi, forming a blue aura of a massive fist. He raged out, "I'll destroy you in one attack!" With a shout, he unleashed the Spirit Thundering Fist.
The impact shattering a three-meter radius.
It broke the earth and even caused a heavy earthquake that rumbled the Serpent's Spire.
Dust was everywhere.
Wu Fengtian coughed. "I hope Senior Brother is all right," he said with worry.
He kept his distance so that he wouldn't get caught up in the clashing spiritual pressure.
The attacking disciple grinned, then dusted off his hands. "That's enough to teach the foolish Junior that just one of us is more than he can handle," he bragged.
"Haha! He thinks he's the next Rising Star of the Sect!"
"Bahaha! The only Star Disciple he knows is Sun Yuying!"
Yang Wei's voice cut through, "Did you really think a flashy attack would be an obstacle for me?" Suddenly, he flashed out of the debris and grabbed the head of the attacking disciple before he could react.
His abrupt speed caught everyone off guard.
"Hmmm," Yang Wei contemplated, "What's the most fun way to kill you?" A feral look appeared in his eyes, as though the senior disciple had turned prey.
The senior disciple stammered, "You bas..." Before he could finish, Yang Wei ruthlessly twisted his head with a single grip and ripped it from his shoulders.
Speckles of blood splashed everywhere.
It even stained Yang Wei's blue and white Outer robes.
Using his other hand, he touched the headless body, using [Scarlet Magic] to turn it to a pile of ash.
Then, he walked toward the remaining four senior disciples and tossed the head to them with a plain expression.
"Now, let me make this clear, no one... is leaving here alive."