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In the human realm, May had arrived, and the flowers began to bloom in abundance. Yet, even as the blossoms revealed their splendor, it was not yet the season for butterflies to dance. Especially on a night with a cool breeze, when a butterfly appeared out of nowhere, it was hard not to marvel at the sight. Some well-meaning individuals took out their phones to capture the moment, ensuring it would become tomorrow's headline.
Unfortunately, this strange spectacle went largely unnoticed, with only Claudia lingering nearby. However, her view was soon obstructed by the sudden appearance of Zhu Yao.
Jufeng approached the butterfly, while Zhu Yao unexpectedly emerged onto the balcony. It seemed that the atmosphere lacked any adversaries, and the turmoil of the night appeared to have reached a stalemate. But could the Holy Judgment Council truly represent justice against demons so easily?
Clearly not.
The moment Zhu Yao leaped onto the balcony, three figures suddenly materialized in the space around them, surrounding Zhu Yao and Claudia from three directions. All three figures wore identical robes, their heads bowed low and faces concealed in darkness beneath hoods.
Claudia instinctively took a step back, pressing against the glass of the bedroom window, afraid to move. Zhu Yao's expression was unusually grave as she held her Lunar Blade aloft, its cold light cutting through the night sky, locked in a standoff with the three figures before her.
Meanwhile, Lance in the courtyard quickly stepped toward the butterfly but was similarly blocked by three unfamiliar strangers who had appeared out of thin air. Though they wore long robes like those on the balcony, their designs differed slightly. The upper part bore the insignia of the Winged Envoy, while the lower part indicated they were Four-Winged Envoys.
With an extra pair of wings came a significant difference in status.
Lance snorted disdainfully and retorted, "Three Stewards think they can dismiss me? You really are asking for death!"
With that declaration, Lance slowly clenched his fists. His already formidable arms grew even more muscular and hard as his aura surged dramatically. What had been a gentle breeze now roared around him.
Unlike the tense standoff on the balcony, Lance's change in demeanor prompted him to charge at his opponents with ferocity, his movements sharp and terrifying as he cut through the air with a fierce wind.
With a disdainful glare, Lance stomped his right foot heavily on the ground, creating a half-inch deep dent where Jufeng had tended to earlier.
Then he swung his arms like blades, maintaining an impenetrable defense against the trio's assault while ensuring they had no opportunity to harm Vera.
Vera calmly groomed the fur of Blue Cat, her absolute confidence in Lance evident, reflecting her seasoned demeanor amidst chaos.
It was like the emotional pipa beside the thunderous drums of war.
Her gaze was fixed on a butterfly not far away and the man approaching it, her expression inscrutable.
Jufeng walked toward the butterfly, which fluttered in place as if waiting for his arrival, like a rose ready to be picked.
However, roses have thorns, and those thorns are poisonous.
Jufeng slowly drew closer, the butterfly danced around him, its gossamer wings shimmering under the moonlight.
Suddenly, a gust of wind interrupted the splendid dance. The frail butterfly could hardly withstand the strong breeze, swaying chaotically before finally succumbing to exhaustion and beginning to fall.
In that fleeting moment of wind and falling butterfly, it suddenly vanished, only to be replaced by hundreds of butterflies that appeared all at once, like a night-blooming flower bursting forth in dazzling and unexpected beauty.
The swarm danced wildly, their breaths chaotic; still beautiful yet fraught with danger.
Jufeng, who had remained motionless until now, finally made a move. He found himself gripping a Metal Knife in his right hand—once known as the Huan Ke Second-Grade Knife. The Steel Blade glinted as it sliced through the night sky, causing hundreds of butterflies to scatter in all directions.
The butterflies dispersed only to regroup two meters away, transforming into human form. Utada Hikaru's gaze sharpened as she let out a cold snort before vanishing from sight again, reappearing at Jufeng's right side in an instant.
With a short dagger that seemed to have come from nowhere, she aimed its sharp edge directly at Jufeng's throat.
