Chapter 832: The Peerless Proud Twins

"Powder Butterfly" Yang Yun lunged toward Zhang Jing, his hands constantly shifting, resembling two butterflies.

A cloud of red mist dispersed from his sleeves; a table of guests nearby, having only slightly inhaled this mist, felt their entire bodies go soft and dizzy, as if they had drunk strong liquor.

At the same time, four more figures darted out. These four were agile, each holding a weapon, and they attacked Zhang Jing from different directions. It was clearly a premeditated move, though they did not appear to be accomplices of "Powder Butterfly" Yang Yun. There were also old martial arts veterans like Wang Laoguai who recognized these four as notorious figures of the evil path, each possessing no small amount of skill. With them attacking together, it was feared this Divine Sword envoy would be in trouble.

"Careful." Some young people who had just entered the martial arts world, already captivated by Zhang Jing's beauty and spirit, could not help but cry out in alarm.

Zhang Jing gave a cold snort, her fair hand moving toward the Soft Whip at her waist.

The next moment, the air tore, and a sound like the howling of ghosts and gods erupted in mid-air. A mass of Jinguang coiled in all directions; in a trance, the crowd seemed to see a roaring, coiling golden dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, flying wantonly. Immediately after, several "bang, bang, bang" sounds were heard; Yang Yun and the four who had lunged to kill were struck in the chest by the "Nine Appearances Divine Dragon Ghost Sorrow" and sent flying backward at a speed even faster than they had arrived.

These five people either crashed into the walls or rolled on the ground several times before stopping. All of them had sunken chests, were spitting blood foam, and were breathing more air out than they were taking in.

Everyone could not help but gasp; not only because of the high level of the Xiaoxiannv's martial arts, as she had dispatched several remarkable experts with a wave of her hand, but also because her strikes were ruthless and unforgiving.

Looking at "Xiaoxiannv" Zhang Jing again, she had already sat back down on her stool, and that whip had returned to her waist. With that cold, icy expression of hers, it was as if everything that had just happened had never occurred.

They had thought that no one would dare to be presumptuous in front of the Divine Sword envoy again, but the subsequent development exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Miss Zhang, we meet again. Your martial arts are a level higher than last time; it is truly a joyous and congratulatory occasion." Someone clapped and approached Zhang Jing.

This was a man of heroic appearance. He wore a scarlet robe with a sword hanging at his waist, clapping and smiling with a gentle warmth in his eyes, as if he possessed a heartfelt love for everything. Only, there was a scar on his face that gave him a more ferocious look.

Many martial arts experts present, upon seeing this man's face, immediately changed color and could not help but retreat.

Someone even called out this man's nickname.

"It's him, the Azure Blood Qilin!"

"He actually appeared!"

Indeed, this person was the Azure Blood Qilin, one of the Four Spirits.

The Twelve Zodiacs, as the most brutal, vicious, and notorious evil organization of the past, had already been wiped out, and their leader Wei Wuya had also been killed by Yu Liancheng. But the Dragon of the Twelve Zodiacs, the head of the Four Spirits, had made a comeback during this period, founding an evil force no less significant than the Twelve Zodiacs.

This organization was led by the Four Spirits; besides the Great Master "Dragon," the Four Spirits also included the Qilin, Phoenix, and Tortoise.

The person before them now was "Azure Blood Qilin" He Xueling, one of the Four Spirits.

Zhang Jing said coldly: "He Xueling, you actually dare to appear before me. Half a month ago, you were not an 'Azure Blood Qilin,' but a stray dog."

"True, Miss Zhang has successively received the teachings of two peerless experts, Yu Liancheng and Yan Nantian, and has the aid of the divine weapon 'Nine Appearances Divine Dragon Ghost Sorrow.' He was indeed no match; half a month ago, I was truly chased with no way to heaven and no door to earth."

He Xueling first touched the hideous and terrifying scar on his face, then clapped and said: "Unfortunately, today is not like the past. I alone am no match for you, but today I have several helpers. Although they are not famous, their martial arts will certainly not disappoint Miss Zhang."

Following his clapping, figures walked out from every corner of the restaurant.

"This girl is so young and beautiful, why would she want to go against the Dragon Head? She will die a miserable death." One of them, holding a Folding Fan and dressed like a scholar in white, suddenly sighed.

"Little girl, come to your uncle here. Uncle guarantees you will die looking very good, and you will smell very fragrant too." Another was a burly, middle-aged man with a greasy face who looked like a butcher. He looked Zhang Jing up and down and swallowed his saliva: "Hehe, girl, your figure is well-proportioned and your skin is delicate. And you practice martial arts, so you have more lean meat and less fat. Whether steamed or braised, I imagine the taste would be excellent. You must chew slowly to savor the flavor. Of course, this requires a very good cook, like me."

This man's words made everyone's hair stand on end.

Especially the young people who had just stepped into the world, who were trembling and sweating profusely. If they hadn't known that "Man-Eating" Li Dazui and other villains had been crippled by Yannantian and thrown into the Villain's Valley to die, they would have thought the Ten Great Villains had returned to the world.

Another charming woman giggled: "Cook, this girl has been in the limelight recently. Not only is her whip technique excellent, but her sword technique also seems quite extraordinary. I fear you may not be able to handle this ingredient."

The butcher drew a broken blade, which flashed with cold light: "One person is naturally not enough; everyone should just attack together. Surely you all are not people who care about fairness? Remember to be very careful and not make a mess of this ingredient. If it becomes a pile of meat paste with guts and lungs spilled out, it would inevitably be unappetizing."

"Enough nonsense. Everyone, do not hold back. If there is a mishap, the Dragon Head will not spare you."

These few people approached step by step, vaguely surrounding the Xiaoxiannv.

Although the scholar, the butcher, and the charming woman were not famous, everyone could see they were top-tier experts. One such expert was already a headache, let alone three, plus an "Azure Blood Qilin," which was enough to make one's head split.

As they closed in, a tragic and murderous aura permeated the restaurant. Zhang Jing looked around and raised her eyebrows: "I am indeed no match for you, but if I want to escape, it would not be too difficult."

The Azure Blood Qilin shook his head: "Today, Miss Zhang, you cannot escape even with wings."

The Xiaoxiannv remained without the slightest panic: "Fortunately, I don't need to escape at all."

"Oh?"

"You have three helpers, and I have one too."

Since entering the restaurant, that beautiful, fairy-like face of Zhang Jing had never shown a smile, but at this moment, it suddenly blossomed into one. The corners of her lips curved, like a snow lotus on a high mountain, intoxicating to behold.

Countless people present were dazed by this smile.

"This one of mine is worth ten, a hundred, or a thousand of yours."

And at this moment, a figure appeared behind the Xiaoxiannv, no one knew when.

This figure appeared so naturally, as if they had been standing there from the very beginning.

But before this, no one had noticed this person.

This person wore a green robe and had an ethereal air, as if they were from beyond the world.

Just standing there, they gave people a feeling of tranquility and peace. It was also as if they were the vast blue sky, covering everyone in their shadow, making people tremble with fear.

"Really, just slapping them all to death would suffice; why make such a fuss," the person in the green robe muttered, head bowed.