Paradise Of Demonic Gods - Chapter 162
Chapter 162 Versailles Clan
The moustache man fell into a short moment of daze. In the next moment, he thought of how he was being treated by a blind man like this and fury surged in his drunken state. He stood up with a red face and scolded Fang Xingjian, ’’What are you going on about crazily?’’
The words had just come out from his mouth when, in a blur, Fang Xingjian had already appeared before him and stomped down on his chest, making him fall to the ground.
The moustache man wanted to retaliate and one of his hands reached out to the military saber behind his back. However, with a sweep of his fingers, Fang Xingjian had already sent out streams of sword Qis. He slashed at the twenty-one weak points in the moustache man's body and created bloodied wounds all over, causing him to collapse.
He was only at the first transition and was, at most, comparable to a senior instructor in the academy, far from Fang Xingjian's level. Moreover, after drinking, his lines of thought had slowed down and his were movements unstable. There was no way he would be a match for Fang Xingjian. Before the Unparalleled Sword Intent, he was filled with flaws all over.
Moreover, Fang Xingjian's speed was truly too fast. No one present had managed to react to Fang Xingjian's movements before the moustache man fell, covered in blood.
It was only then that the ponytail guy managed to react. He stood up and was just about to draw his sword when Fang Xingjian activated his Ether Sword Ripples with a twitch of his eyebrows and slashed out through the space.
The ponytail guy had just stood up, but he saw that all of his clothes had already burst open explosively. Even the longsword he had been reaching for had landed in Fang Xingjian's hands.
Fang Xingjian shook his head to the ponytail guy, an obvious sign of warning.
The ponytail guy looked dazedly at Fang Xingjian who still had his foot on the moustache man. He gulped, but could not summon any will to continue to go against Fang Xingjian anymore.
Fang Xingjian exerted some pressure on his foot, causing the moustache man to let out a terrible scream. More fresh blood flowed out from his wounds.
Fang Xingjian spoke out, ’’My Seism Steel, where are they?’’
’’I don't know what you're talking about!’’ The moustache man shouted, ’’You've attacked an official Knight, assaulted a soldier of the Empire! You're done for!’’
’’You think you can be considered a soldier? I don't recall seeing you when I was killing Mumukeya at Krelim Coast.’’ As he said that, he tapped his finger sword a few times. Streams of sword Qis, from the Supreme Mistwind Sword, shot out like they were from a machine gun and tore the moustache man's clothes into shreds, leaving many tiny wounds all over his body.
A hint of terror flashed across the moustache man's face as he had the feeling that each inch of his skin had a blade held against it.
Fang Xingjian said calmly, ’’I'll ask one more time. Where's my Seism Steel? Even if I am to chop off one of your arms now, when I appear before Kilot from the Western Garrison, do you think that they'll blame me?’’
The moustache man immediately broke down and he spoke in a soft voice, ’’The Seism Steel has already been sold by us.’’
’’Versailles. They were sold to the Versailles Clan, the owner of this tavern.’’
Fang Xingjian pat the moustache man's face and said in a low voice, ’’If I find out that you've lied...’’
’’I swear that I didn't!’’ The moustache man said dejectedly, ’’If you don't believe me, you can ask the steward here.’’
Fang Xingjian turned toward that steward and appeared before him with one step.
That steward stood up and turned away, wanting to make his escape. However, he found that he had walked straight into Fang Xingjian.
’’Who did they sell the Seism Steel to?’’
The steward's expression was grim as he looked at Fang Xingjian who had his eyes closed. ’’Sir, this is not something you can meddle in.’’
’’Oh? Not something I can meddle in?’’
Fang Xingjian smiled and sat down. As he bent to sit, a chair was pushed right to him by the currents.
’’How long do you need to call people here? How many can you call?’’
That steward looked at Fang Xingjian coldly and said, ’’Half an hour. Four Knights and one apprentice.’’
Fang Xingjian smiled and said, ’’Then go. I'll wait here for you.’’
