Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

Chapter 471

Chapter 471

“Since you’re here, do us a little favor.” One of them cracked his knuckles, the sharp popping sound filling the air as he approached Kian. “Call out Nyx for us to meet. If you cooperate, we won’t make things too hard for you.”

“There’s no one else around here. No matter how loud you scream, no one will come to save you,” the other sneered, deliberately releasing a wave of spiritual power that pressed down on Kian.

“Although sect rules forbid infighting, you’re not a disciple of the Celestial, so you’re not protected by the rules.”

Even if they beat Kian badly, at worst they would face some minor punishment. If Nyx wanted revenge for her fiancé, she would have to weigh the consequences of violating the sect’s rules and dare not retaliate.

Kian glanced at the two men on both sides, his gaze cold and devoid of emotion. “Good,” he murmured.

The two men froze, startled, and instinctively checked their cars, wondering if they had misheard. “What did you say?”

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In the next second, a jet–black sword lashed out like a venomous snake, accompanied by a fierce whooshing sound, tearing straight into their faces.

Since Kian wasn’t a disciple of the Celestial, he wasn’t bound by its rules. And without those rules, private grudges could be settled privately.

The tables turned instantly. The two men’s screams and pleas for mercy echoed through the sky, but the area was so remote that no help would come, no matter how loud they cried.

Considering their crime had been attempted but not completed, Kian spared their lives. Their Foundation Building stage cultivation was far too weak. He only used the sword’s scabbard to reduce them to tears.

The spirit of the Demon–Breaking Sword seemed to have its own ideas. Even after Kian stopped, it continued to deliver several more strikes, slapping their mouths as a lesson for their obscene remarks.

The two beaten men couldn’t even stand, gasping for breath. Their bodies were limp, and their eyes filled with despair and terror as they watched Kian fly away on his sword. It felt as though they were trapped in an absurdly horrific nightmare.

They lay there from daybreak to nightfall before someone stumbled upon them. The discoverer was a lowly servant. When he was sweeping leaves in the dark, his broom hit something large.

Adding insult to injury, the two men groaned in pain and felt as though they had been reduced to garbage. Even a servant dared to insult them. They spat in a rage, “You blind fool!”

quivered all over and dropped the broom, which landed squarely on the two men. He didn’t even dare look

his lungs, “There’s blood smell. They cursed at

Several elders led a group of disciples to the

array hadn’t been activated, which theoretically meant no demonic cultivator could invade, but the elders couldn’t afford to be careless in case these demonic

seemed like a radiant moon. Its blinding light poured down from above, illuminating the two crumpled figures lying

Two swollen, bruised men lay sprawled in disgrace, their eyes

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Chapter 471

Hundreds of elders and elite disciples from the Celestial warrowded

a moment, the place was deathly silent. Though it was a fake alarm, no demonic immasson had oh, may yourse thought it would have been preferable. At least

were disciples, the elders feel utterly humiliated. A thonja came to their minds. You unih te Celestial have

the two men, “Which peak are you from? Who is your

conflict. Don’t you know the rules?”

like knives. Trembling with shame, they stammered in voices

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to be present, and all eyes immediately turned to him.

would never have accepted these two troublemakers as disciples. But

watching the spectacle with great amusement, suddenly

was puzzled. Not just her, but the entire crowd

Gonzalez was taken aback, snapping sharply, “How dare you slander

thought, ‘A sweet, cute little rabbit

at Kian, who was standing beside Nyx. They raised their voices

crowd snorted. Their expressions grew

least make it believable. As the Foundation Building stage cultivators, how could you lose

blame. They must

“Shameless.”

faces twisted with indignation as they desperately