The Demonic King Chases His Wife

“I am Ouyang Murong, do you want to go up?” Ouyang Murong smiled ambiguously at Su Luo.

Su Luo narrowed her eyes and frowned, but she didn’t say anything.

“The area ahead is occupied by my Hongxing Gang and the Yulin Sect. Forget about going up there. Besides, the pressure there is very strong. It won’t be good for you, such a delicate girl. You might as well wait here. When the time is up, you naturally can go on. Until that time, I, Ouyang Murong, promise that no one dares to hurt you here!”

Ouyang Murong slowly said, believing himself to have come up with the best solution.

Su Luo coldly sneered and glared at him. She left him with a few simple words. “Get out of my way.”

Astounded by what Su Luo just said, Ouyang Murong's face changed slowly. “Little girl, it is said that smart people can read the room. You will suffer if you can’t even recognise what is good and what is bad. No matter how skillful you are, do you think you can take on all of them??”

Su Luo coldly sneered. “You two gangs, are you guys here to clear the road?”

“We don’t dare to. we don’t have a lot of men, let alone the space to train and practice” Ouyang Murong let out a polite laugh as he spoke.

“We do not dare. We just happen to be a lot of men without a chance and space to train. We are just dusting off our skills and training for a bit at times like this.” Ouyang Murong politely laughed as he spoke.

Su Luo gave him a cold shrug.

“How many people are there?” If there were too many people, it would be hard to fight even with Big Sister Wei.

Ouyang Murong confidently replied. “Not many, there are 5 people.”

In other words, there were 10 people on the 6th floor.

“The first three who enter the seventh floor and get the battle flag are eligible to participate in the Tower of Trials of the Downstream mountain. Little girl, don't forget, chat with this brother here." Ouyang Murong turned to Su Luo, reaching for her shoulder.

However, he didn’t place his hand on her shoulder.

“Puff--” With a soft sound, Ouyang Murong's hand was cut off!

Su Luo appreciated the cold sharpness of the dagger and played around with it in her hands while Ouyang Murong screamed loudly due to his extreme pain.

“Fortunately for you, my Nangong is not here right now. Otherwise, your hand wouldn’t be the only thing that gets cut off.” Su Luo slowly cleaned the dagger inch by inch with a white silk cloth which was as thin as a cicada wing.

The white silk cloth smeared with blood was instantly burnt to ashes by the fire.

"You!!!" Ouyang Murong’s fiery gaze bore into Su Luo.

He didn't expect that Su Luo would draw the dagger and cut so quickly, ruthlessly, and accurately!

“Fifth Young Master!” A group of people who saw the blood spewing out of Ouyang Murong’s missing hand exclaimed. Afterward, everyone immediately stopped fighting and rushed towards Su Luo and silly Big Sister Wei.

At this time, Big Sister Wei, who had already been standing by Su Luo, shifted into a fighting stance while loudly screaming: “If you want to die, then come here!”

Seeing Sister Wei's move fluidly into a fighting stance kept them at a distance.

Because this level was already very difficult for them. The powerful suppression force already slowed their speed and movement. Looking at how Big Sister Wei moved as smooth as flowing water. What did this mean?

The fifth layer didn’t hinder her at all.

However, Ouyang Murong, who was in severe pain, did not think clearly. He angrily shouted. “Kill! Kill them for me!”

Ouyang Murong’s men looked at each other and wondered if they should attack or not; however, they still rushed up with their weapons in the end.

“BOOM! BOOM--”

After a bit of chaos.

Everyone at the scene fell to the ground; only Sister Wei and Su Luo stood firmly on the spot.