Chapter 242: A Waste, What Trouble Can They Be? 【 Satisfying Story 】
After Ming Zhaoshuang finished breathing, she would then dismember this good-for-nothing who had severed one leg of her Honored Master’s soul body into ten thousand pieces.
Feng Budu was by no means a soft-hearted person.
Matters between her and Feng He did not allow for others to comment.
Even if she had grievances and hatred towards Feng He, it did not hinder Feng He from being the most important person in her life.
Anyone who dared to lay a hand on Feng He, Feng Budu would consider it merciful if she left even a wisp of their soul behind.
Hearing Feng Budu say this, Ming Zhaoshuang had no more hesitation. She directly stepped on Xuan Gui’s face, grinding it hard, grinding and grinding again.
It could be said that the damage was not great, but the insult was extreme.
After all, not to mention that Xuan Gui was currently at the Tribulation Crossing Mid Stage cultivation, but he was also a World Lord. Normally, no matter who he met, he was someone who was sought after.
Normally, when Feng Budu encountered him, although she didn’t show much respect, she at least acknowledged him as a person.
But now Feng Budu was brutally controlling him, making him be repeatedly trampled under the feet of a junior. This was not only rubbing Xuan Gui’s face into the ground, but also rubbing the Demon Realm’s face into the ground.
As for why Chunxi and Xuan Gui were both despicable, she used her hand on Chunxi but a shoe sole on Xuan Gui, Ming Zhaoshuang could only say it was because she was kind!
Xuan Gui was more despicable than Chunxi, he deserved it!
Moreover, her hand was already sore from slapping Chunxi, so naturally, she couldn’t let it continue to hurt.
Her Senior Sister had said to vent her anger for her.
If she didn’t stomp on his face, how could she vent this anger that had been forced upon her?
Don’t talk to her about the great affairs of the Six Realms, she didn’t understand those. She only knew that grudges should be avenged on the spot. Her Senior Sister had her back, so what was she afraid of?
She was afraid of a damn egg!
Ming Zhaoshuang fiercely kicked Xuan Gui’s face, still feeling unresigned. She took out the Fushuang Sword again and chopped down hard at Xuan Gui’s foot!
Xuan Gui’s cultivation was higher than Chunxi’s, and under these circumstances, he could still struggle a few times.
Feng Budu increased the demonic flow in her hands a bit, and Xuan Gui immediately became like a dead fish on a chopping block, unable to move at all. He could only thrash a couple of times before being completely restrained by Feng Budu.
No matter how many times Du Xian failed in ascension, they still carried the word “immortal.”
Moreover, Feng Budu had already reached Du Xian thousands of years ago, and the cultivation power contained within that time naturally far surpassed that of an ordinary Du Xian.
Even if the Du Xian from the Underworld stood before her, he would still be a junior.
Accompanied by Xuan Gui’s pained whimpers, hot blood splashed onto Ming Zhaoshuang’s face.
Xuan Gui’s True Body was a High-Grade Heaven Grade demonic beast, and his cultivation had reached the Tribulation Crossing Mid Stage. He was very thick-skinned and tough. Even with the Fushuang Sword, Ming Zhaoshuang could not completely sever his bones in one go.
Ming Zhaoshuang rubbed the Fushuang Sword a couple of times, finding little effect, but Xuan Gui’s expression became even more pained as a result.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!
No, can you just cut it off directly?
Didn’t he know that to maintain his majesty as the Demon Emperor, he couldn’t cry out in pain?
Why must you treat him like this?
Xuan Gui raised his head, his face grim: “Ming Zhaoshuang, you wait for this seat… hiss… This seat will not let you go.”
Before he could finish speaking, the Du Ming Sword flashed, directly severing his tongue.
Dark red blood flowed from the tip of his tongue.
Xuan Gui: “Uh uh— uh—”
He kept making noises, but now he had lost the right to speak. All that could be seen was his blood-dripping tongue beneath the Du Ming Sword, thrown onto the ground, stained black by the dust.
Feng Budu impatiently awarded him two words: “Noisy.”
Xuan Gui’s eyes gradually widened.
Ming Zhaoshuang had finally managed to grind off one of his legs.
She raised her sword again, one foot on Xuan Gui’s abdomen, and one foot on Xuan Gui’s to chop at Xuan Gui’s second leg, showing no mercy.
