Return Of The Monarch - Chapter 44 Excitemen

Emerging at the location of the otherworldly cultivators, Feng Hui coldly stepped out of the portal. Upon exiting, he discerned the figures of thousands. In front of him, there were two teenagers being held down by some ghastly monsters.

“Vampires?” Feng Hui thought. Recalling the movies he had watched during his childhood, these monsters definitely resembled the definition of a vampire.

Through his exquisite mask, Feng Hui noted the little girl being held down, “It’s that little brat?”

When Bao Jing saw this masked silver-cloaked man, she wanted to scream in admiration, “Master!”

However, Bao Jing held herself back. Since her master was masked, he must want to remain anonymous. With some certainty, she had discerned that this was her savior. Ever since his departure, she had imprinted his mighty tall figure in her mind in hopes of repaying him one day.

In fact, this realization was bizarre. Feng Hui’s entire being had been altered throughout the process of cultivation including his voice. It was a miracle that Bao Jing could somewhat recognize him.

Looking at the little girl, Feng Hui thought, “Late Qi Refining realm, not bad.”

In the Dragon Continent, this comprehension speed was considered talented in terms of cultivators. Feng Hui noticed the four vampires looking at him with some unease. Raising his brow, he slowly stepped toward the velvet-cloaked vampire.

In front of him, the velvet-cloaked vampire was still pressing the little Bao Jing down. Feng Hui watched the velvet-cloaked vampire remaining motionless while staring at him two meters away. With a hidden smile, he stated, “Not scared?”

Regarding the other monsters like orcs, there were none who would not be terrified upon seeing Feng Hui’s unrepressed aura. Seeing this, his pitch-black eyes became somewhat amused before swiftly becoming ice-cold.

“Of course not.” The velvet-cloaked vampire sneered in a snarly voice. With the system’s abilities, he could communicate with this human.

“Why?” Feng Hui’s cold face was concealed by the black-blossom mask.

“You’ll see.” The velvet-cloaked vampire snarled while releasing his choking hold from the little girl. Upon his release, Bao Jing collapsed on the floor coughing out blood. The next second, his large hand opened up to grab the face of this masked human.

Feng Hui calmly allowed this ghastly hand to come close to his face. Soon, the hand was merely an inch away from connecting. At the final moment, he instantaneously caught the right wrist of this vampire with one hand.

Examining this velvet-cloaked vampire, Feng Hui asked once again, “What is the reason for your confidence?”

Not allowing the vampire to respond, Feng Hui maneuvered to lift the vampire’s tall body up by its collar. With one hand, he began choking the life out of this vampire; his other hand straightforwardly pierced through its heart.

“Who is this?” Zhao Jing attempted to see through the masked man’s soul; however, he discovered that some overwhelming unseen force halted him. Gulping a mouthful of nervous saliva, he continued watching from twenty meters away.

When the velvet-cloaked vampire saw this human’s fighting moves, he choked out an evil laugh, “You’ll see.”
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“Hm?” Feng Hui noticed the heart area he had pierced through starting to swiftly clot and regenerate. Upon seeing the vampire’s unbelievable rate of regeneration, his pitch-black eyes shone.

Abruptly, Feng Hui summoned his domain. In the blink of an eye, the dark-red blood which was beginning to clot simultaneously stopped. When the velvet-cloaked vampire perceived his natural body structure changing, his otherworldly face paled.

“Hmph.” Feng Hui’s pair of captivating eyes stared into the vampire’s being.

Now, the velvet-cloaked vampire was terrified. Operating its hypnosis abilities, he attempted to do everything he could to end this mysterious masked man’s life. Struggling to deeply entrance the human, he also tried to alter the memories of this human’s mind.

Seeing this pointless struggle, Feng Hui laughed. It was similar to an ant attempting to scale the tallest mountain in the world: meaningless. In the end, one’s abilities must be capable enough.

Feng Hui’s mood was rotten right now; he wanted to end the ten cultivators spectating him like he was some actor for their enjoyment. In his eyes, everyone related to Tian Changming should die. For these matters regarding his family, he did not care about the logic in killing; he would follow his unbridled emotions.

Sometimes, Feng Hui would lose his self-control in the tide of emotions when his family was affected. This time around, he decided to grant this velvet-cloaked vampire a simple demise. In the end, this vampire was a mere object that the half-step Immortal used to fulfill his grand plans.

Utilizing his Qi, Feng Hui swiftly began disintegrating the vampire’s body from the particle level. When the vampire perceived this, he shrieked in agony.

“No, please stop! I can help and provide information!” Along with its fading voice, the velvet-cloaked vampire swiftly faded into nothingness. Soon, Feng Hui turned his chilling gaze to the other three vampires.

