Chapter 14: Waste is indeed waste

Before today, the attendants of the Marquis Yinshan's mansion would never have paid any attention to Mofengwu.

But after the recent battle in the arena, these people no longer dared to underestimate the woman before them.

So when the leader made his move, he used tenfold strength.

In an instant, the sword swung down, and the blade came right in front of Mofengwu.

At the same time, the powerful spiritual pressure of a triple Qi cultivation level enveloped the surroundings, rendering Mofengwu unable to move!

Seeing Mofengwu immobilized, the leader couldn't help but feel pleased.

Indeed, a waste is just a waste.

Even if her skills seem decent, so what?

Without spiritual roots, she is destined to be nothing more than an ant!

The leader thought to himself, a smug expression appearing on his face. But just as he was on the brink of victory, a soft voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Are you celebrating a little too early?"

What?

The leader was taken aback, and at that moment, Mofengwu's eyes, hidden behind a mask, flashed like a vortex in the starry sky, followed by a fierce punch to his neck.

At such close range, the punch was both fierce and precise.

In an instant, a chilling sound was heard. The leader's neck twisted like a broken branch, contorting into a terrifying angle.

With a muffled thud, his entire body crashed to the ground, lifeless.

But Mofengwu was not unscathed either.

Due to her lack of spiritual roots, she couldn't resist the powerful spiritual pressure. As a result of forcibly breaking through the opponent's spiritual pressure, her right arm was fractured in multiple places, twisted into an arc!

Yet Mofengwu seemed oblivious to the pain, casually picking up the sword from the ground with her left hand.

Then, with a flick of the sword tip, she pointed it at the remaining attendants of the Marquis Yinshan's mansion, a defiant smile playing on her lips.

"We agreed, today, no one... can escape!"

As soon as the words fell, Mofengwu transformed into a ghostly figure and charged forward.

**

After a quarter of an hour, the battle finally came to an end.

The surroundings were in chaos, with corpses littering the ground.

Only a slender figure stood in the center, covered in blood, yet still standing tall.

Mofengwu held the sword in one hand, surveying the surroundings to ensure there were no survivors before tossing the sword aside. Then, she took out a piece of silver and threw it towards the courtyard gate.

"It's a bit less, but it will do. Consider it a favor owed to you!"

"Hehe, Miss Mofeng, it's my duty to fulfill your request!"

The middle-aged man who had encountered her in the arena earlier didn't know how long he had been watching from the sidelines. He chuckled in response, then bent down to pick up the silver piece and tucked it into his pocket without any disdain.

"However, Miss Mofeng seems to have made a mistake. It's not just one favor owed, but two."

Mofengwu glanced at him, chuckled softly, and said nothing before turning and walking away.

Watching Mofengwu's departing figure, the middle-aged man remained silent, a smile on his face. After a moment, he waved his hand and instructed his servants behind him:

"Go, tidy up this place. Also, prepare to close the market."

"Close the market? Sir, we..."

The servant was taken aback. After all, closing the market meant that the current market would be completely invalidated. They had been operating in this Ten Li Market for several years. Suddenly closing it was...

But before the servant could finish speaking, the middle-aged man turned to look at him and said:

"Do as I say!"

"Uh, yes!"