<h4>Chapter 261 – Lightning Sacred Swordsman Cassius</h4>


    Trantor: Xaiomoge


    Security officers, like cats on a hot tin roof, quickly rushed over from all sides.


    Unlike ordinary people, if there was an attempt on the life of a greater aristocrat in the middle of the street and the surrounding security officers didn’t manage to thwart the attempt, they would lose their job in the best case scenario. If the rtives and subordinates of the greater aristocrat were to take their anger on the security officers, thetter would have miserable endings.


    Dozens of security officers came from all sides and surrounded the area. Besides, the sirens rang constantly, gathering theirpanions from the surroundings.


    Yang Feng held out his hand and blocked Becky’s fist. Next, his face flushed bright red and he spat out a mouthful of blood.


    “I am Earl Ian of the Red Earth Wastnd and I was personally enfeoffed by His Majesty. These people tried to kill me! Seize them!!” After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Yang Feng took a dozen steps back, pointed at Becky’s group of 7 people, and shouted loudly. Simultaneously, he took out his aristocratic badge and threw it to the grade-3 supervisor, who just arrived at the scene.


    “Stop! Stop your unruly conduct! Don’t resist! Otherwise, we will execute you on the spot on the charge of making an attempt on the life of a greater aristocrat! If you continue to resist, your families will also be imprisoned on the charge of treason!” The grade-3 supervisor carefully inspected Yang Feng’s aristocratic badge, then hisplexion changed slightly, he pointed at Becky’s group of 7 people, and yelled.


    Becky’s group of 7 people stopped at once. They were powerhouses with Sky Knight rank and above cultivation bases. If they started killing, they could kill the dozens of security officers at the scene.


    However, in addition to arge number of ordinary security officers, the security hall still had a special force called the sword of justice. The sword of justice special force wasposed of Knight rank and above powerhouses. There were even 5 Sacred Swordsmen in the sword of justice. Once the security hall dispatched the sword of justice special force, even the Lightning Sacred Swordsman wouldn’t dare to resist it directly.


    On the Feisuo ne, powerhouses were asmon as dirt. Therefore, the various branches of power of the Morrince Empire were simrly full of experts. Otherwise, the order of the empire could not be maintained, at all.


    Becky exined loudly: “I am Becky, the daughter of the Lightning Sacred Swordsman! We didn’t try to kill Ian!”


    As if a victimized greater aristocrat, Yang Feng used a very impassioned voice to yell: “So it was the Lightning Sacred Swordsman who has ordered you to do this!! Previously, I identally injured a civilian named Girón, who is the chief disciple of the Lightning Sacred Swordsman. Now, for the sake of that disciple, he went so far as to order his daughter to kill me. It’s lunacy. I need the protection of the sword of justice special force. No, I demand that that the security hall dispatches the sword of justice special force to capture the Lightning Sacred Swordsman!!”


    The grade-3 supervisor suddenly had a headache. On the Feisuo ne, Sacred Swordsmen were among the strongest powerhouses below the demigod rank. An average joe wouldn’t dare to offend such a being. So long as Sacred Swordsmen didn’t do anything too heinous, very few people would go to them to look for trouble.


    But Yang Feng was a hereditary peer greater aristocrat of the Morrince Empire, who had a noble status and great power. He simrly wasn’t someone a grade-3 supervisor could contend against.


    The grade-3 supervisor was a very bright character, so he said promptly: “Earl Ian, the sword of justice isn’t something that I, a mere grade-3 supervisor, can dispatch. If you really want to dispatch the sword of justice, please send a formal request to the higher-ups.


    Yang Feng, with an aristocratic arrogance, pointed at Becky and them and said lightly: “Very well! But these people made an attempt on my life in the middle of the street! The evidence is conclusive, as you’ve seen! Arrest them!”


    The grade-3 supervisor said coldly with a gloomy expression: “You heard it! Put down your weapons at once and don’t resist, or we will execute you on the spot on the charge of making an attempt on the life of a greater aristocrat. If you continue to resist, your families will also be imprisoned on the charge of treason! Of course, if you don’t resist, we will allow you to invite awyer to defend you in the court ofw.”


    The 6 young men looked at each other, then smiled wryly, drew the swords at their waist, and threw them aside.


    More than a dozen security officers quickly rushed up to the 6 young men and handcuffed them.


    Becky yelled unwillingly: “How can you do this? He only said a few words and you’re going to arrest us. Why?”


    The corners of Yang Feng’s mouth rose slightly and he said faintly: “Why you ask? It’s because I am a greater aristocrat and you are just a rabble ofmoners!”


    When he heard that, the grade-3 supervisor kept silent, as if hadn’t heard anything. No matter what he thought himself, but when confronted with a hereditary peer earl, he could only keep silent.


    “Earl Ian, why bother with some children?” A gentle voice suddenly came from the side. A middle-aged man in a blue martial attire, with a medium stature, short blue hair, a sword at the waist, an ordinary appearance, and traces of vicissitudes of life on his face slowly walked out from the side.


