Chapter 251: A Bi: Young Master! Older Sister A Zhu is about to die!

The black-clothed person leapt onto a beam, about to lunge again at the stiff-faced warrior, when hearing Duan Yu's words, his heart suddenly relaxed.

But Niu Dingtian still held his ground, not yielding an inch; his profound energy surged wildly, his robes billowing without wind, his cold, sidelong gaze growing even more stern.

"Kid, do you really think I can't kill you?"

I've roamed the jianghu for decades—when have I ever let a youngster keep me so passive?

Niu Dingtian gave a soft snort, saying nothing, merely silently circulating his energy, fully on guard.

In this fight, though pressured, he clearly understood where his martial arts stood in this Heavenly Dragon World.

Perhaps he was on par with Qiao Feng, yet compared to Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan and the like, his internal strength was slightly lacking, but the opponent could not overcome him in a short time.

"Young Master Duan, you've seen this person's martial arts—I'm no match. If you don't want Miss Wang to come to harm, first kill that warrior, then join forces with me against him."

His peripheral vision fell on the unconscious stiff-faced warrior below the eaves—or rather, on Murong Fu's body—and Niu Dingtian's heart stirred; without turning back, he calmly said.

As long as it concerns Wang Yuyan, I'd have no hesitation making this brat eat excrement.

The black-clothed man's expression shifted slightly, his cold eyes flashing like lightning toward Duan Yu:

"If he dies, nobody here will live! I'll also bury the entire Dali Zhen Nan Prince's Mansion with you!"

"This..."

Duan Yu shrank his neck, his face full of anguish, unable to decide for a moment.

"How so? Young Master Duan, aren't you fond of Miss Wang? Why are you afraid before this old villain?"

"Could it be that your feelings for Miss Wang are all false, just for her body? Or is she simply not important enough in your heart?"

Niu Dingtian's words struck straight at Duan Yu's lungs; such a direct exposure of his thoughts made Duan Yu instantly blush crimson.

"No... no, I... I merely... just..."

He stammered, face flushed, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long while.

Worried about offending the beauty behind him, he wanted to deny it yet not betray his own feelings; he wished to refuse, yet feared the Goddess Sister would never know how much she weighed in his heart.

"Young Master Niu, don't spout nonsense—I have nothing with Young Master Duan!"

On the upper floor, Wang Yuyan's cheeks flushed like dripping blood; she poked her head out, both shy and annoyed, glaring at the black-clad figure below.

In my heart there is only my cousin; if word gets out and he misunderstands, it would be bad.

Hearing that, Duan Yu was stunned, his heart filled with mixed feelings: yes, I have no relation with Miss Wang, and her heart holds only her cousin. I don't know how charming that Southern Murong fellow is, to make Miss Wang constantly think of him. "Why is there no movement?"

Niu Dingtian ignored Wang Yuyan's words; seeing no response from behind, he felt quite puzzled.

He swiftly turned around, saw Duan Yu still dazed there, and his face instantly darkened.

"Duan Yu! For Miss Wang's sake, will you finally strike or not!"

Niu Dingtian shouted coldly.

"You dare!!"

The black-clothed man roared fiercely, his voice like thunder, making A Zhu, A Bi, and Wang Yuyan's ears ring.

Then, fixing his gaze on Niu Dingtian, he said in a deep tone: "I admit, your martial arts are strong; among peers, few could match you. Give me ten more years, and I would still feel inferior."

"But right now you are not my match! Even adding a greenhorn youth wouldn't change that. Take her and a few others and leave; today's affair ends here, and I will pursue nothing further."

"You are..."

Having finished this blend of soft and hard words, before Niu Dingtian could reply, A Zhu on the upper floor suddenly froze, eyes unblinking as she stared at the black-clothed man and exclaimed in surprise.

This build, this gaze, even the tone of his voice—so familiar!

