His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

again!

Mo Sangyu closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again, her eyes clear once more.

She naturally noticed the person inside the carriage.

is a woman.

More than one.

There were several women in each carriage, and they appeared to be unconscious.

What do they want to do with so many women?

The carriage was not traveling in the direction of the main gate of the city lord's mansion.

Instead, it was another house next door.

Although this residence was also heavily guarded, it clearly lacked that layer of power fluctuations.

They can't enter the city lord's mansion now, but entering this residence is still very easy.

Just as Mo Sangyu hesitated about whether to follow directly, a powerful aura suddenly swept in from the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

Feng Xingyu, carrying Mo Sangyu, quickly fled the scene.

The movements were so subtle that they made no sound whatsoever.

After leaving the original spot, he did not stop, but instead used his fastest speed to avoid all eyes and ears and safely returned to the restaurant.

Only now did Mo Sangyu realize that Feng Xingyu's true strength was probably far greater than she had predicted.

He was able to carry a person back to the restaurant at such a fast speed, avoiding the eyes of so many experts in the city, and without being detected at all!

This……

Mo Sangyu was also slightly shocked.

"I originally thought that the most powerful people in Youdu City were those at the ninth rank of martial arts cultivation, but that aura just now should be..."

"Grandmaster!"

Before Feng Xingyu could finish speaking, Mo Sangyu picked up the conversation: "If you hadn't reacted quickly enough, we would definitely have been discovered."

She never expected that there would be the most powerful Grandmaster in the Nine Provinces Continent in Youdu City!

It is said that there are no more than seven Grandmasters in the entire Kyushu continent.

Among them, there was one from the Great You Dynasty and two from the Heavenly Evolution Sect.

The remaining four are distributed throughout the Kyushu continent.

Now, one has appeared in Youdu City, leaving three others whose whereabouts are unknown.

"That's not right."

Mo Sangyu belatedly realized what was happening and looked at Feng Xingyu with a probing gaze: "You were able to evade even a Grandmaster's gaze, so you..."

Grandmasters are mostly elderly men in their fifties or sixties.

How old is Feng Xingyu?

Twenty years old!

Grandmaster, is that even possible?

"actually……"

Feng Xingyu's tone became slightly grave: "We may have already been exposed."

Although he reacted quickly, his opponent was, after all, a Grandmaster whose perception was far superior to that of an ordinary expert.

Moreover, unless they discovered something, the other party wouldn't suddenly start probing their surroundings for no reason.

"But don't worry."

Feng Xingyu reassured him, "At most, he sensed an unfamiliar presence nearby. We evacuated in time, so he probably couldn't identify who it was."

Worry?

She wasn't worried at all.

It's more fun now that it's been exposed.

Mo Sangyu suddenly had a new plan in mind.

Since we can't sneak into the city lord's mansion, let's try a different approach.

They brought in so many women; they must be doing something shady.

So it seems that this Youdu City is not as upright and clean as it appears on the surface.

If that's the case, wouldn't moral decay become acting on behalf of Heaven?

That's a good relationship.

Her remaining vestiges of conscience have been preserved.

"Feng Xingyu."

Mo Sangyu called his name, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "I have a way to enter the City Lord's Mansion, but... this way, I can only go in by myself; I can't bring you with me."

"What do you want?" Feng Xingyu vaguely guessed her intentions, and his brows furrowed beneath the mask.

"They arrested so many unconscious women; they couldn't have just invited them in for tea."

Mo Sangyu looked at him, a dangerous smile playing on her lips: "High-level hunters often appear as prey. I can..."

"Can't!"

Before she could finish speaking, Feng Xingyu immediately interrupted her: "This method won't work, don't even think about it."

Mo Sangyu: "...I haven't finished speaking yet."

I said, no.

With an unprecedentedly forceful tone, Feng Xingyu walked towards her and said, word by word, "Mo Sangyu, I forbid you to enter like prey, and you are absolutely forbidden to split up!"

"You...you promised you'd listen to me!"

"..."

"So, you're now thinking of going back on your promise?"

His silence was tantamount to acquiescence.

Mo Sangyu sneered, "It's no use if you disagree. No one can change my decision."

Feng Xingyu's voice was low and calm: "You can give it a try."

The two stood facing each other, neither willing to back down, nor willing to compromise.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

An invisible pressure quickly filled the room.

"Get out of the way."

"No."

"Feng Xingyu, I'll say it again."

Mo Sangyu stepped forward, almost bumping into his chest: "Get out of my way."

Feng Xingyu remained motionless, only looking down at her with an almost obsessive and forceful gaze.

"Mo Sangyu".

He spoke slowly, his voice calm: "This is too risky. I can't let you go in alone. There's no room for discussion. Either we work together to find another way, or neither of us goes."

"Oh."

Mo Sangyu scoffed, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes: "Feng Xingyu, get this straight, I'm informing you, not discussing it with you. My plan is not for you to veto."

"Then try and see if you can walk out of my sight."

Feng Xingyu's tone remained calm, but the underlying threat was very strong.

