Chapter 221: If you dare to lay a hand on her, you'll die in a most unpleasant way, oh

Outside Purple Cloud City.

Today, Purple Cloud Mountain was especially desolate; Shen Yun Ya had set up a banquet here, but there was not a single guest.

Standing to Shen Yun Ya's right was a middle-aged man in white robes, named Bai Di.

"General Shen, this time are you going to kill the Third Young Master?"

Shen Yun Ya drank his fine wine, smiling with narrowed eyes: "Bai Di, what are you talking about? Shen Qing is my sworn brother, my beloved kin."

"At most, it's just an exchange, asking him how he cultivated so quickly."

Bai Di fell silent, saying no more, but in his heart he understood.

He was the one who had followed Shen Yun Ya the longest, and he knew best what Shen Yun Ya would do in such a situation.

In the past, Shen Yun Ya, who always liked to show off, would entertain all the major clans and princes wherever he went, but today he had invited no one to Purple Cloud Mountain.

Bai Di understood that Shen Yun Ya was about to do something unsavory.

Shen Yun Ya indeed thought so as well.

At this moment, a person staggered up the foot of Purple Cloud Mountain—it was Mo Qin.

His meridians had been shattered by Shen Qing, his vital energy utterly unusable, so he had walked all the way back from Purple Cloud City.

By now he was already delirious.

Bai Di's face changed: "It's Mo Qin! How did he end up like this?"

Saying this, he swiftly flew over, supported Mo Qin, and poured a thread of vital energy into his body.

"Mo Qin! Mo Qin! How did you become like this? Who struck you?"

Mo Qin then regained a little consciousness: "It was Shen Qing..."

Shen Yun Ya slowly approached Mo Qin: "Was it Shen Qing who struck you? How many people? How long did you hold out?"

Shen Yun Ya couldn't be bothered to care about Mo Qin's injuries, and directly asked.

Mo Qin lowered his head, his voice somewhat desolate: "Just him alone struck me—I couldn't even withstand a single move..."

Bai Di took out a pill from his bosom, saying as he stuffed it into Mo Qin's mouth: "It's fine, it's fine. However Shen Qing puts it, he is today's most renowned heavenly pride of the Great Martial; losing to him is no disgrace. Take this pill first, hurry and heal..."

But at this moment, Shen Yun Ya continued: "What did Shen Qing say?"

Mo Qin hesitated a little, yet still did not tell the truth: "He said to have General Shen go to the Pacification Bureau to find him."

"I want the truth! Exactly what did he say."

In the next instant, a violet, violent vital energy surged forth, and Shen Yun Ya's pupils also turned into a terrifying dark purple.

The massive vital energy shockwave shook Mo Qin so that he spat out another mouthful of blood, and he struggled to speak.

"He said to have General Shen roll over to Purple Cloud City to see him."

After saying this, Mo Qin spat out another mouthful of blood.

And Shen Yun Ya merely snorted coldly several times, then shot straight up into the sky.

"Good, good, good! Good, you Shen Qing! I'll see just what you've got to be so arrogant."

Bai Di steadied Mo Qin's injuries; Mo Qin was somewhat puzzled: "How did General Shen become like this."

A woman walked up beside him, explaining for Shen Yun Ya: "It should be because of that Shen Qing, perhaps because he was too angry, so he became like this."

Only Bai Di remained silent; he had followed Shen Yun Ya the longest, and only he knew this was Shen Yun Ya's true face—what love for soldiers like sons was all pretense.

Purple Cloud City.

A sonic boom tore through the sky above Purple Cloud City; everyone looked up in bewilderment, the originally calm rainy day now terrifyingly abnormal.

Black clouds pressed down continuously, faintly visible were terrifying purple thunderbolts flashing, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded from within the clouds.

"Shen Qing, my dear brother, you let me come to Purple Cloud City to see you—I've come, where are you?"

Before the words even faded, the Northern Pacification Bureau instantly erupted with terrifying blood energy shooting straight to the clouds, Shen Qing's voice echoing continuously throughout Purple Cloud City.

"Shen Yun Ya, are you so eager to die that you can't wait?"

Shen Yun Ya's voice was like cold ice: "Shen Qing, you really surprise me—your cultivation has actually reached the seventh level of the Grand Master realm."

Upon saying this, the entire Purple Cloud City began to tremble.

Those with insight all turned deathly pale.

"Shen Qing? Shen Yun Ya? How could they be in Yun Province!"

"Clan Chief, I know Shen Qing, but who is Shen Yun Ya?"

This clan chief swallowed a mouthful of saliva and spoke.

"You know the Shen family, right?"

"Yes, the pinnacle of the Great Martial."

"Shen Yun Ya is the second in line of the direct lineage of this generation of the Shen family, Shen Qing is the third."

"Shen Yun Ya is renowned in the north, his fame from rising in the North Sea Navy is not small, dubbed the North Sea Death God, having slaughtered countless sea tribes all the way, once overcoming a Yuan Dan realm cultivator as a Grand Master, and now having broken through to the Yuan Dan realm, I don't know what level he has reached!"

"Shen Qing..."

This young man took over the conversation: "I know Shen Qing—he rose from Yong Ning Jun, exterminated the Blood Cult, slaughtered the White Dragon, later in Jia Shui Jun, with one man and one blade he suppressed the Wokou pirates, then went to Qingzhou to exterminate the Wen King, punched the White Dragon Cult's Earth Fiends, kicked the White Dragon Cult's Heavenly Gang, people gave him the nickname, Crossing the World Yama!!!."

The same voice echoed throughout Purple Cloud City; everyone understood they might today witness history, and all turned their gazes toward the Northern Pacification Bureau, wanting to see how Shen Qing would respond.

At this moment, Shen Qing's voice sounded, but not from within the Pacification Bureau; everyone quickly turned their eyes.

At this moment, a powerful air blast erupted, dispersing the black clouds, and everyone saw Shen Qing clad in a great red python robe, and also saw five terrifying domineering blood dragon phantoms.

Everyone exclaimed: "When did he go up there?"

In an instant, the entire sky above Purple Cloud City was divided into two layers by the auras of Shen Qing and Shen Yun Ya—one side was black clouds pressing down on the city, purple lightning flashing, the other side was red clouds filling the sky, blood dragons roaring.

Shen Qing's voice was calm: "Shen Yun Ya, you really disappoint me—after all these years, you've only reached the sixth level of the Yuan Dan realm?"

Shen Yun Ya laughed once, and in a voice only the two could hear said: "Shen Qing, don't you want to know why I targeted you so much when we were young?"

Shen Qing's eyes were calm: "Truly a lowly trick—still trying to provoke me like you did when I was a child?"

At that moment, a shout came from Purple Cloud City below: "Long live the Dragon King Shen!"

It was a little girl, the rain on her face not yet dried.

The little girl's parents quickly covered her mouth, but Shen Yunya still heard it.

Shen Yunya glanced at the little girl, his eyes icy: "Truly a noisy ant."

Speaking, he raised his finger and pointed at the little girl—purple lightning flashed at his fingertip, yet the purple lightning gathered there and did not shoot out.

Shen Yunya turned his eyes, catching sight of the great red python robe behind him—Shen Qing had already arrived at his back, and a cold voice sounded.

"She is cheering for me—if you dare lay a hand on her."

"You will die an ugly death."