My Cold and Elegant CEO Wife

Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

Wutian Mo had defeated Biao Huo with one blow. This fact left all the self-cultivators around them slack-jawed in shock. To them, Biao Huo was an extremely powerful individual, renowned across the world of self-cultivators.

They had thought that, even as the Number One Devil, it had to take more than a few dozen blows for Wutian Mo to defeat him.

Biao Huo had sustained heavy injuries. Several of his ribs had been broken and his right hand had been shattered. He rose shakily to his feet, staring at Wutian Mo with eyes filled with terror.

There was only one small realm's difference between him and Wutian Mo. However, their combat powers were exponentially different. As expected, as the Number One Devil of the Crimson Fire Continent, Wutian Mo's combat power was overwhelming.

Biao Huo drew in a deep breath, steadying himself. He knew that he must run. He couldn't fight Wutian Mo because, if he did, he would certainly be killed.

Biao Huo chanted an incantation, which was a dimensional mantra. It created black talisman scriptures in the air, opening a fissure in the dimensional barrier beside him. He stepped his right foot into the fissure, entering the Void in an attempt to escape.

Wutian Mo huffed, a cold light flashing in his eyes. He shot forward like an arrow, appearing beside Biao Huo in an instant. Then, chanting a dimensional talisman mantra of his own, he reached out with his right hand and reached into the Void. Grabbing Biao Huo's body, he dragged him out and threw him to the floor.

There was a loud "Bang!" as Biao Huo's body hit the ground, all his bones shattering in the impact. He sagged down into the dirt, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Biao Huo looked up a Wutian Mo in shocked horror. "Wutian Mo," he said, "why do you know how to use dimensional talisman knowledge?"

Wutian Mo's voice was calm when he replied, "You think that you're the only one who knows how to use dimensional talismans? Today, let me send you to Hell!"

Wutian Mo channeled his vital essence and abruptly threw his right fist forward, forming a fist four thousand meters across. He slammed this fist toward Biao Huo, who was lying on the ground. With a massive boom, Biao Huo's body was smashed into pieces. Even his soul had been blown apart, fading into the air around them.

Biao Huo, a Monarch of a top-tier dynasty, was dead.

All around them, the spectating self-cultivators drew in a collective breath in terror. They all backed away, not daring to look to at the scene any longer.

Biao Huo's death just now shook them to the core. The Monarch hadn't even been able to last through three of Wutian Mo's blows. His power terrified them all.

Behind Biao Huo, there were several dozen other self-cultivators. These were the core members of his top-tier dynasty. Right now, however, they all stood there pale-faced and trembling.

Wutian Mo glanced at these self-cultivators. He swung out his right fist, creating a massive fist four thousand meters across. He swung it down, reducing the several dozen self-cultivators to sprays of blood. They hadn't even had the chance to let out a single scream.

All of these self-cultivators were famous people in the world of self-cultivators, renowned across the entire Crimson Fire Continent. However, before the infamous Number One Devil, they were like ants, easily squashed without fuss.

Other self-cultivators in the room who had witnessed these events backed away, terrified. Some had even fled the scene, not daring to stay any further. They were terrified of upsetting Wutian Mo and becoming his next victim.

The store's attendant, the tall woman in the green dress, stood with her face drained of color. At some point, she had lost control of her bowels and pungent stink filled the air.

She had ridiculed Qingfeng Li before, not knowing that the Number One Devil was his subordinate.

If she had known earlier, she would have been sucking up to him the moment he walked through the door. Now, look what it had come to. Instead of currying favor with the powerful figure, she had busied herself sucking up to Zikun Huo. She would never have thought that Zikun Huo and Biao Huo would both be slain so mercilessly.

Wutian Mo walked back to Qingfeng Li's side. "Young Master," he said, "should I kill this woman?"

Qingfeng Li turned to look at the tall attendant in green. "What do you think I should do to you?" he asked her.

Hearing Qingfeng Li's words, fear filled the woman's eyes. She had seen other self-cultivators turned to a bloody pulp with her own eyes, and she didn't want to die.

She knew that she must beg this man for forgiveness. Otherwise, what awaited her was the same fate. There wouldn't even be a corpse left when they were done.

The world of self-cultivators was cruel; the strong fed on the weak. Those with power could kill those without in cold blood and fear no repercussions. The weak could do nothing but watch.

Thud!

The attendant threw herself down onto her knees before Qingfeng Li, slamming her forehead into the ground incessantly. "Please," she begged, "Don't kill me. Don't kill me. I know I was wrong."

Qingfeng Li smiled. "I can do that," he said. "Bring out your best jade Dharma treasure and give it to my wife."

The woman in green nodded. Scrambling to her feet, she retrieved a pair of jade Dharma wristbands from a hidden compartment in the room. The bands were green throughout, clear and without blemishes. This piece was a level 6 spirit monarch realm Dharma treasure, the crown jewel of the store. Normally, such an item wouldn't be for sale.

But now, in order to save her own life, the attendant in green had no choice but to offer it up.

Qingfeng Li looked at the wristbands. These were two green jade Dharma treasures, carved with the pattern of a pair of phoenixes.

The phoenixes were extremely lifelike, seeming like they could fly out of the jade they were carved into. Aside from them, there were other talisman scriptures carved onto the wristbands. They were capable of defending against attacks from a master of the sixth level of spirit monarch realm. All in all, this was a jade Dharma treasure of rare quality.

Qingfeng Li took the pair of wristbands from her and handed them to Xue Lin. "Baby, look," he said. "Do you like them?

Xue Lin rewarded him with an enchanting smile. "Of course I like them," she said. "Especially these two phoenix carvings on the green jade. I love this."

Seeing the two phoenix carvings, Xue Lin felt a heartfelt sense of familiarity. This was because she had the Ice Phoenix Bloodline in her veins. She naturally had an affinity for phoenix shaped objects.

Qingfeng Li reached out and slipped the pair of green wristbands onto Xue Lin's hands.

Xue Lin's wrists were beautiful; slender, translucent, and glowing. They were the most beautiful wrists in the world and, adorned with the two green jade wristbands, they appeared even more enchanting.

"Let's go."

Qingfeng Li and Wutian Mo led the way out of the store. Around them, self-cultivators automatically moved back to clear the way. They all stared at Qingfeng Li with expressions of fear.

Walking on the broad streets, Qingfeng Li glanced back at the Number One Devil. "Wutian Mo, what have you been doing all these years?" he asked him. "Your power grew quite quickly. You even reached the eighth level of spirit monarch realm."

Wutian Mo's voice was humble as he replied, "Young Master, since I arrived on the Crimson Fire Continent, I've been devoted to practicing my techniques. At one point, I loved a woman. However, she was killed by a top-tier sect. Enraged by this, I killed every member of that top-tier sect. Ever since then, my devilish techniques grew progressively stronger and required me to continue to kill my enemies. Eventually, I became the Number One Devil of the Crimson Fire Continent."