Chapter 333: The Demon Lord Princess's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 333: With a Mouth This Foul, You Might as Well Shut It Forever

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Yale had nowhere to dodge and could only desperately lean his head back. With a soft "chi" sound, Yan Wang's long sword grazed Yale's throat, slicing off a few strands of his hair. Even so, Yale still narrowly dodged this killing strike once again.

Seeing a huge rock behind him, Yale rejoiced inwardly. He swiftly used the large rock for support, abruptly flipped over, and like an agile cheetah, leapt up from the ground in an instant.

He glared with wide eyes and roared loudly at his surroundings: "What sneaking coward dares to hide and launch a sneak attack on your grandpa!"

Hearing Yale's roar, Ai Jiao's anger was instantly ignited. He was originally a hot-tempered person; how could he endure such provocation? Immediately his hair stood on end with rage, and he shouted at the top of his lungs in reply: "With a mouth this foul, you might as well shut it forever!"

Before his words fell, he was already gripping his long sword and charging at Yale like a bolt of lightning.

Ai Jiao's speed was extremely fast; in the blink of an eye he had already rushed before Yale. He raised his long sword high and fiercely chopped down at Yale; the blade drew a cold light in the air, carrying a fierce momentum, pressing straight for Yale's vital points.

Seeing this, Yale did not dare the slightest negligence. He swiftly drew his meteor hammer from behind his back, swung his arm, and the meteor hammer flew like a burning meteor, carrying enormous impact force, smashing hard toward Ai Jiao.

Only a loud "clang" was heard as the meteor hammer and Ai Jiao's long sword collided violently. In an instant, sparks flew in all directions, and the deafening sound of clashing metal rang out.

Ai Jiao only felt a tremendous force travel along the blade; his tiger's mouth was numbed by the shock, and the long sword in his hand was slightly deformed under this powerful impact.

Yan Wang at the side naturally knew this was absolutely not the time to watch the show. Seeing this, he did not hesitate in the least, lifted the long sword in his hand, and rushed at Yale's back like a gust of wind. His speed was fast as lightning; in the blink of an eye he had already closed in on Yale.

Yale sensed the movement behind him and immediately turned around; the meteor hammer in his hand whirled like a whirlwind, blocking Yan Wang's strike.

However, Yan Wang's skill was also quite extraordinary. He did not retreat because of Yale's block; instead he took advantage of the momentum to withdraw his long sword, his other hand quickly clenched into a fist, and like a cannonball he smashed hard at Yale's chest.

Yale completely did not anticipate Yan Wang would have such a move; he was caught off guard by this sudden attack. With a dull "bang," Yale's body flew straight out like a kite with its string cut, a full meter away.

Although he suffered such a heavy blow, Yale was after all a veteran expert of a hundred battles; he forcibly endured his body's intense pain and swiftly climbed up from the ground.

His mind held only one thought: to escape this dangerous place as fast as possible. He ran wildly toward Yifeng City, while Yan Wang's figure moved like a ghost, instantly executing lightness skill and rushing forward like a flying bird.

He tightly gripped the long sword in his hand; cold light flickered, as if a bolt of lightning tearing the night sky. Yale completely did not detect the danger behind him; this man was used to arrogance, thinking his lightness skill was number one under heaven, not knowing there are always people beyond people — Yan Wang's lightness skill was even more superb.

In the time it takes to speak, Yan Wang's long sword shot out like a venomous snake leaving its den, stabbing straight at Yale's back. Yale was caught completely off guard, not even having time to let out a miserable scream; that long sword, with the force of thunder, accurately pierced through his heart.

Yale's body shuddered violently; he stared with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief. His body fell forward like a puppet with its strings cut, crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Yan Wang's sword withdrew along the momentum, bringing out a string of blood blossoms. Yale's life was thoroughly ended in this moment; his body lost all vitality, limp on the ground, never to move again.

Seeing this, Yan Wang and Ai Jiao immediately joined the melee without the slightest hesitation. Their movements flowed like clouds and water, their coordination seamless.

Only their swords flew up and down; every strike precisely pierced an enemy's vital point. In two or three moves, the other enemies all fell to the ground, their lives lost to the Yellow Springs.

After the surrounding enemies were completely wiped out, leaving only their own people, Ai Jiao walked quickly to Yale's corpse. She crouched down and carefully searched Yale's clothing; sure enough, she found a token in his bosom.

It was a black wooden plaque, its surface already worn smooth from long use. The character "Lu" was carved on the plaque. Ai Jiao examined it for a while, then beaming with joy held the token and walked quickly toward Yan Wang.

"Wang, for you!" Ai Jiao handed the token to Yan Wang, her eyes flashing with excitement.

Yan Wang took the token, examined it carefully, nodded in satisfaction, and said: "Good." Then he turned to the other soldiers and instructed: "You all first bring back the things Yale seized to camp, tell Tang Qi to check which village was raided today and the casualty situation, and make sure to return all the money to the villagers."

Only a neat, uniform "Yes" was heard, the sound reverberating across the empty field as if still carrying a faint echo. Immediately after, the other soldiers, like a suddenly disturbed swarm of bees, began to frantically tidy up the scattered items on the ground.

And in this chaotic scene, Yan Wang and Ai Jiao appeared exceptionally calm. Their gazes fell on the corpses on the ground; these corpses lay haphazardly, some still incomplete, the smell of blood permeating the air, making one nauseous.

However, Yan Wang and Ai Jiao were not frightened by this horrifying scene; expressionless, they selected among the corpses, finally choosing two that were relatively clean and of similar build. Then, without the slightest hesitation, they acted, stripping the armor off these two corpses.

The armor still bore traces of blood and filth, but Yan Wang and Ai Jiao seemed not to mind. They swiftly put the armor on themselves, movements practiced and agile, as if this was not the first time doing such a thing.

After the two put on the armor, they also found waist tokens on the corpses and held them in hand. Everything prepared, they no longer had the slightest hesitation and resolutely rushed toward Yifeng City.

At this time, the sky had completely darkened; night shrouded the earth, casting a layer of mysterious veil over the whole world. Time was urgent; if they were any later, the city gates would close.

Yan Wang and Ai Jiao each rode a horse; hoofbeats resounded on the silent road, as if a reflection of their inner anxiety. Their speed grew faster and faster; wind whistled past their ears, lifting their hair and clothing corners.

Finally, Yifeng City appeared before their eyes. That tall city wall looked especially majestic in the night; torches at the city gate burned, illuminating the surroundings bright as day.