"Nangong? This is impossible. How could your cultivation be higher than mine!" Peng Fei said with an incredible look on his face.

"But that's the truth." Nangong Yue said, "Stand you are our prisoner."

"Prisoner? You are too naive. You cannot be Ji Wuya's opponent. He is the soul rank." Peng Fei laughed and his figure disappeared instantly. When he appeared again, he had already arrived in front of Huangfu Ziyue. Two sleeve swords hidden in his sleeves popped up and took Huangfu Ziyue's throat.

"Ding!" The dark gold dagger held Peng Fei's dagger, and Huangfu Ziyue easily took the sudden attack from Peng Fei, even seemed a little at ease.

"How is that possible!" This was the second time Peng Fei was surprised. He didn't know Nangong Yue, so he would think that Nangong Yue was the secret weapon of the Nangong family, and maybe even the foreign aid invited by Huangfu Ziyue. Huangfu Ziyue, who was still at the fourth level of physical body a few months ago, and she didn't even use the magical crimson fire, how could she block her attack!

But that's the case. Huangfu Ziyue really blocked the attack. She waved her jade hand lightly, and the huge force transmitted from the golden dagger directly lifted Peng Fei out.

"Brush!" The long sword slashed Peng Fei's cheek, and a drop of blood slid from his face. Nangong Yue's long sword opened a small mouth on his forehead. Nangong Yue said, "If you think about any more colorful things, I'm not polite."

Peng Fei glared at Huangfu Ziyue and said, "How could he become so strong?"

Although only a moment, just as Nangong Yue flew him, he felt that Huangfu Ziyue's powerful pressure reminded him of the Dark Night Ancestor. He had seen the Dark Night Ancestor attack against a powerful monster that broke out in the Dark Night Forest. It felt like a mountain and a sea of ​​pressure, Peng Fei couldn't breathe. Now the pressure emitted by Huangfu Ziyue was exactly the same as that of the Dark Night Ancestor. How could this be possible!

Huangfu Ziyue looked at Peng Fei and asked, "Peng Qing has been loyal and kind for generations, how could he be with that old thief Ji Wuya?"

"With Your Highness, the strong man at the soul level is the foundation of the country. Although Ji Wuya is not worthy of being the lord of the empire, he is the strong man at the soul level. With him, he can at least protect the empire from perishing." Peng Fei knelt on the ground and replied, "I wonder if Your Highness's current cultivation level has reached the soul level."

"It's right that it's the soul level." Huangfu Ziyue said.

"Then please allow your highness to make meritorious service when you are guilty. I am willing to attack the palace for your highness's spear!" Peng Fei asked, pointing to the direction of the city gate and said, "As long as you pass the news that your highness is already a soul rank to my ancestor of the Peng family, the ancestor will definitely lead the people of the Peng family to your nobleman's side!"

"I understand, go and tell the ancestor of the Peng family." Huangfu Ziyue pointed at Peng Zhiyuan and said.

"Do your Highness believe me?" Peng Zhiyuan asked.

"Why don't you believe it?" Huangfu Ziyue asked back.

"I understand." Peng Zhiyuan bowed to Huangfu Ziyue and left quickly.

Even if Peng Zhiyuan did not persuade the Peng family ancestor, it would not have much impact on Huangfu Ziyue's plan. But if the Peng family ancestor really turned to her, it would be too helpful to her, and the chances of defeating Ji Wuya would be much greater. Therefore, he chose to believe Peng Zhiyuan.

After saying that, she bounced a spoil of crimson fire in her hand towards Peng Fei's head and said, "I don't know what can make you commit crimes and meritorious service. You can stay here."

The flames penetrated into Peng Fei's body, helping the spiritual power flow in Peng Fei's body. Now Peng Fei is like an ordinary person with no cultivation.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!