Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

Chapter 1357 One Sword Cuts the Throat

"I didn't expect this formation to be a trap..."

Qinglin stared at the dark barrier that had already taken shape around him, his face ashen. He could feel the energy flowing within the formation, like countless fine spiderwebs, slowly tightening: "We have to retreat. We need to find a way to destroy the formation!"

Jin Feng sneered, his eyes sweeping over Nangong Qiuyue and the others with a sinister look, his tone contemptuous: "Boss, why are you so nervous? As long as the eight sword saints of our Dragon Clan join forces, a mere twelve early-stage human Soul Emperors may not be a match for us."

He slowly drew the Golden Edge Sword from his waist, its blade shimmering with dazzling golden light.

Qinglin frowned: "Jin Feng!"

Jin Feng grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "Don't forget, we are a race with noble Eastern dragon blood, while they are nothing but a weak bunch of humans."

It is common knowledge that, at the same level, the human race's physique and potential are far inferior to those of the dragon race.

Therefore, his confidence was not unfounded.

Monsters like Night Song are rare, appearing only once every million years.

"Over a hundred years ago, I fought against a swordsman who was known as the greatest swordsman of the human race. I have a pretty good understanding of the potential of the human race... Hmm??"

As Jin Feng was speaking, his gaze suddenly fixed on Mu Jiannan, who was standing next to Nangong Qiuyue, and he was taken aback.

Mu Jiannan's expression was aloof and cold, her dashing ponytail swaying gently in the night breeze, her form-fitting black outfit perfectly outlining her tall and slender figure. The way she stood, the curve of her fingers gripping her sword—all of this gave Jin Feng a strange sense of familiarity...

Jin Feng immediately thought of the human sword saint he had fought more than a hundred years ago.

"Mu Jiannan?"

A look of surprise flashed in Jin Feng's eyes, which then turned into an undisguised lewdness as he stared at her nakedly: "Oh~? Just what I was saying, I didn't expect to see you here... Mu Jiannan, so you're a woman?"

Only then did he notice Mu Jiannan's slender waist, fair neck, and those clear yet resolute eyes; she was indeed a stunningly beautiful woman.

An Lingyue tilted her head curiously: "Huh? Senior Sister knows this person? Could it be that the human sword saint he just mentioned is...?"

Mu Jiannan nodded slightly, expressionless, and replied softly, "Yes. More than a hundred years ago, when I was traveling through the map of all races and passed through the Eastern Dragon Kingdom, I saw him once."

At that time, she was still used to dressing as a man in her daily activities, which is why Jin Feng only learned her true gender now.

At that time, Jin Feng had not yet been recruited by Cang Ting and was a famous wandering dragon swordsman in the Eastern Dragon Kingdom. Mu Jiannan had some friction with him and fought him.

At that time, Mu Jiannan was only at the peak of the Heavenly Enlightenment Realm, while Jin Feng was at the Saintly Descent Realm. Coupled with the suppression of racial bloodline, the final result was naturally a crushing defeat.

Known as the number one sword saint of the human race, she could only parry Jin Feng's sword in a sorry state, with no chance to fight back.

Therefore, Jin Feng still believes that the human race's strength is nothing special, and that only in the last two years has a freak like Ye Ge emerged.

“Interesting, I didn’t expect to run into an acquaintance here.” Jin Feng’s gaze became increasingly blatant. “If I had known you were such a beauty back then, I would never have let you escape so easily… But it doesn’t matter, it’s not too late now.”

Mu Jiannan's gaze was calm as still water, revealing no emotion in his eyes, as if he were staring at a dead body.

Jin Feng's eyes sharpened: "You know, when I first met you, what I hated most was your aloof and cold look. But... now that I know you're a woman, I'm starting to like you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Golden Edge Sword in his hand suddenly burst out with dazzling golden light, and he transformed into a golden lightning bolt, rushing straight at Mu Jiannan!

Mu Jiannan's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he lightly pushed the sword guard with his thumb—

"Qiang!"

The moment the longsword was drawn, the curse mark on her neck suddenly erupted!

The pitch-black demonic energy surged out like an angry dragon, while at the same time, the azure holy energy of the Azure Dragon Ji constellation transformed into wisps of clear light. The two completely different energies intertwined and rose around her.

Her slender fingers moved gently across the hilt of the sword, her exquisite sword control guiding the two forces to flow perfectly into the blade!

“Buzz!”

A sharp, ear-piercing sword cry tore through the night sky, the sound waves vibrating in the air as if they were tangible, creating visible ripples!

Even those accustomed to sword intent, such as Qinglin, Chiya, Hanxiao, Leiji, and Disha, felt a constant ringing in their ears and dizziness! Their minds churned, and an astonishing buzzing sound seemed to echo endlessly in their heads, lingering for a long time!

Jin Feng stared wide-eyed in disbelief, while the dragon's vertical pupils contracted sharply in shock.

Before everyone could react, Mu Jiannan had already appeared behind him like a ghost, his long sword returning to its sheath with a crisp "click".

Jin Feng subconsciously looked down and noticed a thin red line, as fine as a hair, had appeared on his wrist as he gripped the sword.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

About three breaths later...

"Pfft!"

Blood gushed out from the severed wrist like a long-suppressed fountain! The hand that had been gripping the Golden Sword fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Immediately afterwards, the same blood lines appeared on his arms, chest and neck. Each blood line burst open after a moment, and columns of blood shot into the sky, reflecting an eerie luster in the moonlight!

“Puff—”

"Pfft—"

Jin Feng's pupils contracted violently. He tried to scream but no sound came out—because he discovered a bloodstain on his throat! Blood gushed out like a waterfall! He futilely covered his throat with his other hand, but his fingertips could only feel the warm blood gushing out. Soon, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, each struggle causing the blood to flow even more violently.

"!!??"

Qinglin was shocked by what she saw.

With Jin Feng's strength, he was actually killed in one move!

Even Mu Jiannan didn't see how he just unleashed that sword strike!