Chapter 2842 - 2846: Doomsday of the Traitor (Part 1)

Upon witnessing Feng Ran’s actions, anger burned wildly in Chen Luan’s heart.

This Demon Tiger was slain at the cost of Mu Qing’s efforts, and now, after such exhaustion, Feng Ran picked up the spoils.

What’s most aggravating is Feng Ran actually believes it was rightful and never even consulted Mu Qing’s opinion.

It’s as if Mu Qing meant nothing to him.

"Bastard, take that Demon Beast Crystal Core out and return it to Mu Qing!"

Chen Luan roared.

Feng Ran squinted his eyes at Chen Luan, displaying a hint of disdain.

He feared Mu Qing, but he did not fear Chen Luan.

Because his strength was greater than Chen Luan’s, he had reached the First Rotation of Yin and Yang Realm, Eleventh Layer of Hell Peak.

"I killed the Demon Tiger, took its Demon Beast Crystal Core, what’s wrong with that? Moreover, Mu Qing herself hasn’t said anything, and you’re blabbing nonsense; with your meager strength, it’s absurd you are a Magic Dragon Envoy, truly disgraceful.

Pah!"

Feng Ran spat on the ground rudely, cursing.

"Kid, if you’ve got the guts, let’s have a duel!"

Chen Luan had endured this father-son pair long enough; since rescuing them, they behaved as if they were masters, always cared for but unwilling to do anything.

They even made excuses like being injured or not strong enough to avoid ordinary pursuing soldiers.

Now they’ve snatched Mu Qing’s Demon Beast Crystal Core, his tolerance exhausted.

"Fine, if I’m scared of you, then I won’t be called Feng Ran!"

Feng Ran sneered, "I just fear you’ll embarrass yourself and cry on your knees."

"Come on!"

Chen Luan shouted.

He belonged to those who could have his head severed or blood flowed, but would never stand to be insulted; to him, his dignity was more important than life.

"Enough, Chen Luan. We have real business to attend to, don’t create internal strife here."

Mu Qing suddenly spoke to Chen Luan.

"Mu Qing, you!"

Chen Luan was dumbfounded.

"Hahaha, look, look, Mu Qing knows what’s best, learn from her!"

Feng Ran laughed heartily and sat back comfortably.

A flash of cold light appeared in Mu Qing’s eyes, but she ultimately didn’t act.

Actually, she was angrier than Chen Luan.

But now, she had to consider the bigger picture, her grievances were trivial.

Moreover, having just battled the Demon Tiger, she was utterly exhausted, and should they clash with Feng Hao, they might suffer.

So, she had to endure.

"Heh, Mu Qing, you’re indeed clever."

Suddenly, a cold laugh came from the dense forest.

Figures emerged from the woods.

The leading person coldly looked at Mu Qing, saying, "Our Demon Tiger Battle Beasts are quite formidable, having killed Martial Artists with comparable Cultivation Levels; but it was unexpectedly slain by you with such ease."

Their gazes were icy as frost, exuding fearsome killing intent and cruelty.

Clearly not good-natured people.

"Chen Dynasty Martial Artists!"

Mu Qing frowned slightly; no need to ask, their apparel revealed them.

"Correct, but no reward! Now, prepare to die!"

Buzz!

As the voice fell, terrifying killing intent exploded in the space, enveloping the four.

"Dad, that guy seems to be the new Skeleton General among Chen Dynasty Thunder Corps’ seven major generals!"

Feng Ran approached Feng Hao, whispering.

"Indeed, it’s the Skeleton General. It’s rumored these new seven generals were all recruited.

They are seven hidden world experts within Chen Dynasty.

Thunder Emperor went to great lengths offering substantial recompense to summon them."

Feng Hao was, naturally, more informed about these new seven generals than Feng Ran.

He knew these seven individuals were far superior to past generals, not just by one or two levels.

All of them were experts with Twelfth Layer of Yin-Yang Realm Hell Cultivation.

The weakest among them was this Skeleton General, but even he possessed Twelfth Layer of Yin-Yang Realm Hell Late Stage Cultivation.

"Are we going to follow those two fools to our death?"

Feng Ran asked.

"Certainly not!"

Feng Hao originally planned to wait until they reached Demon Dragon City and decide which faction to join.

But now, encountering the Skeleton General altered his decision.

He wouldn’t want to oppose someone so formidable.

He stepped forward, cupping his fists, saying, "I am Feng Hao, a former Branch Hall Master of Demon Dragon Sect.

But now, I wish to renounce darkness for light, join Chen Dynasty!

I could also assist the General in dealing with them!"

What?

Upon hearing this, Mu Qing shuddered violently.

She had always endured, not acting, harboring fantasies that Feng Hao wouldn’t betray.

But Feng Hao’s words shattered her illusions, grounding her in reality.

"You shameless traitors!"

Chen Luan shouted furiously.

"Haha, hahahaha, you indeed are shameless.

But to join us, you must first do one thing.

Didn’t you just say you would help us kill those two? Start now."

The Skeleton General chuckled a few times, then spoke with a smile.

He didn’t believe in Feng Hao and Feng Ran at all.

Even if they wanted to join Chen Dynasty, he wouldn’t agree.

Why recruit people who can betray their own at any time?

To betray himself later?

But Feng Hao didn’t consider this; he was eager for merit, wanting to seize Mu Qing’s exhaustion to easily kill her.

"Thank you, General, for granting us this opportunity. We will act immediately!"

Feng Hao chuckled coldly, looking at Mu Qing: "Apologies, Miss Mu Qing, Demon Dragon Sect is already a sunset, there’s no chance of revival.

You should obediently die, allowing us to gain wealth."

Feng Ran also looked at Chen Luan, saying: "You wanted a duel earlier, didn’t you? Now’s your chance. I’ll show you you’re nothing compared to me!"

"Surround them, don’t let them escape!"

The Skeleton General sneered, ordering his troops to encircle Mu Qing and Chen Luan.

"You shameless beings, today even if I, Mu Qing, die, I’ll pull you down with me!

I was truly blind to hold expectations for you, it’s laughable."

Mu Qing felt utterly desolate.

"You’re right; you’re blind, and we’re indeed shameless, but so what? It’s you about to die, not us!"

Feng Hao’s laughter was steeped in mockery.

"They won’t die! It’s you who will definitely perish!"

A voice suddenly burst from the sky like thunder.

Everyone was startled.

They all looked up.

Soon, a person appeared standing on a sword, graceful and elegant.

His long black hair danced wildly behind him, his body emanating a deathly aura.

The sword was fierce and terrifying, like a living creature unleashing frightening demonic qi.

The young man wielded the sword, stepping through the air!

Seeking nothing else, but justice in his heart!