Jufeng's knife rose again with a swift motion; with a sharp sound, he blocked her attack. Yet Utada Hikaru did not retreat; her figure paused mid-air before shifting again, aiming the dagger's point at Jufeng's brow.
Jufeng furrowed his brows, his left foot stamping on the ground as his body slid backward at an astonishing angle, while Utada Hikaru relentlessly pursued him.
The dagger's edge was merely a few centimeters from his brow, and they continued to slide together for over ten meters. Jufeng's gaze sharpened as he leaned forward again, simultaneously kicking his legs alternately to propel Utada Hikaru into the night sky three meters high.
Crouching on the ground, Jufeng suddenly leaped up, chasing after Utada Hikaru's ascending figure with incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, he was upon her, and the glint of his blade seemed to slice through the night air.
Unfortunately, where the blade passed, only butterflies fluttered.
Jufeng descended gracefully from midair, landing lightly without even bending his knees. The tip of his blade pointed toward where the butterflies had gathered again, slowly forming a human shape.
Utada Hikaru smiled wickedly, twirling the dagger in his palm. "Feng Shao, what do you think of my unorthodox Illusion ninjutsu? Does it catch your eye at all?"
Jufeng shrugged dismissively. "Isn't it just child's play? If my daughter were here, she would surely praise your magic tricks. It's a pity that martial arts are meant for combat, while your colorful antics are utterly useless."
Utada Hikaru clicked his tongue. "Feng Shao, although you come from a prestigious background and Yan Huang has a loud reputation, what does that matter? It doesn't mean you can harm me in the slightest. Remember, there are always greater talents out there..."
Before Utada Hikaru could elaborate further, Jufeng suddenly surged forward and closed the distance of seven or eight meters in an instant. His strikes were sharp as light, and he continued to chatter away.
"I let you prattle on and waste time; why learn from anyone else when you insist on imitating a monk? You claim to be able to transform? I'll let you transform and fly; let's see if you can still take off."
Jufeng's blades came at him in rapid succession, impenetrable. Utada Hikaru was caught off guard and retreated repeatedly. After ten steps, he abruptly transformed into fluttering butterflies again; however, this time Jufeng did not allow the butterflies to continue their graceful flight.
His body halted mid-air and spun around; Huan Ke Second-Grade Knife now resembled a giant brush against the night sky, which served as rice paper. As the tip touched the butterflies on that paper, it would create a hazy effect that slightly tinged red.
Jufeng struck down upon ten or more butterflies without exception; each burst open in mid-air. Moments later, he landed while the remaining butterflies coalesced into a human form nearby. This time, however, the figure stood unsteadily and staggered back two steps before finally stabilizing itself.
Utada Hikaru was no longer the gentle gentleman he once was; his expression was as dark as water. He looked down at his left arm, where his sleeve had been torn, revealing a gash that extended to his shoulder, with fresh blood seeping out. His gaze shifted to his abdomen, where the Six-Winged Envoy's wings were broken in half.
Jufeng's blade remained unwavering, the night cool and calm, his voice equally so. "Vice Captain, did you think I couldn't harm you? What about the wound on your arm? I noticed your clothing was rather unsightly, so I made a little adjustment for you. I hope it meets your satisfaction."
Utada Hikaru lifted his head and coldly stared at Jufeng. Silently, he placed his right hand over the wound on his left arm. After a moment, he withdrew it, and miraculously, the bleeding stopped.
"Feng Shao shouldn't be so resolute. You've angered me today; the Holy Judgment Council and the Religious Law Office will not let you off easily. I can guarantee that even if you have connections in Huaguo, it won't save your life."
Utada Hikaru spoke coldly, his expression surprisingly calm now, suggesting he was indeed furious.
Jufeng sneered. "If I don't anger you, do you plan to let me go? Don't try to deceive me with your grandiose reasoning; I will not bow to anyone. No one can dictate to me. If it's war you want, then let's fight. Today, I'll take your life—what of it?"
(To be continued)
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