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Chapter 116: The Struggle for the Sword!
🕑 Added 2024-09-23 04:01:38 +0000 UTC"What do you think I’m doing?"
The man called Zhao Changlong sneered coldly.
"You want to keep the sword for yourself, don’t you?"
Zhao Changlong’s voice was icy.
The two other eighth-tier warriors also stared greedily at the sword.
They knew full well the power of this sword.
If Tang Gaohu hadn’t suddenly tripped and fallen, they wouldn’t have killed him so easily.
"What’s your intention, then?"
Xiao Feng's gaze swept over the group.
No one spoke, but the expressions in their eyes constantly shifted.
Everyone wanted the sword. Whoever got it would gain tremendous power.
No one was willing to give it up so easily.
"This is a demonic sword. I’m taking it back to seal it away," Xiao Feng said, eyeing the Soul-Slaying Sword.
"Seal it away?"
"You think we’re children?"
The eighth-tier warriors glared at Xiao Feng, their voices dripping with contempt.
"Hmph!"
Xiao Feng snorted coldly.
"Looks like we’ll settle this with our strength!"
Xiao Feng’s face twisted with determination.
He had wanted this sword for a long time, and now he would take it!
With a thought, his silver spear erupted in dazzling light.
[Eighth-tier Martial Technique: Shadowless Thrust]!
Xiao Feng had been holding back his strength.
But now, he unleashed it all!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
In an instant, his spear split into numerous shadows, stabbing directly at Zhao Changlong!
Zhao Changlong’s pupils contracted.
This guy... was holding back!?
His face changed drastically as he raised his sword to block the attack.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The spear repeatedly slammed into his sword, creating deafening explosions.
The powerful force caused Zhao Changlong to stagger back.
"Zhang Changxin, that sword is mine!"
Meanwhile, the two other warriors were already fighting each other over the sword.
"It’s turning into a free-for-all," Ye Fan thought with amusement as he watched the scene unfold.
But Xiao Feng... he was quite the schemer.
He had been holding back his strength all along!
Even during the fight with Ren Xing, he hadn’t used his full power.
Bang!
Suddenly, Xiao Feng’s spear pierced through Zhao Changlong’s shoulder.
Before he could land another blow, Zhao Changlong managed to dodge away, though his shoulder was now soaked in blood.
"Damn it..."
Zhao Changlong leaped back, wincing at the sharp pain in his shoulder. His expression darkened.
"You were hiding your strength this whole time."
"You’re really sneaky, aren’t you?"
His gaze was fixed on Xiao Feng, his voice cold.
"You’re just too stupid," Xiao Feng smirked.
Swoosh!
At that moment, Zhang Changxin, seizing an opportunity, swiftly slashed his sword and killed one of the eighth-tier warriors!
"The sword is mine now!"
Without wasting a moment, Zhang Changxin picked up the Soul-Slaying Sword.
[Sword Master: Zhang Changxin]
[Good: 22%] [Evil: 78%]
"Hmm, someone else has taken the sword," Ye Fan chuckled.
But how long could this sword master hold onto it?
"This sword..."
As Zhang Changxin held the sword, his eyes widened in astonishment.
He could clearly feel his power increasing!
Not just his strength—his perception, reaction speed, and every other ability seemed to be improving!
Zhang Changxin’s entire body trembled with excitement.
"This sword is mine!"
Xiao Feng roared, charging at Zhang Changxin with his spear.
"Pathetic!"
Zhang Changxin turned, looking disdainfully at the approaching Xiao Feng.
Clang!
He effortlessly blocked Xiao Feng’s attack with the blade of the Soul-Slaying Sword.
Zhang Changxin didn’t budge an inch.
His power had increased!
Xiao Feng’s eyes narrowed.
Was it because of the sword?
His desire for the sword grew even stronger.
"Zhao Changlong! Let’s kill him first!"
Xiao Feng called out to Zhao Changlong.
"Heh."
Zhao Changlong sneered.
He wasn’t stupid.
His shoulder was still injured, and Xiao Feng expected him to attack Zhang Changxin now?
Did he think he was a fool?
"Trying to kill me!?"
Zhang Changxin laughed.
In an instant, he channeled his energy into the Soul-Slaying Sword and slashed through the air!
[Hellfire Soul-Splitting Slash]!
Boom!
A terrifying white flame shot out!
Xiao Feng's pupils shrank as he quickly dodged to the side.
Boom!
The white flame struck the ground, creating a massive explosion.
The ground was scorched black, and smoke rose from the crater left by the blast.
The power of this attack was overwhelming...
Watching from a distance, Zhao Changlong’s eyes widened in disbelief.
That level of destruction—it had to be a ninth-tier martial technique!
Zhang Changxin was only an eighth-tier warrior, yet after holding the sword, his power had skyrocketed to the ninth tier!
This sword was far too powerful!
Xiao Feng glanced at the destruction behind him, a lingering sense of fear in his heart.
Zhang Changxin’s strength was terrifying!
"Heh heh heh, did you see that? This is the power of the sword."
"If you want to take it, you’ll end up as corpses!"
Zhang Changxin roared as he lunged at Xiao Feng with the Soul-Slaying Sword!
He planned to kill Xiao Feng first!
Swoosh!
The sword’s speed was astonishing!
Damn it!
Caught off guard, Xiao Feng’s arm was slashed, leaving a deep wound!
Dark energy from the sword seeped into the wound, causing it to fester.
The excruciating pain forced Xiao Feng to retreat.
In an instant, he reached into his storage space and pulled out several pills.
"I have no choice..."
Looking at the blood-red pills in his hand, Xiao Feng’s body trembled.
But there was no other option now!
Without hesitation, he swallowed the pills!
"What’s Xiao Feng doing?"
From a distance, Zhao Changlong noticed Xiao Feng’s actions and his expression shifted slightly.
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