Desolate Era: The Ultimate Rogue Cultivator Who Hides Among the Heavens!

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"You want to take my magic weapon by force?"

"Is this how the Meng family operates?" Han Feiyu's expression completely changed, and she looked at Meng Shi and Meng Sanmu, feigning humility and submission, and asked, "Gentlemen, do you think this senior's actions are appropriate?"

"Brother Meng, I only helped you at your invitation. If you also feel..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Heh, your magic weapon?" Seeing Han Feiyu's somewhat resigned and resigned attempt to make amends, Master Duyun couldn't help but sneer, "I said that's my Yinglong Guard's mission token."

"Brother Meng." Han Feiyu looked at Meng Shi's anxious and embarrassed expression.

Meng Sanmu seemed to see a sense of 'unworthiness' in Han Feiyu at this moment, and his expression changed instantly, his gaze becoming calm.

Meng Shi had received a favor from Han Feiyu, so he looked at Master Duyun and said, "Master, this assessment was decided by the clan long ago. You shouldn't do this."

Han Feiyu also pretended to be the expression of a helpless rogue cultivator who was being oppressed, looking at Master Duyun with a glimmer of hope and defiance in his eyes.

"Heh." Master Duyun ignored Meng Shi's words, only staring at Han Feiyu with a smug look on his face. "Boy, I was sent here for the assessment, what do you think?"

Han Feiyu glanced at Meng Sanmu, who had a calm expression, and Meng Shi, who had an awkward look on his face, and reluctantly handed over the magic treasures to Master Duyun. "Fine, I guess I'm just unlucky."

Tsk!

Really...

A premonition came true.

Han Feiyu had initially thought it would be one of Meng Yuchang's or the other disciples of the Rending Heaven Sword Sect, but he hadn't expected that this Yinglong Guard's "True Man Duyun" would be such a narrow-minded person. Would this calamity befall him?!

"Should I say my intuition was spot-on, or am I just unlucky?"

Han Feiyu couldn't help but smile.

"Hmm?" Master Duyun also noticed the subtle change in Han Feiyu's expression. The sudden upturn of the corners of his mouth made him startled.

However, Wanxiang Zhenren's confidence and arrogance towards the Purple Mansion cultivators made him a step behind.

boom!!!

Han Feiyu's magical power surged, and the spell instantly took shape. At the same time, his divine sense swept towards Meng Chuan, the innate being beside him. With a whoosh, his footsteps slid to Meng Sanmu's side in an instant.

*Bang!*

Rumble!!!

The two enormous Yin-Yang Emperor Dragon Dharma Forms, with their 'snake bodies,' firmly protected Han Feiyu under the divine mental attack of Yinglong Guard 'True Man Duyun'.

At this moment, Han Feiyu grabbed Meng Sanmu by the neck and used his divine sense to control Meng Chuan.

"Divine sense?!" Master Duyun was stunned, his expression shifting from astonishment to surprise, then to anger. "Han Feiyu, how dare you!"

Wow.

The three magical flying swords launched an attack.

Han Feiyu smiled and simultaneously released his magical flying sword.

"Clang~ Clang~ Clang~"

"clang!"

"clang!!"

"clang……"

The flying swords fought to a standstill.

Master Duyun was startled.

Han Feiyu also completely released his restraints, with a water-controlling ring in front of him, a blood banner above his head, a black chain around his body, and forty-nine Heavenly Net Flying Needles surging around him.

The Bloodthirsty Black Sand, a high-grade human-level magic weapon, and the wind turbine bag together formed a black sand storm.

The high-grade human-rank magic weapon flying swords "Fire Spirit Sword", "Ice Wind Sword" and "Black Whale Sword" clashed fiercely with the three earth-rank magic weapon flying swords of True Person Du Yun.

Showing off its sharp edge!

At this moment, the situation completely reversed.

"Han Feiyu, release them both, and I'll let you go." Master Duyun was truly humiliated, being coerced to this point by Han Feiyu, a mere rogue cultivator of the Purple Mansion realm.

He dared not use his magic weapons to attack anymore.

Divine thought...

A cultivator at the Purple Mansion level actually possessed divine sense power even greater than his.

"Brother Han!" Meng Shi was also stunned and cried out, "Brother Han, please go easy on us! Don't hurt Meng Chuan and Brother Sanmu!"

Splash!

Meng Chuan was completely bound by black chains, while Meng Sanmu had his neck gripped by Han Feiyu, though his face was full of shock.

He couldn't understand why, as a fellow cultivator of the Purple Mansion realm, he didn't even have a chance to react in front of Han Feiyu.

His speed in that instant far surpassed that of a Purple Mansion cultivator, and even most Myriad Manifestations True Persons probably couldn't match his speed. Is this Han Feiyu's true strength?!

"Oh."

Han Feiyu sneered at Meng Shi, then looked at Master Duyun, "Brother Meng, you should ask your senior, Master Duyun."

"What do you say, Master Duyun?"

Han Feiyu couldn't help but sneer and pinch Meng Sanmu's neck.

Although it's only one Purple Mansion and one Innate Realm, if True Person Duyun really dares to make a move and something happens to these two because of him, then he will definitely not have a good time.

Because the whole thing was caused by his own willful actions from beginning to end. If he had followed the rules even a little, this wouldn't have happened.

"Fine, I'll let you go."

Master Duyun looked at Han Feiyu with immense anger and killing intent, and said in a deep voice.

Han Feiyu stared at Du Yun Zhenren and said confidently, "Give me back my things, and also compensate me with one top-grade human-rank magic weapon, or two high-grade human-rank flying swords."

"Impossible!" Master Duyun was also furious. Being threatened by Han Feiyu was bad enough, but to ask him to compensate with one or two more magic treasures was simply a pipe dream.

"Heh." Han Feiyu sneered as he looked at Du Yun Zhenren and Meng Shiyi, and instantly tightened his grip on the black chains.

"Uh~"

"what!"

Meng Sanmu's screams were relatively more pitiful.

This scene prompted Master Duyun to quickly wave his hand and call a halt, "Alright! I'll give it to you!"

Han Feiyu then loosened his grip. "Put it in the storage magic item I just gave you and throw it over here."

"Han Feiyu, you're decisive enough, but if you let either of them get hurt in the slightest, I will definitely kill you." Master Duyun said fiercely, staring at Han Feiyu, while taking out two high-grade human-level magic swords and stuffing them into the storage magic ring that had just contained the corpses of three purple-mansion demon beasts.

call out.

Han Feiyu's flying sword took the storage ring, then looked at Meng Shi and said with a smile, "Brother Meng, give me a ride."

"Master Duyun, I presume you won't mind?"

Han Feiyu watched as Master Duyun wielded his flying sword, quickly lifted Meng Sanmu, and used his divine sense to place Meng Chuan onto the flying sword, the two of them one in front of the other.

Master Duyun stared at Han Feiyu with an extremely cold gaze.

Wow.

Han Feiyu put away several magical treasures and flew up on his sword.

Meng Shi sighed slightly, then flew off on his sword to catch up with Han Feiyu.

call--

Two flying swords whistled out.

"Han Feiyu, I'll remember you."

Master Duyun watched Han Feiyu's departing figure, filled with murderous intent and rage.

He didn't dare to chase after him.

His own disregard for the rules led to Meng Chuan and Meng Sanmu's capture. If he were to cause further trouble, he would have a hard time explaining himself to the few Nascent Soul Daoists in his clan.

Even if Meng Shi brings the two people back safely, he will face punishment at best, and at worst...