"Miss Yutong, isn't this a bit too fast?" Long Chen was also stunned. Why was this woman so strange, so enthusiastic that he couldn't get used to it?
"Look,"
Yutong released Long Chen's large hand and extended the back of her snow-white hand. When Long Chen looked closely at the back of her hand, he was momentarily stunned.
"What is this thing?" Runes? Butterfly-shaped runes? Mo Nian also took a look and noticed that a colorful pattern had appeared on the back of the woman's hand.
The pattern was only the size of a soybean, shaped like a butterfly, but there was no trace of movement in it.
"The Mark of the Butterfly Spirit Clan?" What is your relationship with the Butterfly Spirit Clan? "Long Chen suddenly understood. No wonder this woman had suddenly become so enthusiastic—she had already felt the blessing from the Butterfly Spirit Clan in Long Chen's hands.
"We are members of the Feather Spirit Clan, guardians of the Butterfly Spirit Clan. We didn't expect you to be so big—so powerful." Yutong looked at Long Chen, her pretty face full of excitement, while Mo Nian's mouth dropped open after hearing this.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's so big? Please explain clearly, miss." Long Chen was sweating profusely; that sounded too strange.
"It's your mark of blessing, look!"
Yutong held Long Chen's hand, and the backs of their hands leaned together. A colorful butterfly slowly appeared on the back of Long Chen's hand, its mark almost covering the entire back of his hand.
"Yes, big, really big." Mo Nian nodded and said.
"Get lost." Long Chen said somewhat frustrated. This guy's expression was way too lewd; he must be thinking about some filthy thoughts.
"Your blessing divine pattern is actually larger than our clan leader's divine pattern. That's truly amazing." Yutong said with admiration.
"Is there any particular meaning behind this divine pattern?" Mo Nian couldn't help but ask.
"Of course there are rules. Those blessed by the Butterfly Spirit clan are kind-hearted beings with light, and the larger the divine map, the stronger it proves the power of light and kindness." Yutong said.
"Does he have light and kindness in his heart?" Mo Nian pointed at Long Chen, his face full of disbelief.
"No pointing fingers at people. That's very rude, and you must not question anyone who possesses the Butterfly Spirit Mark. Otherwise, we won't talk to you." Seeing Mo Nian's poor attitude, Yutong said somewhat displeased.
"Alright, alright, I admit I was wrong. I can question him, but I shouldn't question the Butterfly Spirit Clan." Mo Nian raised both hands in surrender, but no matter how she listened, her words sounded a bit off.
Seeing Mo Nian apologize, Yu Tong's stern face instantly broke into a smile. She generously reached out and took Mo Nian's hand, saying, "
That's wonderful. Once we enter the city, don't leave anymore. Come visit our Yuling Clan, okay?" Our princess is right here in the city; she will surely be very happy. Mo
Nian was grabbed by Yutong's hand, his whole body stiffened, as if struck by lightning. Although Mo Nian looked lecherous and had a sharp tongue, the only person he seemed to have physical intimacy with was his fiancée, Liu Zongying.
This reserved, flirtatious guy became dull when Yutong grabbed his hand, and you could even see the hair on the back of his neck standing on end.
"Hehe, great! If you don't say anything, we'll just pretend you agree." Yufei beside her also clapped excitedly.
Long Chen and Mo Nian exchanged glances, both feeling helpless. Mo Nian had her own plans, but with such enthusiasm, how could they refuse?
"What's going on? Is this going into heat? If men aren't enough, we have many brothers and can help you relieve the itch. "At that moment, lecherous laughter came from behind the group.
Long Chen and Mo Nian were furious. They turned to look, only to see a group of beast-skinned, burly figures like wild men, glaring at them with provocative expressions.
"Brother, judging by your builds, it doesn't seem much help. How about we brothers help you out?" The leader ignored their angry glares, his eyes shamelessly sweeping over the two sisters, Yutong and Yufei.
"Whew."
Long Chen's eyes turned cold, murderous intent spreading as he slowly raised his large hand. At that moment, Yu Tong and Yu Fei cried out in alarm:
"Long Chen, you absolutely must not! We can't fight here."
"When I want to kill, there's no place where I can't fight." Long Chen shook his head.
"Forget it, I'll do it myself!"
"Whoosh."
Suddenly, Mo Nian flashed forward, his figure flickering like a ghost, creating countless illusions.
"Pa pa..."
Amid the continuous crisp sounds, the dozen or so burly men dressed in animal hides each took a slap. When Long Chen saw Mo Nian's move, he was stunned.
"How is it?" Did I learn this move pretty well? By the time Yu Tong and Yu Fei realized what was happening, Mo Nian had already returned to her original spot, looking at Long Chen with a smug expression.
"Ah...
At that moment, the dozen or so burly men finally let out pig-like screams. Mo Nian's attacks were strange and swift; they had no defense at all, because they all knew that fighting was forbidden here.
But they hadn't expected Mo Nian to actually make a move. Even if they were on guard, they might not have escaped Mo Nian's series of slaps.
Mo Nian's move imitated Long Chen's slap technique. Although his technique was a bit lacking, his strange movement techniques made up for it, and he could hit the mark every time.
The most terrifying part was that Mo Nian only lightly slapped them, each slap landing on their mouths, leaving a black handprint.
As soon as the handprint was placed, their mouths began to rot rapidly, with black water continuously flowing out—a terrifying sight.
"Bastards, you're courting death."
The leader roared angrily, pulling out a long staff from who knows where, and surged with blood energy, ready to attack Mo Nian.
"The area in front of Demon-Subduing City is a restricted martial arts zone. Who dares to make a move?" At that moment, a cold shout rang out, and eight guards clad in silver armor appeared before everyone.
"Wow, even the guards are Human Sovereign-level experts, and super powerful Human Sovereigns at that." Long Chen looked at these powerful figures and couldn't help but be slightly surprised. The Human Venerable was actually guarding the main gate—the foundation of Demon Suppression City was quite intimidating.
"He was the one who started it."
The beast-skin warrior pointed at Mo Nian and roared fiercely. His lips were almost completely rotted, his teeth dark and sinister, his words leaking, and his indignant expression made people both shocked and amused.
"I was the one who struck first, that's right. I'm willing to use this thing to reduce my guilt." Mo Nian said fearlessly, then took out a jade token inlaid with a demon's head cast in gold.
When the city's defenders saw this plaque, they couldn't help but exclaim:
"Golden Demon-Subduing Plaque!"