“You dare to injure the System’s leg, and I dare to break both of yours!”
Xuan Gui’s second leg was ground off, blood flowing all over the ground.
All that remained was his whimper.
A World Lord, a Demon Emperor, was subjected to such humiliation.
How could he dare to believe this?
Yet Ming Zhaoshuang still didn’t intend to let him go.
The Fushuang Sword was raised again, and she stabbed his chest and abdomen twice: “You dare to stab Mimi with one sword, and I dare to stab you with two.”
She stabbed him twice in the same spot where Mimi was injured.
But after stabbing, she still felt unresigned.
Ming Zhaoshuang raised her foot again and rubbed it against Xuan Gui’s face, stomping hard twice.
She spat on the Demon Emperor’s face.
“Tell me, how did Feng He treat your Demon Realm, how did she treat your Black Bird Imperial Family? Did she ever betray you in any way? You want to kill her? What right do you have to kill her!”
“A good-for-nothing who can’t even defeat her soul body, and you dare to try and execute her!”
Ming Zhaoshuang stabbed Xuan Gui a few more times, almost using up all her remaining spiritual power.
She panted softly: “Ungrateful, unfilial, and unjust, you deserve to die!”
Finally, she plunged a sword into Xuan Gui’s neck.
Blood flowed everywhere, and Xuan Gui’s eyes rolled back.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s hands felt weak. She looked up at Feng Budu, cold sweat beading on her forehead, clearly having used all her strength.
She said: “I killed him. It won’t cause trouble for you, Senior Sister, right?”
Actually, the last blow was still her acting on impulse.
The Demon Emperor was, after all, a World Lord. Feng Budu said she would vent her anger for her and have her back, but this support had escalated to a conflict between two realms. Feng Budu, as a mere Demon Lord, was actually acting very irrationally.
Feng Budu spoke coldly: “A mere good-for-nothing, what trouble could that be?”
Saying this, she raised her hand and directly pulled out the Demon Emperor’s divine soul, as if she were picking up a chick.
For cultivators at Body Integration stage and above, killing someone was not enough; one needed to destroy their divine soul for that person to be considered truly dead. Like Xuan Gui now, his physical body had been destroyed, but if someone with the means were willing to nurture him with Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, he could still be revived, and his cultivation would not be lost at all.
Ming Zhaoshuang was only at the Nascent Soul stage, her cultivation had not yet reached the point where she could kill both the physical body and the divine soul.
This was also why she allowed Ming Zhaoshuang to act first.
Otherwise, after Ming Zhaoshuang had finished tormenting Xuan Gui and venting her anger, Feng Budu’s anger would still not have been vented.
A mere ant, who couldn’t even defeat her, how dare he touch her Honored Master?
Feng Budu was extremely displeased!
Feng Budu’s robes fluttered, and the Du Ming Sword materialized behind her.
Xuan Gui had not expected Feng Budu to be so vindictive. In a moment of desperation, he said to Feng Budu: “Feng Budu, if you completely destroy my divine soul, my Demon Realm will be in an endless war with your Devil Realm!”
He had originally intended to endure for now and let things settle down.
After all, there were only two Du Xian in the Six Realms. The one from the Underworld could not defeat Feng Budu, and besides, he never got involved in anything. Thus, the only one active in people’s sight was Feng Budu.
The Demon Realm currently had twelve Tribulation Crossers, with only four in the late stage.
The two most important among them had a very good relationship with Feng He. If they learned that he had been so humiliated by Feng Budu for trying to kill Feng He, they would likely only think he deserved it.
But if Feng Budu destroyed his divine soul along with his body, it would be a complete break with the Demon Realm.
After all, he was a Demon Emperor.
He could conceal the news of his humiliation, but if he died, it was uncertain whether the news could be kept under wraps.
Feng Budu let out a cold snort.
The Du Ming Sword moved, and Xuan Gui’s leg was severed by her.
“Ah, ah—”
Like Feng He, he did not bleed, but the pain was far more tearing than when Ming Zhaoshuang had cut off his legs before.
To the extent that when Ming Zhaoshuang cut off his legs, he only whimpered and could still endure it, but now that a corner of his soul body was severed by Feng Budu, he cried out in pain.
His soul body was still struggling in Feng Budu’s palm.
The Du Ming Sword moved again.
This time, it was aimed at Xuan Gui’s other leg.