Without hesitation, Feng Hui immediately erased the fleshy bodies of the three monsters. In the course of a few seconds, the four vampires met their end with complete disbelief.

“Amazing, Master” Bao Jing, the pale fourteen-year-old beauty, admired her mysterious master with complete worship; her cute eyes were filled with infinite longing. In the future, she too wanted to reach the high level of her master and walk unhindered throughout the universe.

Near the stronghold, almost every survivor and monster turned to watch this mysterious masked man. In bewilderment, all of them had gaping mouths: some survivors even began kowtowing in reverence to this unknown savior. Finally, Feng Hui adjusted his figure to stare at the ten cultivators looking at him in wonder.

“Zhao Jing.” Noting the white-robed ‘host’ in Fudan High, Feng Hui’s face became sinister. Looking at the bewildered Zhao Jing, his thin lips subconsciously crept into a smile. With his current strength, he could destroy him with ease; it was rather dangerous for him back at school.

This would be satisfying. With enemies concerning his kind mother, Feng Hui would become a malicious devil. For two months, he had hoped to end those related to the kidnapping of his kind mother. At last, the chance had arrived. Throughout his life, his mother had sacrificed everything for him.

“Who are you, sir?’ Seeing this unknown masked man, Zhao Jing felt a bit of fear. Upon arriving on Earth, he did not expect to see such a powerful cultivator. In the beginning, he was the one who had first suggested to Tian Changming to invade the lower worlds for resources.

Scanning the ten cultivators, Feng Hui’s mouth widened with a brilliant smile. Detecting their soul strength, these ten were merely at the Nascent Soul level. In the Dragon Continent, he had wiped out six of the archbishops in the Holy Sect with ease.

“You’re unworthy to know.” Along with his overbearing words, Feng Hui utilized his dense domain to apply pressure on this white-robed man.

In a flash, Zhao Jing felt the weight of a gigantic mountain crashing down on him. With his entire face covered in dripping sweat, he bellowed, “Stop this instant; otherwise, my magnificent master will end your little life!”

With an unsettling smile, Feng Hui walked toward the white-robed man. At the same time, he utilized his mighty domain to cause the other nine cultivators to be unable to move. Regarding his punishment for these ten, he would take his sweet time to enjoy every last drop of flattering blood.

“Immortal?!” Lan Ping managed to scarcely choke out under the overwhelming pressure. Shivering, he thought, “This man must be at least at the same level as our master. In the entire cosmos, I haven’t seen a Transcendent as strong as him, so it has to be”

“How did we attract the attention of an Immortal as strong as him?” Unable to move, Lan Ping silently watched this masked man with anxiety; furthermore, it seemed like the silver-cloaked man was delighted to see them?

Recalling Zhao Jing’s fervent worshipping for the bastard who kidnapped his mother, Feng Hui’s eyes became bloodthirsty with overflowing eagerness evident on his handsome face. Tian Changming should be indignant upon losing such a loyal, dedicated servant.

In comparison to the grief that he had felt upon learning that he had lost his mother, Feng Hui thought that this was only the beginning. Indisputably, he would ensure that this Tian Changming would lose everything dear to him.

Eventually, Feng Hui’s casual steps reached the white-robed man who was unable to move.

Zhao Jing watched the masked man who had a pair of monstrous eyes desiring to swallow him whole. With this incomparable weight crashing down on his body, he struggled to even flinch.

Ensuring that the white-robed man would remain upright, Feng Hui felt his body trembling in excitement. These were the merciless invaders who ruined his world: his family’s home.

Slowly, Feng Hui lifted his trembling palm to grasp the white-robed man’s thick neck. Narrowing his eyes, he raised the white-robed man’s tall body into the air. Parting his thin lips, he moved his handsome face toward the man’s quivering left ear, and he softly whispered, “Guess what, Tian Changming can’t help; he’s far too weak. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

Concerning the enemies who took away his mother, Feng Hui would never let them off. From the time he found out about the loss of his mother, he had wanted to murder this white-robed host in cold blood. To take away those dear to Tian Changming, this would be the first of Feng Hui’s revenge.

Hearing this delighted, devilish voice, Zhao Jing was finally completely terrified. Inching his eyes toward the side, he noticed that his powerful companions were frozen. Finally, he dropped his lofty persona. With a begging look, he pleaded, “What does this Great Sir want? We, the first legion of Immortal Tian Changming, are willing to offer countless treasures.”

In the end, Zhao Jing could not reach for the unique communication treasure lying within his spatial treasure. If he was able to, he would have asked for his noble master to instantaneously kill this evil devil!

“First Legion?” Upon these words, Feng Hui became even more thrilled; he was shuddering in exhilaration to slaughter these ten. With this in mind, he was eager to relish every last second.