The steward looked at Fang Xingjian in surprised and then realized that the latter had truly intended on letting him leave. He headed to the door, turning back three times for each step he took. He only stopped when he got to the door. He turned to Fang Xingjian and said, ’’Young Knight, you've offended powers you should never have.’’
In the time it had taken for him to say this, everyone in the area, including that delivery man, had already made their escape. A clash between Knights was not something they could afford to stay to watch.
The moustache man and ponytail guy looked at this scene and exchanged a glance, helplessness filling their eyes. They wanted to leave, but with Fang Xingjian sitting here, how could they?
Just as the two of them were feeling extremely troubled, Fang Xingjian spoke again, ’’The money from selling the Seism Steel is with you now?’’
The ponytail guy nodded and said, ’’They're with us. There's a total of one thousand, five hundred gold. Each of us took seven hundred and fifty gold.’’ Saying that, he took out a bag of gold coins and dropped it on the floor. Clattering sounds rang out.
That moustache man let out a sigh and with the few streams of sword Qis brushing against him, he had no other choice but took out his share of the gold coins and placed them on the floor.
Half an hour passed by very quickly and many footsteps rang out.
Fang Xingjian's ears twitched. ’’Oh? There really are Knights. Three... no... a total of four Knights? This Versailles Clan really does have some connections.’’
From his sense of hearing, he could tell from the countless footsteps that there were four sets of footsteps which were especially strong and stable, as if they were small moving mountains. The heartbeats belonging to those sets of footsteps were like water pumps, releasing surging echoes.
At the same time, there were also countless other footsteps following behind them.
At the corridors outside the hall, countless martial arts apprentices gradually surrounded the exterior of the hall. Rota who was in the lead, headed towards the entrance to the hall. Next to her was a young man who looked very much like her but was much thinner, weaker and shorter. The young man kept on blabbering and said, ’’Elder sister, you rarely come back. This time around, you must stand up for me. I have only been doing business seriously, but someone has bullied all the way to our Versailles Clan. We can't let him off easily.’’
Rota was wearing a Knight attire, but it still was not able to hide her beautiful curves. Her ponytail swayed behind her and she had a valiant aura unique to a female Knight. Her two brows were hung high up and she was like one of the female heroes mentioned in legends.
The young man then turned towards the other three middle-aged Knights and said, ’’Uncle Davis, Uncle Xeno, Uncle Degas, you guys will need to help me too.’’
The three middle-aged Knights, who belonged to the Versailles Clan, smiled at the young man with affection filling their eyes.
They were the young man's blood-related uncles. The young man was named Dali and he was Rota's younger twin brother. However, unlike how Rota had displayed valiance, intelligence and talent since young, Dali was incompetent in both literature and martial arts. He had never once thought of becoming a Knight either.
However, he had one sole merit, which was that he was very good at getting the elders' affections. Therefore, although he did not become a Knight, the elders had become more protective of him as they felt pity for him. They allowed him to take charge of many of the businesses belonging to the clan and tended to take good care of him too.
Although Dali would also commit some atrocious acts at times, to the aristocrat elders, they were just impulsive acts as he was still young. Which of them had not been through a stage where they were unrestrained when they were younger?
Hearing Dali's words, Rota, however, frowned. Her brows were like sharp unsheathed swords, filled with menace.
’’Dali, do you think that I don't know your usual tricks? It's fine if you just bully those commoners, but this time around, to think that you dared to get yourself involved with the Western Garrison and even offended a Knight? Don't let me find out that you've committed acts which you need to pay with your life. Otherwise, I'll kill you with my spear myself. Even father will not be able to save you then.’’
Hearing this, Dali's head shrunk. All his life, the one he was most afraid of was this elder sister of his who devoted her life to training her martial arts. It could be said that he had been reprimanded by her since young.
The next moment, the group entered the hall. Immediately they saw Fang Xingjian seated comfortably on a chair, as if he was in his own home.