Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 835

Chapter 835: Is Your Shenlian Clan So Impoverished?
The two factions quickly plunged into the heart of battle, leaving their adversaries in shock. To their disbelief, the cloaked figures confronting them wielded a power that far exceeded their own.

As they caught sight of Shenlian Yinzhu’s finely chiseled jawline and the formidable physiques of his companions, the realization struck them: these individuals appeared strikingly young.

Among them, Xiao Mei and Xiao Nian, who looked petite and delicate, packed a punch comparable to the strongest warriors. The realization that they might not be contending against mere mortals sent waves of frustration coursing through them, almost prompting them to spit blood in despair.

What kind of humans possessed such extraordinary strength at such tender ages? They had never encountered beings like this in the lower realms. Due to their inability to perceive the genuine presence of Xiao Li and the others beneath Xiao Yun’s illusion, they mistakenly identified them as humans.

“You wretched beings from the lowly world! Surely you’re unaware of our identities! To provoke us invites ruin upon your family and clan! With just one of us, we could annihilate your entire lineage!” their tormentors warned darkly, observing the pathetic state in which Xiao Li’s group had brought their foes.

Why did these powerful cultivators hastily assume that Shenlian Yingyue and her companions hailed from the lower realms? It was the robes and cloaks they adorned. Individuals from the Upper Worlds would never don such clothing.

Their robes were crafted from the finest materials, lavishly embroidered with clan symbols to showcase their prestige, status, and wealth. A mere glance was enough to discern the clan heritage of those wearing them.

Take the members of the Shenlian Clan, for instance. While they weren’t the elite disciples and did not entirely carry the clan’s bloodline, they still wore opulent Hanfu.

Their lavender robes held protective enchantments and magical properties, featuring intricate designs of a white snake coiling around a golden mandala lotus—symbolic of their sacred clan. Beneath this emblem, the name ‘Shenlian’ was meticulously carved.

“Your mouths stink, stop barking and fight!” Wang Pei Zhi jeered, provoking his opponents.

Before long, the outcome of the clash was clear.

“Release us, and we will bestow immense riches upon you. Our treasures are limitless. If you harm us, we will ensure that you never return to seek mercy from our seniors and relatives when they come looking for revenge!” they implored with urgency when they recognized their circumstances.

“Oh? What kind of riches could you possibly offer us to ensure your survival?” Shenlian Sheshan asked with interest.

“Speak up! Didn’t you hear my master’s uncle ask you a question?” roared Xiao Li, joined by Lu Long and Huan Huan, who gave a few well-placed kicks to their captives.

“We possess hundreds of purple spirit stones, spiritual pills, weapons, and even purple-tier martial arts and spells. If you grant us our freedom, we will offer you everything we have, ensuring you a care-free life!” they declared with misplaced pride.

To the denizens of the lower-tier planets, these treasures were enticing enough to incite betrayal among kin. They could fathom that the cloaked figures would willingly spare them for such prices.

“Fools! Should we choose to kill you and seize your ‘treasures,’ wouldn’t that be far simpler?” sneered a stunning man cloaked in black, his features partially obscured by a mask. His hair spilled like liquid fire—colors of vibrant red, fierce orange, and gleaming gold melded together in an enthralling display.

Eyes hidden beneath the mask were akin to golden wells, sparkling with hints of wisdom and a touch of enigma, reflecting an ancient spirit. Yet, his quick temper clashed starkly with the allure of his gaze. This was none other than Feng Huang!

“AHHHHH!!!” Their frustration surged, pushing them toward the brink of madness from the humiliation they faced.

“Is your Shenlian Clan so impoverished? Can anything so pitiful be deemed celestial treasures? Are they raising a group of beggars?” Shenlian Yinzhu interjected mockingly.

The people from the Shenlian clan nearly choked at his words.

Shenlian Yingyue’s lips curled into a faint smile. Despite her brother’s condescension over her and their uncle’s clan, she felt an unexpected satisfactory.

Shenlian Sheshan’s eyelids flinched with amusement, while Wang Pei Zhi offered a thumbs-up in approval.

“Are you really from the Shenlian Clan, or did you crawl out from a trash heap?” Wang Pei Zhi feigned deep consideration, rubbing his chin theatrically.

Twenty people: “…..”

“Seriously, what kind of garbage are you tossing our way? Only fools like you would call these scraps treasures!” Zhizhi’s eyes shimmered like a predator’s, fierce and golden, skating over the crowd as his essence floated like an eagle surveying its prey.

His striking dark skin emerged from the edges of his cloak, radiating an ethereal allure that captivated numerous onlookers among the twenty, who found themselves mesmerized by his presence.

“What? Isn’t his dark skin stunning?” Xiao Li laughed, thoroughly enjoying their flabbergasted expressions.

“Absolutely beautiful!” they exclaimed, nodding eagerly.

Shenlian Yingyue’s foul mood began to fade slightly as they admired her partner’s complexion. She resolved to amplify their punishments just a touch for their clever remarks.

“Humph!” With a swift kick, Zhizhi sent a few of them sprawling. His temperament allowed no softness; everyone save for his master was fair game, regardless of gender or race.

“Master, my hands are sore,” he pouted, leaning against Shenlian Yingyue as he playfully wrapped his arms around her waist, presenting a stark contrast to his earlier ferocity. His chiseled muscles pressed against her softness, unconcerned about the icy daggers of glares directed her way from her companions.

Shenlian Yingyue: “…”

If it were any other man besides her husbands, she would’ve dispatched him without hesitation. Yet, this man had once been her cherished little angel, now transformed into a formidable man.

A wave of disbelief washed over everyone; witnessing such a brawny man adopt a coy demeanor towards a delicate woman—after violently dispatching numerous foes—seemed absurd.

Huan Huan and Hong Zuan regarded Zhizhi’s pretentiousness with unabashed disdain.

“Let’s get to the matter at hand. If you can’t pull out something of worth, don’t say we didn’t warn you about your lives.” Xiao Yun idly played with his paws, choosing not to acknowledge them.

“Cough it up or prepare to suffer!” Xie Xie and Xiao Lan rarely spoke, but when they did, their chilling words pierced like ice through the air.

“Our masters and elders have linked their divine senses to us. Harm us, and they’ll be here in no time!” One of them declared boldly as realization dawned.

The expressions of Shenlian Yingyue and her crew turned inscrutable. It was true—the offspring of powerful clans possessed layers of protection, making them formidable opponents.

She recalled a past incident where she had defeated assassins from the Night Bloom Pavilion, an organization led by Sikong Yanya in Liming Forest of the Outer Domain at the Spiritual Continent. (Ch. 159)

In that encounter, just as she was about to deliver a lethal blow, Sikong Yanya’s presence surfaced through her divine sense.

“We might not be able to kill you, but how about we dismember you? We could sever your hands, rip off your limbs, drain your blood, and shatter your legs. If the mood strikes us wrong, perhaps we’ll even scoop out your eyes and tear out your tongue.” Shenlian Sheshan chuckled, a smile painting his face.