My Cold and Elegant CEO Wife

Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

Qingfeng Li stared ahead at Zikun Huo. "How's it any of my damn business who you are?" he asked, his voice cold. "Get out of my way this instant. Otherwise, don't blame me if I talk with my fists."

A cold light flashed across Zikun Huo's eyes. "I'm the Crown Prince of the Fire Wolf Top-Tier Dynasty!" His voice was haughty. "How dare you talk to me like this? I think you have a death wish."

Zikun Huo's voice was arrogant and cocky. He wasn't worried about Qingfeng Li at all, even going as far as pointing his finger at him. It was as though he was looking at an ant.

There was nothing Qingfeng Li hated more than having someone pointing at him like this. It was like a slap straight to the face.

Qingfeng Li abruptly reached out with his right hand and, in an instant, he grabbed Zikun Huo's right hand. Applying pressure to his index finger, Qingfeng Li snapped the Crown Prince's finger with a sickening crack.

AGH!

Zikun Huo let out a shrill scream. The pain in his broke finger was more than he could withstand. He backed away, his face pale as he stared at Qingfeng Li in terror.

He was currently a master of the fifth level of the Spirit Monarch Realm. He was extremely powerful, being renowned across the entire world of self-cultivators.

But just now, he hadn't even seen how Qingfeng Li managed to hit him. Qingfeng Li was way too fast, there was no way he could have dodged.

Behind Zikun Huo, there were two old men. These were both Elders of the Fire Wolf Dynasty. They were powerful individuals themselves but having seen Qingfeng Li injure Zikun Huo in one blow, a stern look appeared in their eyes.

"The two of you!" Zikun Huo roared, "Go! I order you to kill him!"

The two red-robed elders behind Zikun Huo both took a step forward. An immense amount of energy radiated from their bodies; this was the suppressive force of sixth level spirit monarch realm masters.

With their hands, the formed massive vital essence claws, and, tearing through the air, they struck toward Qingfeng Li's heart.

"Since you want to die," Qingfeng Li shouted, "I'll grant your wishes."

Standing completely still, Qingfeng Li waited until the two hands were nearly upon him. Then, he opened his mouth and spat out two beams of golden energy.

Like twin flashes of lightning, the beams of Golden energy pierced the two vital essence claws in an instant. Then, the continued forward and pierced the throats of the two Elders.

Slash!

Slash!

Upon the necks of the two masters of the Spirit monarch realm Sixth Class, there appeared two bloody holes. Their bodies fell to the ground, their eyes wide. Even in the moment of their deaths, they hadn't known what had hit them.

At this moment, all the self-cultivators in the store took a collective step back. There was fear on all their faces.

Just now, they thought that Qingfeng Li was dead for sure. After all, he was facing the Crown Prince of a top-tier dynasty and two masters of the Spirit monarch realm Sixth Class.

Never would they have thought that, in the blink of an eye, the two people beside the Crown Prince of the Fire Wolf Top-Tier Dynasty would die. They hadn't even been able to survive a single blow. How powerful must this man before them be?

Zikun Huo's face was a deathly pale. As royalty, he had naturally seen much of the world. He knew that this man before him must have quite the background, especially because his physical power was definitely more than he could handle.

Zikun Huo turned to run. Unfortunately, Qingfeng Li wasn't about to let him escape.

Reaching out with his right hand, Qingfeng Li created a powerful pulling force. In an instant, Zikun Huo's body was pulled back to him. Then, Qingfeng Li's right hand closed around his neck and lifted him off his feet.

"You can't kill me!" Zikun Huo's face was filled with terror. "I'm the Crown Prince of the Fire Wolf Dynasty! My father, the Monarch, is a master at the peak of the Seventh Level of the Spirit Monarch Realm! If you kill me, he would never let you live!"

By now, Zikun Huo knew that he himself was no match for this man before him. His only option was to bring up his father, the Monarch. He wanted to use his father's name in order to force Qingfeng Li to back down. Unfortunately for him, Qingfeng Li didn't care in the slightest.

A murderous rage roiled in Qingfeng Li's eyes. "I've already given you a chance," he said. "I told you to get lost. You didn't. Since that's what you chose, then I'll take your life right here."

Activating some of his vital essence, Qingfeng Li prepared to snap Zikun Huo's neck. Just then, there suddenly came a series of crashing sounds from outside.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a fire-wolf dragon-robe, marched in with several dozen self-cultivators behind him. This man had a towering stature and dense energy radiated from his whole body.

Especially his face, it was equal parts savage, dominant, proud, and arrogant. He carried a natural air of overpowering authority that forced all the self-cultivators around him to lower their heads.

Behind this middle-aged man, there were several dozens of self-cultivators. These men were powerful in their own right, each one a master of the Spirit monarch realm. In their hands, they held all kinds of Dharma treasures. It was evident at a glance that these were warriors who had seen blood in battle.

Seeing the middle-aged man, Zikun Huo's eyes lit up. "Father!" he cried. "Hurry, save me!"

This middle-aged man was none other than the Monarch of the Fire Wolf Top-Tier Dynasty. His name was Biao Huo. He was a super-master who was ranked among the top sever dozen in the entire world of self-cultivators.

Biao Huo glared at Qingfeng Li. "Let my son go, and I'll spare your life," he said.

Qingfeng Li replied with a smile, "Let him go? No way."

The moment Qingfeng Li's voice fell, a wave of black killing intent radiated from Biao Huo's body. Tension filled the entire room as though a battle was about to erupt at any moment.

Right then, a cocky voice came from outside. "Oh my, it sure is lively here. Here I was, just passing by. Who'd have thought that I'd see people fighting?"

A middle-aged man in a black robe walked in from outside. He was massive in stature as well, not losing to Biao Huo in the slightest. Actually, his appearance was even fiercer than the other's. His face had the air of domination, arrogance, and bravado. His wildly proud presence was even more apparent than that of Biao Huo.

On his back, he also wore a black cloak. His right hand held two black steel balls that twirled in place on their own. Written on the clothes on his chest was a massive word, Devil.

Seeing this black-cloaked man, Biao Huo's expression changed. "Wutian Mo," he said, "what is the meaning of this? I intend on killing this man today. Will you stand in my way?"

All around them, the self-cultivators heard the name "Wutian Mo" and drew a collective breath of shock. Their faces grew pale and their bodies quivered. Evidently, this newcomer made them even more afraid than Biao Huo.

"It's all over. I never thought that I'd meet Wutian Mo. He's the Number One Devil on the Devil Rankings!"

"That's right! They say he kills people like he's cutting weeds. Countless self-cultivators have died by his hand."

"Don't you know? Wherever Wutian Mo goes, he leaves behind a river of blood. If he's here today, then I'm afraid that a lot of people are going to die in the Sky Rat City!"

The self-cultivators in the room muttered among themselves. They stared at Wutian Mo with eyes filled with terror. The Number One Devil on the Devil Rankings was infamous across the entire Crimson Fire Continent. His name shook an entire era.

Qingfeng Li gazed at Wutian Mo, his brows furrowed. He felt that this man was very familiar somehow, kind of like the Ten Great Demon Kings that his father had left behind.