My Cold and Elegant CEO Wife

"Qingfeng, how dare you hit my face, you asshole," cursed Ziyue Bing with great anger.

In response to Ziyue’s curses, Qingfeng lifted his hand again and slapped her right cheek. Now, the right side of her face also had a reddening slap mark to match her left side.

Ziyue Bing felt the pain on her right cheek, just like the left side of her face.

She was furious inside! She was the Ice King Sect’s saintess, being highly prestigious with people bowing, smiling, and paying her respect upon greeting her.

For Ziyue, only she could bully others, and no one could intimidate her.

Slap slap slap...

In response to Ziyue’s curses, Qingfeng reached out with his hand and unleashed a whirlwind of slaps on Ziyue’s face.

These dozen slaps were exceptionally loud, and the saintess’s face had been bruised bright red, swelling as high as a dinner roll.

Ziyue was engulfed with anger; she couldn’t believe that as the Ice King Saintess, she had been slapped so many times.

Ziyue opened her mouth in an attempt to talk, but Qingfeng slapped her again.

This went on until finally, she learned her lesson, and didn’t dare to curse Qingfeng anymore.

Although Ziyue had stopped cursing Qingfeng, her eyes were filled with anger as she stared at Qingfeng with hatred.

Qingfeng slapped her again when he saw the anger in her eyes.

Meanwhile, all the Ice King Sect’s female disciples looked on with shock.

They couldn’t imagine that the beautiful and classy saintess had been slapped into a swollen pig. It seemed that the saintess was only a grumpy old lady after all.

Qingfeng didn’t kill Ziyue because she was the Ice King Sect’s saintess and he could use her to threaten Yafei Bing.

Qingfeng looked into the distance and saw the Ice King Sect’s sect master, Yafei Bing, was on her way over.

Momentarily, Yafei Bing flew across the sky and arrived. Yafei was very beautiful, with an attractive face, white skin, nice figure, and was more mature than Ziyue Bing’s beauty, like a ripe peach.

"Master, please save me," Ziyue Bing cried out Yafei Bing.

Ziyue’s face was swollen red, and she could barely move her mouth as she spoke.

If Ziyue didn’t speak, Yafei wouldn’t have recognized her.

Yafei knew that her treasured disciple had been very pretty, but now she looked like a pig. Even as she looked at Ziyue’s face, she felt hints of pain.

"Qingfeng, how dare you hit my disciple?! Do you want to die?" Yafei stared coldly at Qingfeng with her beautiful eyes.

"Let us leave the snow mountain, and I’ll release your disciple. Otherwise, I’ll kill her," Qingfeng threatened as he placed the Golden Light Sword on Ziyue’s neck.

Yafei’s eyes grew cold as she heard Qingfeng’s threat.

As the sect master of the Ice King Sect, and a second level Spirit King Realm powerhouse, she was an undisputed character on the snow mountain. No one dared to threaten her, and no one dared to threaten her disciples’ lives. Qingfeng was the first.

Ziyue looked at her master with desperation, hoping her master would agree to Qingfeng’s terms and rescue her.

Yafei didn’t let Ziyue down, she said, "Fine, as long as you release my disciple, I’ll let you go."

This woman couldn’t trick Qingfeng. If he released Ziyue now, then what if Yafei didn’t keep her side of the bargain? He would have no cards to play if she went back on her words.

"Promise that all of us can leave the big snow mountain without a scratch, and I will release Ziyue at the bottom of the mountain."

Yafei paused a moment, and then nodded and agreed to Qingfeng’s requests.

"Let’s go," Qingfeng led the Wolf Fang Team away as he pulled Ziyue along.

As the group passed by Yafei, she suddenly moved and launched an attack.

However, Yafei didn’t attack Qingfeng, but was instead rushing at Alice.

As the Ice King Sect’s master, Yafei Bing was very smart. She knew how powerful Qingfeng was, so suddenly attacking him wouldn’t have much of an effect. Instead, she targeted one of the Wolf Fang Team’s members.

Alice’s face changed as she saw Yafei charging at her. Her right hand reached out, conjured a massive palm, and slapped back at Yafei.

However, Yafei was too powerful. She reached out with a finger, and with a light tap, it shattered the palm formed by Alice’s vital essence.

Yafei Bing’s palm reached forward and grabbed Alice by her neck.

"Qingfeng, one of your women is in my hands. If you want her to live, then release Ziyue." Yafei threatened with a cold expression.

Qingfeng’s expression changed greatly when he heard Yafei; he couldn’t believe that Yafei could be this despicable. She had just promised to let them leave, so who knew she would suddenly attack.

Alice was Qingfeng’s woman, so he had to rescue her.

"Okay, I agree to your terms, you throw Alice over, and I’ll throw Ziyue to you," Qingfeng said as he nodded.

Swoosh!

Yafei threw Alice over just as Qingfeng threw Ziyue.

These two women’s body flew past each other in the sky, but who knew that as they passed by, Ziyue would strike Alice in the chest.

Splash!

Alice spat out blood and was deeply wounded.

Qingfeng flew up into the air and caught Alice, placing her on the ground, and transferring vital essence into her body to help her recover.

As Qingfeng helped Alice, he felt danger upon him.

There was Yafei with a longsword as she charged towards Qingfeng. This Yafei was incredibly sneaky; she had just kidnapped Alice, and now she was sneakily attacking Qingfeng.

Qingfeng placed Alice down, took out the Golden Light Sword, and charged towards Yafei’s long sword.

Bang!

The two longswords met in the sky and made a lot of clashing sound.

Qingfeng was forced to take a step back, and so did Yafei. These two’s attacks were balanced in their power.

"You actually managed to block my Icy Spirit Sword," Yafei said as her face changed dramatically.

Yafei was at the second level of the Spirit King Realm, and her Icy Spirit Sword was a second level king-tier spiritual device with immense power.

However, to Yafei’s surprise, she couldn’t defeat Qingfeng; he was way too powerful.

Qingfeng sneered. He hadn’t used all of his power in the last attack; it was merely a fraction of what he could muster.