The Legendary Twins

Chapter 3: Orphan under the knife

Blood! Jiang Feng's face and body were covered in blood!

The young woman screamed, "I'll fight you to the death!"

Suddenly abandoning the child, she lunged at the Black-Faced Man, her fingers reaching for his throat, but he raised his hand to block her.

The dark-faced man laughed loudly, "Beauty, where did your fierceness go...? Poor thing, why do you even have children..."

Before his wild laughter subsided, the young woman suddenly lunged at him again. The dark-faced man swung his hand once more, but she grabbed him desperately and bit his throat.

The black-faced woman roared in pain, blood already flowing down her cherry lips. It was vile, foul-smelling blood, but as this foul blood flowed over her teeth and cheeks, she felt a surge of pleasure—the pleasure of revenge!

In extreme pain, the black-faced man threw a punch, sending the young woman flying. She crashed into the carriage, fell to the ground, and could no longer get up.

But she had already tasted the blood of her enemies.

She smiled sadly, tears streaming down her face, and cried out, "Yulang, go... go quickly, don't worry about us. Even if I die, the Palace Mistress and her sisters will still treat you well..."

Jiang Feng roared, "Girl, you can't die!"

He charged forward again, raining down knives, claws, and pecking blows, but he didn't care. He was slashed and clawed, his flesh and blood flying everywhere.

But before he could reach his wife, he collapsed to the ground.

The young woman screamed and struggled to crawl over, and he struggled to crawl over too. They had no other desires but to die together.

Their hands finally grasped each other's, but the black-faced man stomped down, crushing both of their hand bones!

The young woman hissed, "You...you're so cruel!"

The black-faced man sneered, "So you only realize how ruthless I am now!"

Jiang Feng roared, "I'll give you anything... I'll give you everything, just so we can die together!"

The black-faced man laughed loudly, "It's too late for you to say that now... Hehe, you must have been very happy when you lied to me and beat me. Now I'll let you die slowly, and I'll make sure you don't die together!"

The young woman asked, "Why?...Why?...What grudge do we have against you?"

The black-faced man said, "It's alright to tell you. I did this because I promised someone that I wouldn't let the two of you die together."

Jiang Feng asked, "Who? Who is this person?..."

The dark-faced man chuckled, "Take your time guessing..."

The man in the yellow shirt and chicken breast suddenly lunged forward. His red-faced, fleshy man remained cold and expressionless, saying coldly, "Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots; these two's bastard children must not be allowed to live!"

The Black-Faced Man laughed and said, "Exactly!"

The man in yellow stopped answering, raised his hand, and slashed at the baby in the car with his knife.

Jiang Feng roared, but his wife couldn't even utter a sound.

But just then, the steel blade that had been slashing down like lightning suddenly snapped in two in mid-air with a "crack"!

The man in yellow was startled and took seven steps back, shouting, "Who?...Who are you?"

There was no one else but themselves and the dying people on the ground.

But how could this finely forged steel blade break out of nowhere?

The man with the rooster-like comb changed color and asked, "What's going on?"

The man in yellow said, "Damn it... only a ghost would know."

Suddenly, he darted forward again and slashed down once more with the broken piece of steel.

To everyone's surprise, with a "crack," the steel knife broke in two again. Despite the many pairs of eyes watching intently, no one could figure out how the knife broke.

The man in yellow finally changed his expression, and said in a trembling voice, "Could it be that we really encountered a ghost?"

After pondering for a while, the black-faced man suddenly said, "I'll do it."

With a light kick, he picked up the steel knife that Jiang Feng had dropped, grabbed it in his hand, and with a sinister grin, slashed it down into the carriage. This s***h was even faster and quicker.

Midway through the strike, he suddenly flicked his wrist, the blade flashing... With a clang, his steel blade, though not broken, was chipped.

The man with the rooster-like crest exclaimed, "As expected, someone plotted against us!"

The black-faced man's smile vanished, and he said in a trembling voice, "Since we can't see this hidden weapon, it must be extremely small. This person was able to break a steel knife with a hidden weapon that we couldn't even see. What... what amazing skill and what amazing strength!"

The man in yellow said, "Where in the world is there such a person? Could it be..." He couldn't help but shudder and dared not utter the word "ghost" again.

The dying Jiang Feng seemed stunned, muttering, "She's here...it must be her..."

The dark-faced man asked, "Who?... Could it be Yan Nantian?"

Suddenly, someone said, "Yan Nantian? What is Yan Nantian anyway!"

The voice was nimble and lively, seemingly carrying a kind of innocent childishness, but hearing such a voice suddenly in this deserted wilderness was even more surprising.

Jiang Feng and his wife didn't need to look up to know who had come. Both of them turned pale. The Black-Faced Lord and the others were also taken aback. They turned their heads and saw the wind blowing through the tall grass, creating undulating waves. In the gloomy twilight, a figure had appeared, a slender and delicate woman! With their senses, they couldn't tell where she came from at all.

A gust of wind blew by, and the figure that was several feet away suddenly appeared in front of him.

Hearing that innocent and childlike voice, anyone would assume that she must be a beautiful and sweet young girl in her prime, still quite naive.

