My Silly, Sweet Wife

Chapter 1288 1270: King Qi's Scheme (Part 2)

"Shut your damn mouth!" Xuanyuan Canghai cursed as he saw Yan Fang speaking with such righteous indignation, "The Young Master stands upright and acts straight; he's done nothing chaotic. I think it's you who's harboring sinister intentions! Fine, you want to boast, let's see if your skills match that big mouth of yours!"

With those words, the Black Panther beneath Xuanyuan Canghai roared and leaped into the air.

The Black Panther was a genuine sixth-grade demonic beast, similar to the Three-headed Red Wolf Ye Guichen encountered earlier.

Its roar alone made many people's eardrums ache with pain.

"What a mighty beast!"

Someone couldn't help but express admiration.

In the blink of an eye, the Black Panther charged towards Yan Fang, ready to strike him with a paw during its roar.

Yan Fang didn't even flinch, maintaining a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, "A little beast dares to show off in front of me? Ha, die!"

With that, Yan Fang didn't even bother to draw a weapon, flicking out a talisman paper instead.

The talisman paper instantly transformed into a sharp arrow, piercing directly into the eye of the Black Panther.

"Aow!"

The Black Panther let out a miserable scream and fell to the ground with a thud.

After twitching twice, it died.

Xuanyuan Canghai looked at the Black Panther, his eyes tearing with wrath.

This Black Panther had accompanied him for many years, and now it was killed in an instant.

"How about it, old man, still want to come at me?" Yan Fang, having killed the Black Panther, treated it as if he'd stepped on an insignificant ant, his nose practically pointed to the sky.

The surrounding crowd burst into an uproar.

"So strong!"

"Wasn't that Black Panther a sixth-grade beast? It died just like that?"

"Recently in the Three Harmonies Valley, wasn't there a sixth-grade beast fought over to death? Yet now, a sixth-grade beast in front of me died so easily? It feels so unreal!"

The crowd grew noisy.

Xuanyuan Canghai's face flushed, bordering on madness, as he lunged at Yan Fang.

But was easily kicked away by Yan Fang.

Even though Xuanyuan Canghai was quite skilled, he hadn't even reached Foundation Establishment, posing no threat at all to Yan Fang.

Mu Yang stepped forward to help Xuanyuan Canghai up.

Xuanyuan Canghai pushed Mu Yang away, still wanting to charge forward to avenge the Black Panther, but was stopped by Ye Guichen: "You're not his match, don't waste your effort!"

"Young Master, the Black Panther is dead, I, I..." Xuanyuan Canghai's tears streamed down.

Over the years, without the Black Panther's companionship, Xuanyuan Canghai wouldn't know how to get through the days.

The Black Panther was not just a friend to him, but family.

Ye Guichen sighed.

"I will avenge you!"

Even though he said this, his brow furrowed.

From his observations, even for himself, it wouldn't be easy to defeat or even kill Yan Fang easily.

But the Black Panther must not die in vain.

Ye Guichen stepped forward, standing before Yan Fang: "Make your move!"

Yan Fang laughed heartily: "What's this, letting me go first? Boy, you probably won't even get a chance to strike!"

Ye Guichen shook his head: "I'm afraid you won't get the chance to strike."

"Arrogant words!"

"Such a brazen young one!"

"Does he really think he can kill across ranks?"

"Hahaha, such an oblivious fool!"

The crowd began to curse, feeling that Ye Guichen was showing off too much.

At such a moment, still being so presumptuous.

But Ye Guichen paid no attention to the curses of others.

He was preparing.

To kill Yan Fang, it must be a one-hit kill.

Even if the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique's full strength could be unleashed, it still might not be enough to kill Yan Fang in one blow.

So, he had to prepare.

And before that, Ye Guichen needed to provoke Yan Fang.

With Yan Fang's arrogance, he certainly wouldn't make the first move.

This time gave Ye Guichen the perfect opportunity.

As expected, Yan Fang didn't strike but looked at Ye Guichen with contempt, merely extending a hand: "I'm actually surprised you came, knowing it's a certain death trap. So, since you came today, I'll let you die a quick death, don't worry, it will be painless!"

"Boy, you could have lived peacefully, found a wife, had children, and lived out your life. Why seek such restlessness?"

"Hehe, the struggle of the Seven Kings seems only their business on the surface, but you don't know how much trouble lies beneath."

"You're too young. I heard you have quite the talent? Hehe, but I love to kill talents. What do you say, want to end your life in front of me yourself? That way, you can at least die with dignity."

Ye Guichen shook his head: "It's said out there that the living dead were my doing. Now I want to ask, is Master Yan involved with those living dead?"

Ye Guichen was only speculating.

Unable to figure out the source of the living dead, he wanted to probe a little.

Yan Fang was stunned and then burst into laughter: "Boy, you're smart, but be careful of being too smart for your own good. Since it's rumored that the living dead are associated with you, they are naturally linked to you. What, trying to throw dirt on me?"

Ye Guihua stared at Yan Fang, seeing he didn't appear to be lying, and began to ponder.

Could it be that the living dead have nothing to do with Yan Fang?

Then why challenge me?

Or is there someone behind Yan Fang?

And who is behind him?

Is it King Qin, King Qi, or that mysterious figure?

Ye Guichen's mind fell into chaos.