The black-clothed man's pupils shrank violently. Seeing A Zhu's face filled with doubt, shock, then disbelief, his eyes turned cold; he suddenly swung his palm, chopping at the beam, and in an instant a piece of timber shot toward him amidst the dust.

Almost simultaneously, his body shot forward like a falcon, lunging again at the stiff-faced warrior beneath the eaves!

"A Zhu, A Bi, be careful!"

Wang Yuyan cried out in alarm, but the two opposite her had already frozen stiff on the spot.

Niu Dingtian's attention had been wholly on Murong Fu, ready to strike at any moment; seeing this, he decisively abandoned the black-clothed man to intercept the timber.

"Pfft!"

Seeing he could not block it in time, an invisible finger force shot out, slanting onto the timber.

Niu Dingtian's finger shot out without hesitation; he swiftly turned and lunged back, and as he raised his hand, a dragon's roar echoed through the Nian Fang, revealing an ice-cold dragon-shaped phantom that flew like lightning toward the black-clothed man trying to flee.

"Since you seek death! Today I will grant it!!"

The black-clothed man bellowed angrily, his eyes grim; he clamped the stiff-faced warrior under his left arm, while his right arm instantly manifested countless phantoms, his profound energy circulating, coalescing into a single palm strike to retaliate against Niu Dingtian.

Boom—boom—boom—

The two palms clashed, violent true qi entwining and surging; after a brief standoff of a few breaths, the invisible gang qi enveloping them exploded with a roar, shaking the entire Nian Fang as straw flew everywhere, and both were sent flying backward.

After the black-clothed man staggered to his feet, wiped the blood from his mouth, and was about to lunge at the flying-back Niu Dingtian upstairs, his right arm suddenly turned icy, actually forming a layer of white frost! Feeling the bone‑chilling qi coursing through his body, his expression changed slightly; without hesitation, he grabbed the stiff-faced warrior and shot away.

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"Cough cough..."

"So soft..."

Niu Dingtian coughed up a mouthful of blood, trying to force himself up, but his hand grasped a soft, warm mass.

"Miss Wang?"

He lifted his head to see the person beside him with cheeks red as dripping blood; turning, he saw a patch of white, soft skin, and his heart leapt; he quickly released his grip.

Earlier, the gang qi had struck him, and he had just happened to be flung into the upper floor where Wang Yuyan was.

Now the outside was utterly silent, only the sound of rain pattering; obviously, the black‑clothed man had already fled.

"Miss Wang! Miss Wang! Are you alright? I'm coming up!"

From downstairs came Duan Yu's anxious shout, followed by the clatter of a wooden ladder being set up and hurried footsteps.

"Hold it!" Niu Dingtian bellowed; the footsteps outside stopped abruptly.

"Miss Wang is unharmed, Young Master Duan—you stay downstairs and keep watch."

He was somewhat annoyed with Duan Yu, and if it weren't for the three young ladies beside him, he would have gone out by now to give him a good beating.

"You… you go out quickly!"

Wang Yuyan's damp hair fell to her shoulders, her hair hanging low, the roots of her ears already flushed red with shame. Seeing the person beside her motionless, she pulled at a piece of clothing with her delicate hand, tightly covering her chest; ashamed and urgent, her soft voice trembled with a whimper.

Niu Dingtian inhaled deeply, about to rise, when an anxious voice from the opposite attic suddenly sounded—A Bi's, also with a sobbing tone:

"Young master! Young master! A Zhu sister is about to collapse! Come quickly!"

"Can't hold on?"

Niu Dingtian and Wang Yuyan lifted their heads almost simultaneously; before Wang Yuyan could speak, Niu Dingtian sprang up quickly, darting out through the broken window, arriving in an instant.

Opening the attic door, they saw A Zhu's pallid face lying in A Bi's arms, a half piece of beam wood lodged in a wound on her left shoulder, bleeding outward.

A Bi sobbed, "A Zhu sister feared that the young master would be distracted, so she didn't let herself make a sound; she could still speak earlier, but now she has already fainted…" (End of chapter)