Chapter 1504: Chapter 1505: Despicable

On the Spirit Boat, Mengli held Ye Mo, her gaze fixed solely on him, ignoring everything else around them. This scene provoked Nanli Feng’s anger; here she was, ignoring a very much alive man and instead focusing on a dead one—a dead one who was nothing more than an ant whose Soul Body was shattered by a Soul Beast of the Black Mist Mountain Range.

"Miss, once dead, one cannot return to life. I suggest you accept this and find a place to cremate him. Crying here won’t help you."

Nanli Feng continued speaking.

"He is not dead, I am waiting for him to wake up."

Li Mengli shook her head, her face softening as she looked at Ye Mo.

"Miss, when a Soul Body shatters, it means death. Don’t you understand? What’s the point of crying over a dead man? Even if you cried for a hundred years, he would not awaken."

Nanli Feng went on, "Besides, a man like him isn’t worthy of such a beautiful woman like you shedding tears. Lift your head, and you’ll see men a hundred times better than him."

Mengli easily saw through Nanli Feng’s intentions and replied coldly, "Sir, please show some respect. If you continue, I will get off this boat now."

"No, no, I was presumptuous."

Upon hearing this, Nanli Feng’s face changed, realizing he was overly eager. Such a woman wasn’t easily won over. He immediately said, "The Black Mist Mountain Range is too dangerous. Even a top faction wouldn’t dare enter openly. There’s a Misty Crimson Lion King, a Divine Venerable Nine Souls Soul Beast, lurking inside. If we encounter this Demon Beast, we could all perish here."

Nanli Feng tried to use the Misty Crimson Lion King to intimidate Mengli, but seeing her unmoved expression, he awkwardly smiled and added, "However, you don’t need to worry; the Misty Crimson Lion King is in the inner region of the Black Mist Mountain Range. We’re almost at the outskirts."

Just as Nanli Feng finished speaking, a loud rumble shook the ground, causing space itself to ripple, making it hard for their Spirit Boat to maintain its balance in flight.

"What’s happening?"

Nanli Feng asked.

"Young Master, Young Master, it’s the Misty Crimson Lion King!"

Suddenly, a trembling voice sounded as a massive paw broke through a tall peak, smashing it into pieces. A gigantic lion, over a hundred feet tall, barreled forward, blocking their Spirit Boat’s path.

This enormous lion had a pair of purple wings, a coat of crimson fur, and exuded a terrifying aura.

"Was it you who killed my son just now?"

The Misty Crimson Lion King spoke in human tongue, its voice filled with raw anger.

"What? That little lion was your son?"

Nanli Feng’s face changed drastically. He had indeed killed a lion earlier, thinking it was ordinary, but he never imagined it was the heir of the Black Mist Mountain Range’s ruler.

"So it was you who killed him, huh?"

The Misty Crimson Lion King roared, and with a rumble, the surrounding space began to break apart.

"No, I didn’t kill him."

Nanli Feng quickly said, "It was my subordinate, no, it was her!"

After speaking, Nanli Feng pointed directly at Li Mengli.

If he blamed his subordinate, he would still bear responsibility.

"Despicable!"

Li Mengli spat out two words.

"How so despicable? I’m just telling the truth. Lord Lion King, see the man she holds? Your son killed him, and then this lady killed your son in revenge. She is at the realm of Divine Venerable Three Souls, more than capable of killing your son."

In a stroke of wit, Nanli Feng quickly fabricated his story.

"Hmm?"

The Misty Crimson Lion King’s eyes flashed with fierce light. With a fierce grab, a terrifying gust pulled Mengli and Ye Mo toward him, capturing them in his grasp.

"Die!"

The Misty Crimson Lion King roared in anger, his massive hand tightening to crush Li Mengli and Ye Mo into pulp.

Mengli clutched Ye Mo tightly, feeling the immense pressure from all directions attempting to meld them into one. The pressure was so great that flesh and bone seemed to twine together.

"Ye Mo, if I can’t be with you in life, to die entwined in flesh is no regret."

Mengli’s delicate frame felt her bones cracking under the intense squeeze—a might so strong that even a Divine Venerable Three Souls would struggle to withstand.

"Die!"

The Misty Crimson Lion King’s words had scarcely fallen when a streak of light pierced into his palm. Sensing something amiss, he increased his strength once more.

Mengli could bear it no longer; resistance was futile.

"Ye Mo, to die with you is a blessing!"

Embracing hopelessness, Li Mengli’s face rested against Ye Mo’s chest, a hint of bliss gracing her smile.

"Girl, I’m not ready to die yet!"

At this moment, a familiar voice echoed in Mengli’s ears. Instantly, the pressure lifted as a comforting energy flooded her being, revitalizing her body.

Bang!

Ye Mo enfolded Mengli tightly, with a sweep of his hand, freeing them from the Misty Crimson Lion King’s grip, breaking out from his massive palm.

This scene left Nanli Feng and his group utterly shocked—a dead man coming back to life and escaping the clutches of the Misty Crimson Lion King? How was this possible?

"Boy, who are you?"

The Misty Crimson Lion King glared at Ye Mo, questioning coldly.

"I went through trouble to save my woman, yet you dared to harm her and nearly killed her. You’ve got quite the nerve. Today, I’m going to slay you, to show the price of hurting my woman."

Ye Mo looked at the Misty Crimson Lion King, his voice brimming with a boundless Killing Aura, transforming into blades that sliced through the Lion King’s fur, strand by strand.

"What did you say?"

The Misty Crimson Lion King reacted as if he’d heard the world’s funniest joke, laughing boisterously, "A mere Divine Venerable Seven Souls like you dreams of killing me? Today, none of you will leave here alive!"

Boom!

After his words, the Misty Crimson Lion King released a massive amount of black mist to engulf himself, hiding his form. Countless fist shadows erupted from the mist, disintegrating the world around them, turning everything into chaos.

The endless kill moves and deceptive punches enveloped Ye Mo entirely.

Nanli Feng watched and sneered; a Divine Venerable Seven Souls dared to act so arrogantly.

"Immortal-Slaying Thunderfire Fist!"

Ye Mo faced the attack, remaining steadfast, and countered with a punch. All his power surged forth, black Immortal Thunder engulfing the heavens in an instant.

The destructive Thunderfire shattered all of the Misty Crimson Lion King’s attacks, Ye Mo’s punch sending him hurtling through the air!

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