"You're quite small, but you've got some speed. You're no royal-grade spirit bug — so what exactly are you? Are you some other treasure Chu Feng picked up from who-knows-where?" Immortal Yin Yang addressed Little Red.
"Don't you dare hurt me, or I'll bite you to death!"
"I'm poisonous, you know. One spit from me and you'll be reduced to ash." Little Red said with a fierce expression.
"Hahahaha…" At that, Immortal Yin Yang burst into laughter. At first, he simply found it amusing — that even a tiny insect would dare speak to him like this.
But before long, his laughter took on an angry edge, and by the end, his fury had stirred up a tempest. The very weather shifted in response to his emotions. Suddenly, he leveled the Ancient Crocodile Body-Breaking Blade at Little Red and roared: "A lowly bug dares spout such nonsense to me? Do you really think Immortal Yin Yang is someone you can bully?"
"I don't care. You dare hurt me, and I'll risk everything to bite you to death." Yet Little Red showed no fear of Immortal Yin Yang whatsoever. On the contrary, he was remarkably defiant, as though he had already made peace with death.
"Fine then. I'll just kill you both together." In his blind rage, Immortal Yin Yang was about to strike.
BOOM— But at that very moment, a tremendous crash erupted from the cliff face not far away.
"Hm?" Immortal Yin Yang immediately turned toward the sound and saw that a massive gap had opened in the distant rock wall. Countless fragments of stone tumbled down, and from within that newly formed cave, he could sense a peculiar aura. However, upon closer inspection, he could not make out any figure.
"Immortal Yin Yang — was it you who hurt Chu Feng?" Just then, a voice rang out from below.
He looked down, and his gaze sharpened with surprise.
For beneath Immortal Yin Yang, alongside the unconscious Chu Feng and the furious Little Red, stood a young woman.
She had golden hair cascading over her shoulders and was strikingly beautiful — her eyes, in particular, were exquisite beyond measure. But at this moment, those eyes radiated nothing but searing fury and a thick, palpable killing intent.
"Princess Miaomiao? What are you doing here?" Upon recognizing Xian Miaomiao, Immortal Yin Yang was visibly shocked. He not only knew of her but had met her on several occasions — the two were fairly familiar with each other.
"It was you who hurt Chu Feng, wasn't it?" Xian Miaomiao asked again, the killing intent in her eyes growing even sharper.
"Heh…" Suddenly, Immortal Yin Yang let out a laugh. Seeing the ever-intensifying murderous intent in Xian Miaomiao's eyes, he truly found it amusing.
"So you and this Chu Feng have some sort of arrangement after all. The Ancient Elves want to board Chu Feng's ship and cling to this mighty tree before it's fully grown, is that it?"
"Hahahaha — how utterly entertaining." Immortal Yin Yang sneered with open derision.
"I'm asking you — was it you who hurt Chu Feng?" Xian Miaomiao repeated, her tone cutting like a blade.
"Princess Miaomiao, your cultivation has progressed remarkably fast. Martial Emperor already, have you?"
"What a pity, though. Even as a Martial Emperor with the combat strength to fight four grades above your own, you're still no match for me."
"After all, this old man is a sixth-grade Martial Emperor, and I possess combat strength three grades above my level. So don't put on that lofty air, as though you could kill me whenever you pleased." Immortal Yin Yang said contemptuously.
Swoosh— But in that instant, Xian Miaomiao's hand shot up. A wave of cold energy swept across the space between them, and with a wet squelch, Immortal Yin Yang's arm — the one gripping the Ancient Crocodile Body-Breaking Blade — was severed clean off.
"Aaaargh—"