Chapter 395 - 392: Crisis at the City Lord’s Mansion

Chapter 395: Chapter 392: Crisis at the City Lord’s Mansion

"Of course," Man Tiaotiao said smugly. "Just know that I’m not the same person I was before. Watch how you talk to me from now on."

Feng Hao gulped in astonishment, sizing up Man Tiaotiao. He clucked his tongue in amazement. "Well, well, you and your dad are really something else. One of you mastered the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and the other mastered Wing Chun. By the way, can you take on ten guys at once now?"

"Taking on ten might be a stretch, but beating you up is definitely no problem," Man Tiaotiao said viciously.

"Tch!" Feng Hao said, slightly disappointed. "You can’t even take on ten guys, and you have the nerve to say you’ve mastered Wing Chun?"

"Damn it, you don’t believe me, do you? If you’ve got the guts, get out of the car and fight me. I guarantee I’ll knock your teeth out."

Hearing this, Feng Hao got fired up too, shouting that he was going to stop the car. "A fight it is, then! You think I’m scared of you?"

Watching from the side, Xiyue Frost didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She quickly stepped in. "Stop arguing, both of you! Rescuing Dean Sun is what’s important!"

"My sister’s right. You’re all grown-ups, and all you think about is fighting," Xi Yueyao chimed in from the passenger seat.

At her words, Feng Hao, Man Tiaotiao, and Xiyue Frost all rolled their eyes and shot Xi Yueyao an annoyed glare.

’Seriously? Anyone could have said that, but Xi Yueyao had no right to.’

"What are you looking at? I’m not that childish," Xi Yueyao huffed, pouting. She stroked Xiaohai’s head and asked, "Isn’t that right, Little Miaomiao?"

"..." A wave of exasperation washed over the group.

In the other flycar flying alongside them, Yun Jiansong and his two companions were much quieter. But when they saw the other flycar suddenly dive for a moment, they quickly sent over a Divine Sense message to ask, "Brother Feng, what’s going on?"

"Oh, it’s nothing. Just joking around with the girls," Feng Hao replied awkwardly.

"That’s good. I thought the flycar was malfunctioning," Yun Jiansong said with a helpless laugh.

"No way. I’m a Mechanic, after all. Other things might break down, but the flycar is the one thing that will absolutely never have a problem," Feng Hao bragged.

As a serious person, Yun Jiansong naturally had no interest in listening to him brag. After a few polite replies, he went back to focusing on piloting the flycar.

Back in Feng Hao’s flycar, Man Tiaotiao was still stewing over what had happened earlier.

"Listen up, you dirtbag! Don’t think I won’t touch you just because you’re Yaoyao’s man. If you piss me off, I’d even beat up Barbarian Three Punches without a second thought," Man Tiaotiao fumed.

Hearing this, Feng Hao couldn’t help but recall the first time he met her. He still remembered her alias: "Three Punches to Kill Dad."

"Alright, alright, you’re amazing, happy now?" Feng Hao said dismissively. "After this conflict is over, I’m planning to learn a few moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from your dad. Then we can have a little spar and see if your Wing Chun is as amazing as you say."

"For real? You’re going to become my dad’s disciple? WAGAGA, does that mean you’ll have to call me Senior Sister from now on?" Man Tiaotiao’s eyes lit up.

Feng Hao shot her a look over his shoulder and said irritably, "In your dreams. Your dad and I will just be having an equal exchange of knowledge. It won’t be a formal master-disciple relationship. If anything, you should be calling me Martial Uncle."

"You, my Martial Uncle? In your next life!" Man Tiaotiao seethed.

As the two were bickering, Xi Yueyao, who was sitting to the side, seemed to spot something. She pointed ahead in surprise and said, "Huh? It looks like there are people fighting over there."

"Hm?" Feng Hao and the other two were taken aback and instinctively looked over.

In the sky not far away, demonic light flared as the phantoms of spears and streams of Sword Qi crisscrossed. Terrifying waves of energy pulsed outward, and even from a great distance, they could feel the battle’s intensity.

Below this battle was a massive mansion, and within it, a chaotic melee was also raging.

"Oh no, it’s the City Lord’s Mansion!" Xiyue Frost exclaimed, her face paling. "Didn’t they say the Root Cutting Sect had already withdrawn from the city? Why are there still Evil Cult Mages attacking?"

Feng Hao pondered for a moment, his expression grave. "It seems the Celestial Eagle Team and the True God Sect aren’t on the same page."

"Why are you still talking nonsense? Hurry up and go support them!" Man Tiaotiao suddenly exclaimed, her face filled with urgency. "My dad’s still in there!"

"Your dad?" Feng Hao was slightly taken aback. Only then did he recall what happened during last night’s ambush. It seemed Barbarian Three Punches had gone to the City Lord’s Mansion to get reinforcements.

Man Tiaotiao fretted and grumbled, "I was wondering why he was gone all night and didn’t come back. So the City Lord’s Mansion was attacked too."

"Tiaotiao, don’t worry. Uncle Man is so strong, he should be fine," Xiyue Frost quickly reassured her.

"Strong my ass! He couldn’t even beat a dirtbag like Feng Hao!" Man Tiaotiao said, her voice cracking as if she was about to cry.

"..." Hearing this, Feng Hao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

’To be honest, if it hadn’t been for Brother San Wang Tongqian and that bunch of old scoundrels showing up back then, I never would have been able to beat Barbarian Three Punches. But Man Tiaotiao actually thought her father couldn’t even beat me. I have to admit, all of that woman’s intelligence went straight to her muscles.’

"Feng Hao, let’s go down and help. The City Lord has been very kind to me, so I can’t just stand by and do nothing," Xiyue Frost said with a sigh, looking at Feng Hao.

"Alright." Feng Hao had no objections. It was on their way, so they might as well help.

Although he had never met the City Lord, if he remembered correctly, Xiyue Frost had gotten his help to secure such a good location for their general store back then. In a way, the City Lord had helped him out too.

So, Feng Hao sent his Divine Sense over to Yun Jiansong. "Everyone, you see the situation at the City Lord’s Mansion, right? Shall we go lend a hand?"

"No problem. I was just about to suggest the same thing," Yun Jiansong replied seriously.

"Alright then. Stick close to me in a minute, and make sure to avoid the battle in the sky. We can’t interfere in a fight of that level," Feng Hao commanded calmly. "Our targets are the fighters below. Kill as many as you can. Show no mercy."

"Don’t worry, Brother Feng. My sword is already thirsting for blood!" Yun Jiansong sneered, his gaze toward the City Lord’s Mansion filled with killing intent.

Ever since returning to Five States City, Yun Jiansong had been bottling up a furious rage. After seeing all the ordinary people who had been brutally killed, that fury had transformed into killing intent—a pure, unadulterated killing intent!

SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

The two flycars dove swiftly from the sky, tracing two graceful arcs before landing quickly inside the City Lord’s Mansion.

At that moment, inside the City Lord’s Mansion, countless guards and experts were struggling to fend off the attack of the Celestial Eagle Team’s army. From last night until now, the number of casualties was already impossible to count.

At the very front lines of the battle, Barbarian Three Punches was already soaked in blood. His shiny, bald head glinted with a terrifying crimson light, and combined with his burly frame, he looked like an enraged black bear.

"Come on, you Celestial Eagle Team trash! Have a taste of your Grandpa Barbarian’s ’The Arrogant Dragon Repents’!"

A dragon’s roar swept through the air, and a large group of Celestial Eagle Team Mages were sent flying, their screams echoing endlessly.

"Not enough for you? Then have a taste of ’The Dragon Soars in the Sky’!"