This stubborn guy, threatening her?

OK!

very good!

Mo Sangyu is a man of his word, and Feng Xingyu is unyielding.

Time slipped away little by little in the silent standoff.

half an hour.

Mo Sangyu broke the stalemate first, her voice filled with sarcasm and determination: "Feng Xingyu, since we've come to this point, then our cooperation ends here."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the window: "From now on, we're going our separate ways!"

She had barely turned around and taken two steps when Feng Xingyu grabbed her wrist and pulled her back forcefully.

Mo Sangyu was pulled and staggered, her back hitting a hard chest.

Enraged, she flicked her other wrist, and a gleaming dagger appeared out of thin air. Without hesitation, she stabbed it into Feng Xingyu's chest from behind.

His movements were ruthless and swift as lightning.

However, Feng Xingyu reacted even faster, grabbing the wrist as well.

He glanced at the dagger in her hand, a hint of hurt flashing in his eyes, and asked in a low, hoarse voice with disbelief, "Even now you still want to hurt me? You want to murder your husband?"

"Husband?"

Mo Sangyu was forced to look up, meeting his eyes which seemed to burn with dark fire, and said sarcastically, "Feng Xingyu, when did I ever acknowledge you as my husband? Back then, didn't you also want to kill me? If it weren't for that soul contract, tell me, how many times would I have died at your hands?"

The tone was extremely sarcastic.

Feng Xingyu's breathing deepened, and he involuntarily tightened his grip on her wrist.

He seemed speechless, his eyes reddening.

"Let go."

Mo Sangyu struggled, but couldn't break free.

A fierce glint flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly gave up struggling, a crazed and cruel smile playing on her lips: "You won't let me hurt you, huh? Then I'll find someone else to hurt."

After saying that, she turned the knife in her hand, pointed it at herself, and stabbed it into her own neck.

"Mo Sangyu!"

Feng Xingyu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he roared angrily, slapping the dagger away with his palm.

The dagger clanged against the wall and fell to the ground.

Mo Sangyu's wrists were firmly held by him and held behind his back.

He used his overwhelming strength to completely imprison her in his arms.

"Are you crazy?"

He growled, his chest heaving violently, clearly enraged and...shocked by her suicidal act.

At that moment, he almost forgot.

Even if Mo Sangyu slits his own throat, he will be the one who dies.

Spending this time together has made him almost forget her true nature.

Ruthless and heartless!

"I said that."

Mo Sangyu looked up, meeting his gaze without fear, her eyes burning with a cold flame: "No one can stop me from doing what I'm about to do..."

Before she could finish speaking, Feng Xingyu suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely, silencing her.

This kiss was filled with intense aggression and overwhelming anger.

Domineering, scalding hot, and very rude.

Mo Sangyu shuddered, her pupils dilated, and her mind went completely blank for a moment.

The touch on her lips was soft yet burning, carrying his unique scent, forcefully invading her senses.

He actually dared to...

After only a moment of distraction, Mo Sangyu snapped back to reality, opened her mouth, and bit Feng Xingyu's lips.

"hiss."

Feng Xingyu winced in pain, letting out a muffled groan as his lower lip was bitten, the taste of blood spreading between their lips and teeth.

He was forced to release her lips, but he still did not let go of his grip on her. He just looked down at her, his lips stained with a striking bright red, his eyes dark and terrifying.

"Feng Xingyu."

Mo Sangyu gasped for breath, her lips stained with his blood, making her already crimson lips even more alluring. She said sharply, "Get this straight, we're not in that kind of relationship!"

"Whether it is or not, it's not up to you to decide."

Feng Xingyu's voice was terribly hoarse, carrying a stubbornness that seemed to have given up entirely.

I thought he was a gentleman.

This guy is clearly a...scoundrel!

Mo Sangyu was too lazy to continue with the nonsense. Her fingers, which were held behind her back, twitched slightly as she secretly mobilized her spiritual power.

However, Feng Xingyu had anticipated this. He grabbed her five fingers, held them firmly in his palm, pressed her against the wall, lowered his head again, and kissed her without saying a word.

This time, he gave her no chance to resist.

His lips and tongue forcefully pried open her teeth, carrying the taste of blood and an irresistible force, penetrating deeply.

Mo Sangyu was trapped against the wall, between his burning body, his hands restrained, and his spiritual energy forcibly interrupted.

She felt like a moth caught in a spider's web, experiencing an unprecedented and heart-pounding sense of powerlessness in his domineering and deep kiss.

His breath, his warmth, his power enveloped her completely.

Mo Sangyu was almost suffocating from his kiss, her thoughts were in chaos, and her body instinctively went slightly weak.

Feng Xingyu, too, fell into an inescapable desire, and his vigilance and alertness gradually decreased.

There is something that Feng Xingyu is unaware of.

Mo Sangyu's spiritual power can be manipulated not only with her fingers but also with... her thoughts.

So, as his kiss deepened, he was completely unaware that a pitch-black, hard baseball bat was silently rising up behind him.