My Wife is A Sword God

Chapter 643: The Mighty Silver-Haired Man

Chapter 643: The Mighty Silver-Haired Man

Qin Feng and others who were still talking in the hall couldn’t help but look outside when they heard the commotion.

Bai Yan frowned and asked, “Could it be that he made a mistake in his attack and seriously injured the challenger?” 

Not long after, a Sword Dao Alliance disciple hurried over and said anxiously: “Report to Master, someone broke into the ring and seriously injured the defender. Please come and see.”

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked and ran towards the outside of the hall.

The onlookers around were all filled with horror. Qin Feng looked towards the arena and saw a middle-aged man with a scar on his face, coldly sneering, his face showing contempt.

On the other side, the defender of the arena had a collapsed chest and was coughing up blood, clearly hanging on by a thread.

Without hesitation, Qin Feng leapt up and arrived at the side of the injured disciple.

His eyes gleamed with golden light as he saw through the condition of the injured student’s body.

“The sternum is shattered, and the internal organs are damaged, but luckily the heart wasn’t pierced by the sternum, otherwise he would undoubtedly be dead.”

After quickly determining the situation, Qin Feng’s fingertips gathered together to form White Inch and he immediately began to treat the seriously injured disciple. 

However, the scarred man coldly said, “The match isn’t over yet. Who allowed this trash to break the rules?”

As he spoke, Vigor Qi gathered and threw a punch, roaring like a ferocious tiger.

Such a fierce attack was aimed directly at Qin Feng’s back, clearly intending to take his life!

However, Qin Feng paid no attention to this, instead concentrating on saving the severely injured disciple as he raced against time.

When the fist force was halfway through, a sword qi surged like a tidal wave, effortlessly shattering it.

Bai Wushuang stood behind Qin Feng, her expression not as casual as usual, but as cold as frost.

Seeing this, the scarred man shrugged and said, “So this is how the Sword Dao Alliance earned its reputation? When one person isn’t enough, you send two, three? Then I admit defeat.”

Below the stage, Bai Yan frowned and said coldly, “You, at the fourth stage of Divine Martial Arts, dare to challenge a fifth stage disciple?”

The man seemed unconcerned and instead chuckled coldly, “When you set up the stage, did you not say something about not using your strength to bully the weak?”

His words caused an uproar among the crowd.

Could this scar-faced man have a screw loose in his head? How dare he speak so arrogantly in front of the Sword Emperor?

If it was allowed to bully the weak with strength, how many people in the world could compete with Bai Yan, who had already reached the second stage?

Bai Yan narrowed his eyes, unsure of the other party’s intentions.

Meanwhile, in a nearby teahouse pavilion, the Third Prince couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh upon seeing this scene.

Of course, the scar-faced man was someone he had found, a bandit from the southern region who was used to bloodshed.

As long as Sword Emperor Bai Yan was in charge, defeating the Sword Dao Alliance was undoubtedly a pipe dream.

That’s why he settled for the next best thing and just wanted to make the other person sick.

However, he hadn’t expected the person he found to be so bold as to not only severely injure a disciple of the Sword Dao Alliance, but also speak such disrespectful words.

One of the guards nearby said in a deep voice, “Your Highness, I can’t help but feel that there’s something wrong with this person.”

“He’s just a rogue who has lived and died in battles. He’s probably bloodthirsty by nature. Even if there’s something wrong with him, what does it matter to me if he lives or dies?”

Hearing this, the guard wisely closed his mouth and said nothing more.

On the stage, Bai Wushuang asked coldly, “Father, what do you think?”

Bai Yan looked at the severely injured disciple being treated by Qin Feng and replied indifferently, “Give him some room to breathe.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a red light flashed in the scarred man’s eyes. He had no intention of retreating. Instead, he burst out laughing and took the initiative to attack!

Watching this scene, everyone was shocked beyond belief.

Even the Third Prince furrowed his brow. Bai Wushuang’s reputation as a third-tier sword god was well known, on par with Liu Jianli.

This middle-aged Scar’s behavior is no different from seeking death. Could it be that he has something to rely on? 

