strictlysupreme Chapter 172 Reunion with Vera Wang
Chapter 172 Reunion with Vera Wang
The atmosphere above the Wang family mansion was tense, as if the air itself was about to ignite.
Han Yi remained calm, his eyes revealing an unyielding sharpness as he stared directly at Xu Feiyu opposite him. His voice was calm yet carried an immense sense of intimidation: "Didn't you want revenge? You can make your move now!"
These words, spoken casually, were like a bombshell, sending shockwaves through the hearts of everyone present.
"court death!"
Xu Feiyu's expression changed drastically, his eyes widened in anger, and the fire in his heart was ignited instantly. He never expected that Han Yi would dare to provoke him like this.
He suddenly drew his long sword from his waist, shouted, and was about to charge forward.
But just as he moved, a cold glint flashed like lightning, and a spear pierced straight towards his back with lightning speed, piercing through his chest with a "thud".
"Wow... such a fast gun! You..."
Xu Feiyu's eyes widened, his face showing fear and resentment.
He wanted to turn around to see who had done it, but before he could make a move, a surge of powerful spiritual energy suddenly erupted from the gun, engulfing him like a raging tide.
The next second, his body was torn to shreds by this powerful force, like a piece of shredded paper.
The dignified Third Elder of the Flying Cloud Sect lost his life in such a muddled way, without even having time to escape with his Nascent Soul, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating into the air.
Upon seeing this, the members of the Flying Cloud Sect gasped in shock, their expressions freezing instantly, and a nameless fear welled up in their eyes.
They never imagined that the Third Elder, who had been so aggressive just moments before, would die in the blink of an eye.
After killing Xu Feiyu, Lu Xuefeng did not pause at all. His aura suddenly changed, and he was like a hungry beast pouncing on the other elders of Feiyun Sect.
But at that moment, Thirteen Fiends appeared like ghosts, taking the lead and surrounding the Flying Cloud Sect experts.
In an instant, shouts of battle and the sounds of clashing spiritual energies mingled together...
However, the battle was over in a very short time, lasting only ten breaths.
From Han Yi's appearance to the deaths of Xu Feiyu and several Nascent Soul experts from the Flying Cloud Sect, everything happened too suddenly, leaving the core disciples of the Wang family in the audience breathless.
Wang Tianxiao stood aside, watching this scene with utter shock.
He had lived for hundreds of years and had seen all kinds of storms, but such an overwhelming and one-sided crushing of strength still made him gasp in shock.
He couldn't help but look at Han Yi.
"This kid doesn't even look as old as my granddaughter, yet he has so many Nascent Soul experts accompanying him?"
He pondered to himself, a hint of apprehension creeping into his gaze as he looked at Han Yi.
At this moment, Thirteen Xiao and Lu Xuefeng had finished their battle and respectfully returned to Han Yi's side, standing with their heads bowed.
Han Yi remained calm, as if everything that had just happened was a trivial matter, and he showed no surprise at the deaths of the elders of the Flying Cloud Sect.
After straightening his clothes, he first bowed to Wang Tianxiao, who was not far away, displaying great poise in his demeanor.
Inside the Wang family mansion, Wang Weiwei, who had been feeling uneasy and full of worries, now only had eyes for him.
Han Yi stood tall and straight in mid-air, like a majestic mountain peak, exuding a reassuring aura.
He waved to her, indicating that she was safe.
Wang Weiwei was overjoyed, tears welling up in her eyes. Without saying a word, she flew directly to Han Yi.
"Young Master Yi!" Her voice trembled slightly, filled with excitement and joy.
"Miss Wang!" Han Yi responded with a smile, his eyes full of tenderness.
"Your injury..." Wang Weiwei asked with concern, her eyes full of worry.
"You're all fully recovered, look!"
As Han Yi spoke, he casually patted his chest, a confident smile on his face.
"That's true. With Miss Su taking such good care of you, it would be hard for you not to fully recover."
As Wang Weiwei spoke, a hint of melancholy flashed in her eyes.
She was a woman, so she naturally understood what women thought. What woman wouldn't fall for a man like Han Yi, who had both good looks and talent?
The thought of Su Yao by Han Yi's side filled her with mixed emotions.
However, Wang Weiwei was naturally pleased that Han Yi had come to the Wang family to help her out of this predicament.
"Why didn't you tell them where I was?" Han Yi asked her softly.
"I'm worried that your injuries haven't fully healed, and I'm afraid they might hurt you." Wang Weiwei's voice was soft, tinged with a hint of shyness.
"Silly girl, how could these few scoundrels hurt me?" Han Yi looked at her, his eyes filled with affection, and said gently.
Wang Weiwei's heart stirred; she really wanted to rush up and hug Han Yi, to tell him how much she had missed him these past few days.
However, with so many people around, she was too embarrassed to do so.
The two looked at each other and smiled, a thousand words contained in that smile. Neither spoke, yet it seemed as if everything had already been said.
However, at that moment, two beautiful figures, one in green and one in white, appeared beside Han Yi.
Seeing this scene, Wang Weiwei felt a sudden pang of sadness for no apparent reason.
"It's been so long since I've seen him, and I never expected him to have another stunning beauty by his side!" she thought to herself, but she forced herself to remain calm and didn't show it.
With the appearance of the two women, the atmosphere in the room became somewhat subtle, as if an invisible pressure was spreading.
Fortunately, Wang Tianxiao arrived in time to break the awkward situation: "Weiwei, why don't you quickly invite Young Master Yi into the mansion?"