"Who are you? How dare you attack my young master!" The middle-aged man, sensing the strength of the couple, felt slightly relieved, then coldly asked.
"Just an unknown nobody." Zhang Xing'an stared at the white-robed middle-aged man and asked, "He actually dared to lay hands on my daughter. Not only did I take action, but even killing him would be too lenient!"
Zhang Lueying leaned beside Su Yun, calmly watching the scene, showing no fear. Her mother had told her that her elder brother was the most powerful person on the Jiexin Continent, and she need not fear anyone.
"An unknown nobody?" The white-robed middle-aged man couldn't help but say menacingly, "If that's the case, then you will not leave Jifeng City today!"
"Just you?" Zhang Xing'an sneered contemptuously, and with a flip of his hand, he produced an immortal artifact sword. The magnificent power of the immortal artifact immediately permeated the entire city, causing the middle-aged man's expression to change drastically.
"Immortal artifact?" The middle-aged man wavered. Zhang Xing'an was only a cultivator at the Three Tribulation realm, while he had long reached the Four Tribulation realm. In terms of strength, even with the opponent possessing an immortal artifact, he was not afraid.
However, this cultivator at the Three Tribulation realm possessing an immortal artifact made him wary of the opponent's background. After all, there were only so many immortal artifacts on the entire Jiexin Continent. Let alone their City Lord's Mansion, even Zhenhuo Cave Heaven had few immortal artifacts.
The surrounding cultivators were also surprised that this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man could produce an immortal artifact with a flip of his hand. Truly, one cannot judge a book by its cover.
"Feng Bo, kill him, and this immortal artifact will be ours! Whatever happens, my father will take responsibility," Feng Wuji said with covetous eyes on the immortal artifact in Zhang Xing'an's hand.
"Yes, with the City Lord here, he will bear any consequences. Moreover, this is an immortal artifact. Even if Zhenhuo Cave Heaven finds out, they will support me, right?"
With this thought, the middle-aged man attacked. He cultivated the path of swift winds, his speed far surpassing cultivators of the same realm. Furthermore, there was a significant gap in strength between the Three and Four Tribulation realms. Thus, even if the opponent held an immortal artifact, he was confident in taking him down.
Zhang Xing'an's expression was calm, his eyes fixed on the afterimage. He softly uttered, "Sword One!"
With the enhancement of the Wordless Sword Manual, the profound sword technique's power surged by several notches, easily parrying the middle-aged man's dual blades.
"Hmph?" The middle-aged man frowned, his body flickered, and he attacked Zhang Xing'an again with his dual blades.
"Sword Two!"
The immortal artifact's radiance intensified. This sword's power made him feel pressure, daring not to attack rashly. He could only defend, desperately blocking this sword.
However, Zhang Xing'an's swordsmanship had surpassed his own realm. One sword fell, and another rose.
"Sword Three!"
As this voice sounded, the middle-aged man felt that the profoundness of this sword had surpassed his understanding. Its power was not something he could resist. Relying on his agile footwork and wind-like speed, he rapidly retreated.
Yet, he still couldn't completely avoid it. The sharp sword energy grazed his side, easily severing one of his arms. The wound was smooth as a mirror, and blood gushed out.
"Feng Bo?" Feng Wuji exclaimed in shock, realizing that even Feng Bo was not his opponent. Before he could even take a step, Zhang Xing'an had already locked onto him and swung down another sword.
With his One Tribulation realm strength, how could he possibly resist Zhang Xing'an, who wielded an immortal artifact? Under the powerful lock of spiritual energy, he couldn't even move. A dense aura of death rushed towards him. He widened his eyes, filled with unwillingness.
"Clang!" A clear metallic clang rang out. A man in a blue robe appeared beside Feng Wuji. With a gentle flick of his finger, he shattered the sword energy Zhang Xing'an had unleashed.
"Feng Yue is here. This is truly over."
"City Lord Feng's strength has reached the Six Tribulation realm, just one step away from becoming a top expert on the Jiexin Continent. Even with an immortal artifact, that man probably can't withstand a single move from him."
The man who appeared beside Feng Wuji was Feng Yue, the City Lord of Jifeng City. He swept his gaze across the scene indifferently, finally landing on Zhang Xing'an, who held the immortal artifact.
"Master, should we make a move? Feng Yue has the strength of the Six Tribulation realm. Grandfather probably can't hold on." Above Jifeng City, Zhang Fan, accompanied by the Blood Demon Flood Dragon and Lin Haotian, calmly watched the scene. With their group's strength, if they wished to hide, no one in this city would be able to discover them even if they stood before them.
"No rush, let's just watch," Zhang Fan said calmly. He sensed a familiar aura, and when the time came, someone would naturally intervene.
"Your audacity is too much! In my Jifeng City, you injure my son and cripple my subordinate. Do you truly consider me, the City Lord of Jifeng City, a mere decoration?" Feng Yue stared at Zhang Xing'an and said sternly.
"That brat intended to assault my daughter. No matter who his father is, he will die today!" Zhang Xing'an snorted coldly.
"With just that statement, your family of three will not leave Jifeng City today," Feng Yue smiled. "You two will die. As for your daughter, since my son fancies her, I will spare her life and keep her in my City Lord's Mansion."
Hearing this, Su Yun's eyes blazed with anger. She berated, "Zhang Xing'an, stop wasting time with him. I want him silenced immediately."
Zhang Xing'an also didn't want to continue speaking. He shouted into the void, "Xiao Kun, kill him!"
"Your subordinate obeys!"
Feng Yue only heard a voice. Before he could fully react, a young man appeared before him. The youth had a face like a sharpened blade, with distinct lines. His cold, stern eyes held a trace of indifference. He slowly reached out and grabbed Feng Yue. Feng Yue attempted to resist but was horrified to discover that all his spiritual power was sealed, rendering him unable to move.
The newcomer was Xiao Kun, the hall master of the Fengyun Hall of the Sixth Prince's Mansion, who had once accompanied Zhang Fan in the Great Luo Realm.
"Elder, Feng Yue has been apprehended. How should he be dealt with?" Xiao Kun, with his hand clasped around Feng Yue's throat like a chick, held him and bowed to Zhang Xing'an.
Although Zhang Xing'an and his wife had ordinary strength, due to Zhang Fan's influence, their status in the Sixth Prince's Mansion was extremely transcendent, equal to that of the Sixth Prince.
When Zhang Xing'an and Su Yun were traveling the Jiexin Continent, Xiao Kun had proactively offered to protect them. Having received significant kindness from Zhang Fan, he naturally wished to repay it actively.
At this moment, Feng Yue recognized Xiao Kun. As the hall master of the Fengyun Hall of the Sixth Prince's Mansion, a peak Nine Tribulation realm expert, how could Feng Yue not recognize him? His heart turned ice-cold. Such a person, whom even an expert standing at the pinnacle of the Jiexin Continent like Xiao Kun treated with respect, who were these people?
Feng Wuji watched his father, who usually commanded authority in Jifeng City, being manhandled like a dead dog. He was already stunned. How could he have provoked such terrifying individuals?
"It's over. The entire City Lord's Mansion is finished." The middle-aged man with the severed arm looked at the scene with despair. Being able to easily subdue Feng Yue, a Six Tribulation realm cultivator, meant this person was definitely a Nine Tribulation realm expert.
The onlookers were also slow to react. Their usually high and mighty City Lord seemed to have truly picked a fight with the wrong people.