Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 247—Have you ever heard of the Yunshiki Iaijutsu?

Feng Buqun's face grew increasingly dark. He finally understood that this woman had come with the intention of wiping out his entire family. No matter how much he struggled, the only outcome would be death.

At that moment, the girl being held hostage let out a hysterical scream:

"Yes, kill this old beast quickly! You can't save me if I'm in his hands, but once he's dead, I'll repay you by serving you like a slave in my next life!"

"You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting?" Feng Buqun was furious and slapped the girl across the face.

Feng Buqun's slap was indeed delivered with all his might. Even from a distance, Qian Lingyun could clearly see that the girl's cheek was swollen from the slap and that she was spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Qian Lingyun frowned, her previously pleasant mood instantly turning sour. She muttered angrily to herself:

"What the hell? What do you mean I can't save you? Who do you think you are?!"

"I'm going to save you today, no matter what!"

As everyone knows, Qian Lingyun is rebellious by nature. She might not save you if you beg her, but if you say she can't save you, she will do everything in her power to protect you today.

Although she might save you and then kill you, let's just say she didn't save you at all!

"Old man, give me some gold coins!"

As she spoke, Qian Lingyun stepped on the launch button again.

A high-explosive round, guided by the red dot, was precisely fired at Feng Buqun.

With the missiles hurtling towards him, Feng Buqun had no time to care about the burden on the ground. He swallowed hard, and seven spirit rings—two yellow, three purple, and two black—flashed all over his body. Relying on his Soul Saint-level flight ability, he darted around like a headless fly in this narrow space.

A second before the missile exploded, a faint gray six-pointed star appeared beneath the girl. In a flash, the girl's figure vanished without a trace in the flames of the explosion.

Watching Feng Buqun darting around in mid-air in the large room, Qian Lingyun gently pressed the launch button with her heel.

One shell after another exploded throughout the room, the violent explosions destabilizing the foundation and causing mud to seep down from the ceiling.

Amidst the artillery fire, Feng Buqun eked out a living dog from the aftershocks of the explosions.

A hundred meters away, Qian Lingyun clutched her stomach and burst into laughter, mocking him relentlessly as she laughed:

"Hahaha, you old codger, all you know how to do is play with soul tools, right! Without soul tools, you've forgotten even the most basic abilities of a soul master!"

After the violent series of explosions, Feng Buqun had long lost his former dignified and spirited demeanor.

His entire body was charred black, with almost no intact patches, and he might no longer even be a man.

He gasped for breath, his voice unintelligible as he roared in a heart-wrenching rage, "You little slut, if you ever fall into my hands, I will make you wish you were dead!"

Hearing Feng Buqun's harmless but harsh words, Qian Lingyun didn't even bother to lift her head.

She simply twisted the sights slightly, making the explosion point of the Thunder Missile slightly coincide with Feng Buqun's escape path.

Why are fixed-position soul-guided projectiles so powerful? Because their explosive power, in the instant they are unleashed, is comparable to a full-force attack from a higher-level soul master.

As a Soul Master, Feng Buqun lacked the reaction speed of a Soul Master, the physical attributes of a Soul Master, and even his most proficient Soul Guidance Device. Therefore, his fate was predictable.

Amidst the terrifying roar of thunder, countless bolts of lightning erupted, and the terrifying explosive force directly tore apart the defense formed by Feng Buqun's own soul power.

The blue lightning snakes tightly coiled around Feng Buqun's body, causing him to lie on the ground convulsing.

The crackling lightning scorched Feng Buqun's skin and made him burn inside and out; even his already sparse hair stood on end like that of a lightning porcupine.

Qian Lingyun stepped off the Holy Spirit Crossbow, walked slowly forward, shattered Feng Buqun's dantian with a stomp, and dragged him, whose body was convulsing, to the center of the corridor for the women locked in the small cubicles to watch.

Qian Lingyun crouched down, revealing a dangerously sly face to the agonizing Feng Buqun, and whispered:

"You want to make me wish I were dead? We'll see if you live that long!" Standing up, Qian Lingyun used a very ordinary level-three soul-guided ray gun to smash the lock on the cubicle door one shot at a time.

The women who had been locked in the cubicles walked out as if they were in another world, their blank eyes seemingly revealing a hint of disbelief!

"You are free!" Qian Lingyun declared loudly in the middle of the corridor to the eighty-four women in a chilling tone, then pointed to Feng Buqun on the ground and whispered, "He is yours now!"

Having regained his ability to speak, Feng Buqun looked at the group of women whose eyes revealed hysteria and began to incoherently threaten them.

The methods that had previously worked every time seemed to have completely lost their effectiveness at this moment.

No matter how he threatened or begged for mercy, the group of gritted teeth women continued to press closer to him. Feng Buqun was terrified and crawled backward on his hands and feet.

Soon, his back bumped into a pair of women's legs. Looking up, he realized that more than eighty women had surrounded him from all sides.

"No, no, no! What are you doing! You! Ah!"

As the first woman pounced on him and bit off his ear as a start, the rest of the women followed suit and pounced on Feng Buqun.

At first, Feng Buqun could still let out a series of shrill screams, but later, all that could be heard were the muffled sounds of flesh being torn apart and the woman's hysterical cries.

Just as Qian Lingyun retrieved the Holy Spirit Crossbow, the once pitch-black ground was now littered with scattered pieces of flesh and a few broken bones, proving Feng Buqun's presence.

After venting their resentment, these women spontaneously formed a group on Qian Lingyun's usual route.

Qian Lingyun crossed her arms and exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong? Are you in a killing frenzy?! You want to kill me too..."

"Our benefactor, we have no way to repay your kindness in giving us a second chance. We only ask to stay by your side, and we would serve you as your slaves without any complaints."

"Huh? So I've done a good deed?" Qian Lingyun was stunned and was about to say something to politely decline.

But then she heard the woman in the lead kowtow to her, saying, "We are already withered and broken, with no will to live. If you refuse, we will die right here in front of you!"

Then, another group knelt down. Looking at their determined eyes, Qian Lingyun couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

"So many of you, really..." Qian Lingyun bit her lower lip, clutched the hem of her clothes, and paced around in place a few times, muttering to herself:

What to do? I've fooled the servants so much before, now that I'm dealing with someone who's truly convinced, I'm starting to feel uneasy. It's so frustrating!

Finally, Qian Lingyun, like a deflated balloon, squatted down dejectedly. She rubbed her forehead and sighed helplessly:

"Fine, fine, since you insist on coming along, then come along! At worst, I'll find you a place to do some work for me later."

With a wave of her hand, she opened a gate to the dead. Qian Lingyun tilted her head and gestured, "Go in. When we get there, I'll let you out."

"Thank you so much, Master, for your great kindness!"

The leading female soul master stood up and called on the dozens of people to rise together and bow to Qian Lingyun before quickly disappearing into the gate of the dead.

(End of this chapter)