However, the unexpected situation did not occur.

With her disciple badly injured and the opponent still acting so arrogantly, Bai Wushuang naturally wouldn’t show any mercy.

The sword was cast out of her bones, and the bone sword in her hand took shape. The sword qi surged and with a single stroke, the middle-aged man was sent flying.

A sword mark stretched from his neck down to his waist, blood flowing, and the middle-aged man lay on the ground, unable to resist.

“Is that all?” Bai Yan muttered to himself, sensing the scarred man’s aura with his perception and finding nothing unusual.

Bai Wushuang didn’t pay much attention to the man. She had already held back with her previous strike; otherwise, the man would undoubtedly be dead.

As she approached Qin Feng, she asked, “How is he?”

Qin Feng exhaled lightly and put down his white inch: “The bleeding has stopped, so there’s no immediate danger to his life. But he’ll need to rest for the next few days. I’ll prepare some medicine later, and he should take it in time.”

Meanwhile, outside the crowd, a silver-haired man dressed in yellow lifted the corners of his mouth and extended his index and middle fingers into the void.

The scarred man, who should have lost his ability to move, had a flash of red in his eyes. Then his tongue curled, swallowing the pill in his mouth, and the wound on his chest stopped bleeding instantly as his aura skyrocketed!

This is the aura only a Profound Qi Realm Warrior can achieve!

The scarred man suddenly rose up, his body was faster than thunder, and his right hand was like a tiger’s claw, and he suddenly thrust towards Qin Feng. 

The arena couldn’t withstand his immense power and shattered in an instant.

This sudden turn of events stunned the onlookers.

However, Qin Feng and the others had tempered themselves countless times in life and death situations, so how could they not react?

Bai Wushuang’s bone sword re-formed in her hand, and Qin Feng also mobilised the Righteous Qi in his body, intending to use the Heavenly Mirror Technique.

But at this critical moment, their bodies suddenly froze, as if they were chained together, unable to move.

Sensing something, Bai Yan suddenly turned around, his gaze piercing through the crowd and landing on the silver-haired man in yellow clothing, who narrowed his eyes and made a silent gesture.

In an instant, a fierce wind rose, sharp as blades, and blew towards Bai Yan!

He had no choice but to act!

Seeing the scar-faced man’s imminent attack, Qin Feng’s eyes widened and his heart screamed incessantly, “Move, move!”

Primordial Immortal Qi entered his eyes, and Primordial Qi was mobilised.

Intense pain surged over his shoulders, and Qin Feng finally entered the mysterious state of Divine Power.

Time seemed to stop flowing, and only then did he see clearly. The reason why he and Bai Wushuang had temporarily lost control of their bodies was because an invisible air current had bound them like shackles!

In an instant, the sound of a phoenix’s cry echoed as a massive fire phoenix took shape. With a flap of its wings, searing waves of heat burst forth, engulfing the invisible air currents in a torrent of flames.

This is the Immortal Technique Phoenix Fairy Fire!

The fire phoenix screeched sharply as it leapt towards the scar-faced man.

He had used elixirs to forcefully raise his cultivation level, but his actual strength was mediocre at best. Combined with the fact that he had been severely injured earlier, he was already at his weakest.

With a single blow, he was knocked back and fell to the ground in a charred heap.

Bai Wushuang broke free of her bonds and looked worriedly at the wound on Qin Feng’s shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Qin Feng shook his head, then glanced at the silver-haired man outside the crowd. “Hurry and help Senior Bai Yan.”

The silver-haired man dodged Bai Yan’s sword qi, then with a gesture of his right hand, a gust of wind swept the blood from Qin Feng’s hand.

Grasping the blood in his palm, the silver-haired man felt a sensation in his heart and looked in the direction of the Grand Literature Academy with a sudden smile. “A mere insignificant figure like me isn’t worthy of your concern, Elder.”

As his words fell, Clear Qi enveloped him.

But in the blink of an eye, the mysterious silver-haired man vanished into thin air.

“Immortal Technique – Shrink to an inch,” Qin Feng said solemnly.