    As if there was an invisible force around the middle-aged man, everyone who saw him made way for him unconsciously.


    When the security officers saw the middle-aged man, as if they were struck by lightning, they trembled and retreated a few steps.


    When Yang Feng saw the middle-aged man, all sorts of warnings went off in his mind, as the frightening perception of a level-3 Warlock warned him unceasingly that this middle-aged man was very dangerous.


    In Yang Feng’s eyes, the middle-aged man seemed to be the incarnation of an exceptional sword. As if a sword pressing against his neck, a mysterious intent locked onto his neck firmly.


    Yang Feng’s eyes shed with a trace of graveness and he said slowly: “Lightning Sacred Swordsman Cassius!”


    The area within 10 meters of a Sacred Swordsman was their domain. Unless they released spells beforehand, most Legend Wizards on the Feisuo ne would run into a dead when once a Sacred Swordsman closed the distance between them to 10 meters. Even if it was on the Cangzhi ne, Great Warlock rank powerhouses might face death once a Sacred Swordsman got to a distance of 10 meters from them.


    Once they stepped into the Legend rank, the swords of Sacred Swordsmen had a trace of the power ofw, making them extraordinary and exceedingly sharp. Even the powerful life force surrounding Great Warlocks at all times wouldn’t be able to withstand such a sword.


    Normally, when he wasn’t angry, the Lightning Sacred Sword Cassius looked like an ordinary middle-aged man. But once he channeled his strength, he was like a sword god, exceedingly sharp and unstoppable.


    Cassius walked towards Yang Feng calmly. Numerous people retreated, as if Yang Feng was the only one left to face this Sacred Swordsman.


    Although Cassius’ gaze was one of indifference, yet it concealed a frightening sword intent that locked on Yang Feng’s key points, giving rise to a stabbing pain. His body red up with all sorts of warnings, and he nearly couldn’t resist his urge to press the dimensional crest and release the level-4 extraordinary life form rank mechanical battle beasts.


    Yang Feng suddenly said with a faint smile: “Lightning Sacred Swordsman Cassius, are you here to kill me? I recall that you seem to have a 70-year-old mother, a beautiful wife, and 2 brothers. Your 2 brothers have 1 son and 2 daughters respectively. There are 132 people in your family altogether. The people attached to your family make a total of 587 people. Do you want these people to apany me in death, and then wander the world alone?”


    Cassius’ pupils shrank slightly. He erupted with a frightening sword intent in a sh, and nearly sliced Yang Feng into numerous pieces.


    Yang Feng, however, looked at Cassius with an unruly expressions, as he sneered repeatedly, not saying anything.


    Cassius confronted Yang Feng silently. Finally, his eyes shed with helplessness, he smiled bitterly, andpletely retracted the sword intent: “No, I just came to pick up my daughter. I think that there ought to be some misunderstanding.”


    Sacred Swordsmen were also people, they also had parents, siblings, and friends. This restraint, as if shackles, locked onto them. As long as he wasn’t forced into a desperate situation, Cassius would never take the risk of having his friends and family executed, and kill a greater aristocrat in public.


    The grade-3 supervisor breathed a long sigh of relief. His back was drenched in cold sweat, and the clothes he wore were all wet from the sweat. One was a human Sacred Swordsman with a peerless swordsmanship, the other was a hereditary peer greater aristocrat with great power. They weren’t existences whom he could offend lightly. Now that both sides calmed down, he was a little relieved.


    “Since you say that this is a misunderstanding, then I take it a misunderstanding, Cassius. I can cure Girón. If you want to cure him, bring your daughter and follow me!” With a faint smile on his face, Yang Feng gave Cassius a meaningful look, then turned towards his vi and went ahead.


    Becky red angrily at Yang Feng’s back and said in a spoiled manner: “Father, how can he be this unbridled. It’s so disgusting.”


    Cassius’ eyes shed with a mixture of envy and jealousy and he sighed lightly: “That’s because he’s a greater aristocrat!”


    Even though his swordsmanship was unparalleled, to the point that even Legend Wizards would find it difficult to parry a blow from him once he closed the distance to 10 meters from the opponent, but the Lightning Sacred Swordsman Cassius was still amoner, not an aristocrat, not a hereditary peer greater aristocrat.


    With his swordsmanship, the Lightning Sacred Swordsman Cassius could get the title of a life peer aristocrat and get the rights of an aristocrat if he went to the court. However, it was very difficult to be a hereditary peer aristocrat.


    With it hundreds-of-thousands-of-years-long heritage, if every Legend rank powerhouse were to be enfeoffed as a hereditary peer aristocrat, the Morrince Empire would have been divided up until there was nothing left.


    A greater aristocrat title was the lifelong goal of many Sacred Swordsmen of the Morrince Empire.


    “Becky, let’s go!” As he looked at Yang Feng’s back, Cassius’ gaze flickered. He pondered for a while before saying slowly.


    From her childhood, Becky worshiped her Sacred Swordsman father the most. Naturally, she wouldn’t disobey him: “Okay, father!”