Chapter 2082 - 2080: Silver Spear Luo Huan

Chapter 2082: Chapter 2080: Silver Spear Luo Huan

"Shameless."

At that moment, a middle-aged man, dressed as a Sword Cultivator, suddenly exploded with fury, and with a backhand stroke of Sword Qi, struck down the heartless Peach Blossom Demoness.

The Peach Blossom Demoness’s body instantly transformed into countless peach blossom petals, drifting away in the wind, with a silver-bell-like laughter echoing through the peach grove.

"Nine Swords Technique, you’ve been beaten so many times, it seems you still haven’t learned your lesson. Here, dreaming of killing me is a fool’s errand."

"Why haven’t you learned to behave?"

The Peach Blossom Demoness reformed again: "As the price, ten of your companions will die because of your recklessness."

"Stop."

But the Peach Blossom Demoness did not stop at all, and in an instant, the crowd bound at the back exploded into ten blood mists again.

The Peach Blossom Demoness smiled sweetly: "Don’t glare at me like that, you brought this on yourself."

"Also, the count of ten has come to an end."

The Peach Blossom Demoness spoke again, and instantly another ten people died tragically. Even Li Feng’s eyes turned red at the sight of her laughing while killing; this method struck at the heart, unless faced with those who don’t care at all, there’s no way to break it.

The five men before her were undoubtedly filled with bloodlust, wishing they could tear the Peach Blossom Demoness to pieces. But trapped here for over two hundred years, they naturally couldn’t deal with the Peach Blossom Demoness; otherwise, they wouldn’t be so passive, even being blackmailed.

"Time waits for no one, you know."

The Peach Blossom Demon King urged with a gentle smile.

Among the five, the rugged and straightforward Yang Feixue finally could not hold back, directly stepping forward: "I’ll kill this brat, I’ll take all the blame."

"Kid, don’t blame me, taking your life is the only way to save thousands of my White Tiger Guards, and once I leave, I’ll make the Demon Clan pay tenfold, a hundredfold. If I don’t die on the battlefield, I, Yang Feixue, will repay you with my life."

While speaking, Yang Feixue charged in front of Li Feng, then directly swung his signature battle blade, the Blood Drinking Mad Blade.

This blade had a dark red appearance, not the fiery red but more like the color of blood, the blade formed an S-shaped curve, and when swung, the sound of the blade piercing the air was like Tiger Roar Dragon Roar, directly chopping toward Li Feng.

Li Feng listened to the other’s words, though he sympathized and understood, but being a sacrifice was absolutely unacceptable.

Li Feng let out a cold snort, and the Blood God Claw directly grabbed at Yang Feixue’s blade.

Bang.

The Blood Drinking Mad Blade was caught by Li Feng’s palm, and Li Feng showed no mercy, his body directly collided into Yang Feixue.

Pure brute force collision, Yang Feixue didn’t expect Li Feng’s physical body to be so monstrous, he was launched like a cannonball straight to the ground.

Defeated in one move.

Zhuge Xuanji and the others frowned upon witnessing this, despite being sealed in a peach blossom coffin by the Peach Blossom Demoness for over two hundred years causing their strength to decline, they shouldn’t be this weak.

They were once one of the Four Sacred Guards.

The Four Sacred Guards, as the top force of Ancestor Dragon City, were luxuriously equipped, led by the Commander known as the White Tiger General, with supreme battle power, the eight Camp Masters under him each possessing the Golden Core Late Stage realm.

Besides the eight Camp Masters, there were also strategists and Personal Guard Flag Masters, all top-notch experts, and the weakest new recruits under the White Tiger Guard were at least Golden Core Realm.

Yang Feixue was once one of the eight Camp Masters of the White Tiger Guard, leading the White Tiger Saber Camp, always the vanguard in the army, wielding a Blood Drinking Mad Blade that instilled terror in countless Demon Clans.

"Zhuge Xuanji, you better take this seriously, he’s not easy to kill. If none of you can handle him, then keeping you is useless, and the previous agreement will automatically be void."

"Luo Huan."

Zhuge Xuanji suddenly called out.

"Yes, Think Tank."

Luo Huan wasn’t as reckless as Yang Feixue, he was much more calm and composed, Zhuge Xuanji had him make a move for a reason, which was to probe the young man’s strength ahead.

Luo Huan summoned his Silver Spear without a hint of disregard: "I am Luo Huan of the Silver Spear, may I know which family of the Ancestor Dragon you’re from, sir?"

Li Feng looked at the valiantly handsome Silver Spear General: "Li Feng, from the Ninth Ring of Ancestor Dragon City."

"Oh, the Ninth Ring."

"Then let me experience your skill." Luo Huan wasted no words, at this moment not allowing any choice, they could not abandon thousands of White Tiger Guard officers, even if the Peach Blossom Demoness’s promise was perhaps a mere illusion.

But they had no choice.

Luo Huan knew that this young man shouldn’t bear such a fate, but for the lives of thousands of comrades, he could only sacrifice this young man.

Just as Yang Feixue said, if there’s a chance to leave, they will surely slaughter a hundredfold Demon Clan in sacrifice.

As he spoke, Luo Huan’s toes tapped empty air, then with his Silver Spear in hand, its tip quivered, the air in front of him rippling layer upon layer, Luo Huan’s spear was so fast, it instantly broke through the sound barrier, a vortex of Gun Qi swallowed toward Li Feng, and at the vortex’s center, a cold gleam struck with the suddenness of a snake from the shadows directly aiming for Li Feng’s throat.

From the side, it seemed as if Luo Huan’s spear traversed time, the spear completely invisible, and Luo Huan appeared to only casually thrust a spear as the tip appeared at Li Feng’s throat.

Bang.

The spear tip struck the heart of the Blood God Claw. Luo Huan uttered a surprised sound: "You actually blocked my spear."

Li Feng raised his eyes to Luo Huan: "Is it difficult?"

Luo Huan looked at Li Feng’s taunting expression, although he felt guilty about killing him, Li Feng’s attitude stirred Luo Huan’s fighting spirit.

"Then let’s try again."

Luo Huan shook his wrist, retracting the spear with borrowed force, then adjusted his breath, and then with a tremor all over, spun his wrist, the aura around Luo Huan’s body filled with a murderous air, this aura transformed into a tiger descending the mountain, aggressively charging towards Li Feng.

At the same time, Luo Huan’s Silver Spear accelerated like Thunderbolt, slashing through the sky like lightning, and that point of cold light turned into glittering starlight.

In the next instant.

Luo Huan’s spear pierced Li Feng’s body like raindrops, the Gun Qi becoming like a toxic dragon drill burrowing into Li Feng’s body, ripping open the wound instantly, and under the wound, nearly all flesh was ground into fragments.

This was Luo Huan’s most powerful spear skill, the Wind Splitting Spear Technique.

This set of spear techniques not only boasted fast speed but also when practiced to a certain level, could even tear the surrounding space, forming a devastatingly lethal tearing wind. When struck by his Silver Spear, perhaps the skin would feel like a mosquito bite, but once the Gun Qi entered the body, it would tear, causing unhealable wounds.

Luo Huan imagined, retracting this move, in his view Li Feng was already dead, no one could survive his Wind Splitting Spear Technique intact.

"Is that all?"

The next second, Li Feng raised his head to look at Luo Huan: "It’s neither painful nor itchy, just like a mosquito bite; fast enough, but far from threatening to kill me."

"Think Tank, this kid might be hard to kill."