But now, standing before them was a woman who was at least in her twenties. She wore a brocade palace dress that resembled clouds, with a long skirt that reached the ground and long hair that flowed down her shoulders like clouds. Her face was sweet and beautiful, even more so than spring flowers. Her lively eyes were not only filled with an indescribable light of wisdom, but also with a childlike innocence—an innocence that should not be present in someone her age.

Anyone who glances at her will know that she is a person with an extremely complex personality, and no one can guess any of her thoughts.

Anyone who glances at her will be amazed by her stunning beauty, yet they can't help but feel a pang of pity for her.

This stunningly beautiful woman was born disabled; even her flowing sleeves and floor-length dress could not conceal the deformity of her left hand and left foot.

The dark-faced man recognized her. Although his eyes showed awe, his expression was less alarmed than before. He bowed and asked, "Is the Second Palace Master of the Yihua Palace here?"

The woman in palace attire smiled and said, "You recognize me?"

"Who in the world doesn't know the name of Palace Master Lianxing?"

"I didn't expect you to be so eloquent; you're quite good at flattering people."

"I wouldn't dare."

Palace Mistress Lianxing blinked and chuckled, "It seems you're not afraid of me."

The Black-Faced Lord bowed and smiled, "This humble one merely..."

Palace Mistress Lianxing laughed and said, "You've done so many bad things, yet you're not afraid of me. That's quite a strange thing. Don't you know I can take your lives right now?"

The black-faced man's expression changed drastically, but he still forced a smile and said, "Palace Master is joking."

Palace Mistress Lianxing smiled and said, "Are you joking? You injured my palace maid Hua Yuenü. If I let you die a quick and painless death, it would be too lenient for me. Who would joke with people like you?"

The Black-Faced Lord exclaimed, "But...but this is Palace Mistress Yaoyue..."

Before he could finish speaking, a series of loud slaps rang out, and he had been slapped more than a dozen times across the face. The situation was just like when he had been slapped by Madam Jiang Feng earlier, but much more severely. After being slapped more than a dozen times, his mouth was full of blood, and he could no longer utter a single word.

Palace Mistress Lianxing remained standing there, her long dress fluttering, her expression serene, as if she hadn't moved at all. However, the captivating smile on her face was gone, and she coldly said, "Is it any of your business to call my sister by her name?"

The rooster's comb, breast, and tail were already pale with fright, frozen in place. The rooster-man stammered, "But...but this is indeed an invitation..."

This time, he didn't even utter the word "moon" before he was slapped more than a dozen times across the face, his thin body almost flying out of the air.

Palace Mistress Lianxing laughed, "Strange, do you really not believe I would take your life?..."

"Sigh..." With a soft sigh, she suddenly circled around the tall figure of the man in yellow. Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes and did not see whether she had made a move, but the man in yellow had already fallen down quietly without making a sound.

One of the men in the flowery clothes crouched down to take a look, then suddenly cried out in a hoarse voice, "Dead! The second brother is dead..."

Palace Mistress Lianxing laughed and said, "Now you believe me, right?"

The man in the flowery clothes hissed, "You...you're so ruthless."

Palace Master Lianxing said, "What's the big deal about someone dying? Haven't you killed enough people yourselves? It's all worth it for you to die now."

The rooster-crested man's eyes flashed with ferocity. Suddenly, he made a gesture, and three pairs of chicken-claw scythes whirled towards Palace Master Lianxing. A series of sounds rang out, "clang, whoosh, ouch..." and the slender figure spun in the silver light.

Two of the three men in flowery clothes had already fallen, and the remaining one retreated eight feet in a flash, his hands empty. He had no idea how the others had knocked down his companion, how they had dodged his attack, or how they had taken his weapon. In that instant, he seemed to have had a nightmare in a daze.

With a flick of her long sleeves, Palace Mistress Lianxing sent five chicken-claw sickles crashing to the ground. She held one in her hand, examined it, and chuckled, "So these are chicken claws. I wonder what they taste like?"

She slightly parted her cherry lips and bit into the chicken claw sickle. With a "crack," this weapon, forged from fine steel and feared throughout the martial world, was bitten in two.

Palace Master Lianxing shook her head and said, "Oh dear, these chicken feet don't taste good." With a "spit," she gently spat out half of the steel claw from her mouth. A flash of silver light and a slight rustling of wind followed. The remaining person in the flowery clothes suddenly screamed in agony, covered his face with his hands, and rolled on the ground. Blood kept flowing from between his fingers. After rolling a few times, he stopped moving altogether.

He had just released his grip when, in the twilight, his face was contorted in a grotesque grimace, his flesh mangled and bloodied. That half-splittered steel claw had completely shattered his skull!

The black-faced man suddenly knelt down with a thud, trembling as he pleaded, "Palace Master, spare me... spare me..."

Palace Master Lianxing ignored him and instead looked at the rooster-crested man and laughed, "How do you see my kung fu?"

The man with the crest said, "The Palace Master's martial arts... I... I've never seen anything like it in my entire life..."

I never even dreamed that such martial arts existed in the world.