The cells were connected to each other but separated by iron pillars. There were three to five people locked up in the cells. The chains on these prisoners clanged against each other, like the unwilling roars of vengeful spirits.
If there was one person in the cell who wasn't chained up, it would be a young girl wearing a beautiful dress.
The dress was sky blue and had an extraordinary texture. It was as thin as a cicada's wing. Although it didn't have any fancy decorations, it was exquisite and noble. It could be said to be fresh and natural.
If one had to use flowery words to describe the beauty of the girl in this dress, it could only be described as, "Beautiful as an orchid."
The girl was Mu Xue 'er. The dress she was wearing was the Starry Dress that Chu Bei gave her.
At this moment, the Starry Dress was releasing a sky blue light that formed a barrier around Mu Xue 'er. It was very strange.
"Bai Feng, you've lost. This is the last time I ask you today. Where is that brat Chu Bei? " A man in black walked into a cell with heavy footsteps. He stared coldly at a middle-aged man in a long robe who was chained up.
Perhaps it was because he had suffered too much, but the middle-aged man's body was covered in bloody scars. New and old scars stacked on top of each other. He looked very miserable.
"Old Fifth, come closer. My body is weak and my voice is soft. I'm afraid you can't hear me." The middle-aged man said intermittently.
Hearing this, the man in black was delighted. He quickly walked over to the middle-aged man.
"Bah!"
Just as the man in black was waiting expectantly for the middle-aged man's answer, the latter spat on his face.
"Bai Feng, you're courting death!" Realizing that he had been tricked, the black-clothed man lashed the whip in his hand at Bai Feng's body. With a crisp sound, another deep wound bloomed.
Hahaha — —
Looking at the man in black's spit, Bai Feng raised his head and laughed. He didn't seem to care about the pain coming from his wound.
Ever since he witnessed the magical power of Mu Xue 'er's dress, Bai Feng had let himself go. As long as his precious disciple was fine, he didn't care if he died.
"Fifth Martial Uncle, I beg you. Don't … don't hurt Master anymore …" Looking at the new wound on Bai Feng's body, Mu Xue Er sobbed. Large tears rolled down her face.
"Xue 'er, why don't you tell Fifth Martial Uncle where that brat Chu Bei is?" The black-clothed man tilted his head to look at Mu Xue 'er. "Or, you can take off that dress you're wearing and let Fifth Martial Uncle see what you're made of."
"Uncle-Master, he … he …" Mu Xue 'er's eyes were red as she nervously rubbed her skirt.
"I'm here."
Just as Mu Xue 'er was biting her lips, not knowing how to answer the black clothed man's question, an incomparably calm and very familiar voice rang in her ears.
Hearing this voice, Mu Xue 'er was stunned at first, but after she stopped sobbing, her face lit up with joy. However, that joy didn't last for even a second before it was replaced by worry. Her beautiful eyes were filled with worry and anxiety.
Bang bang!
Just as Mu Xue 'er was looking for Chu Bei's figure, a low muffled collision sound rang out. In the next moment, several sounds came from not far away and fiercely smashed at the feet of the black-clothed man.
"Fifth Elder, Chu Bei, he … he's back!" A disciple spat out blood as he endured the injuries on his body and spoke with difficulty.
"Haha, there's a path to heaven but you don't want to take it. If I had known that you dared to come back on your own, I wouldn't have gone through so much trouble. "Seeing Chu Bei suddenly appear, the black-clothed man was stunned at first, but then he laughed heartily.
"Die!"
However, before the black-clothed man's smile disappeared, Chu Bei's figure moved.
"Hmm?"
Sensing Chu Bei's speed and the surging True Martial Qi, the black-clothed man's breathing stopped, and his expression changed abruptly.
"Impossible! How can your cultivation … "The black-clothed man's pupils rapidly contracted. After realizing that the situation was not right, he immediately used all his strength to support the Spirit Armor.
"A mere four-star Martial King!"
Chu Bei snorted coldly as his right palm slammed down. The violent True Martial Qi in his palm struck the black-clothed man's Spirit Armor.
With a cracking sound, the Spirit Armor shattered.
Fear surged in the black-clothed man's eyes, but before he could react, with a bang, his brain exploded.
From Chu Bei's attack to the black-clothed man's death, the process only happened in a flash. Chu Bei's speed was too fast, and the latter didn't have much time to think.
"This … how could this be, the Fifth Elder is dead!"
"Chu Bei is only a three-star Martial Spirit, how could he kill the four-star Martial King, the Fifth Elder? There's a gap of two realms!"
"How did he do it? The Fifth Elder must have been careless, it must be like this!"
"Don't come over, we are all sect master's people. If you kill us, the sect master will definitely not let you go!"
… …
Seeing the black-clothed man's death, the previous disciples gathered together. Their bodies trembled as they looked at Chu Bei vigilantly and retreated.
"Sect Master? Hehe, Li Xian will accompany you soon. "As soon as his cold voice fell, Chu Bei raised his saber and slashed down. Immediately, there were several more corpses on the ground.
After dealing with the black-clothed man and the others, Chu Bei's figure moved. With a crisp clang, the dungeons were opened one by one, and those who were bound by iron chains were rescued one after another.
"Greetings, Young Sect Master!" Seeing Chu Bei, the crowd ignored their injuries and knelt down one after another, their eyes filled with respect.
"Get up." Chu Bei cast his gaze at Bai Feng, "Senior Brother, are you alright?"
"I won't die from this injury."
Bai Feng wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth. The shock in his eyes as he looked at Chu Bei had yet to fade. Not only him, but the people who were rescued also had expressions of shock on their faces.
They had yet to react to the unbelievable scene that had just happened.
A few months ago, the Young Sect Master was just a 'cripple'. Just now, he had killed a Four Star Martial King with a single slap!
"Young Martial Uncle, you … your strength …" Mu Xue 'er wiped the tears from the corner of her mouth and bit her teeth. Her watery eyes stared straight at Chu Bei.
"Do you still remember what I said to you before I left?" Chu Bei pinched Mu Xue 'er's delicate cheeks, "Unfortunately, I broke my promise and came back late."
Speaking of this, Chu Bei stared at the entrance of the dungeon. His gaze gradually became fierce and a strong killing intent burst out.
Fortunately, the Star Dress protected Mu Xue 'er. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Chu Bei, what is your strength now?" A purple-clothed woman came to Chu Bei with injuries.
"Saint."
Chu Bei glanced at Xia Hanyan. After his calm voice fell, his gaze returned to Bai Feng, "Senior Brother, follow me to kill Li Xian!"
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