"Ji Wuming"
When Xia Chen and Guo Ran saw that figure, they were both shocked and furious. What they feared most had actually happened—Ji Wuming, this terrifying assassin, had also completed the fusion.
Ji Wuming already possessed the ability to control time and space. Now that his spiritual blood and spiritual bone had fused, no one could resist his assassination technique.
As Ji Wuming approached, even the formation Xia Chen had set up failed to function. Not only did he fail to block him, he didn't even notice him approaching Long Chen.
Fortunately, Yue Zifeng intervened; otherwise, if Ji Wuming had gotten close to Long Chen, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
"Buzz"
When Yue Zifeng forced Ji Wuming out with a single sword strike, a cold smile appeared at the corner of Ji Wuming's mouth. His body slowly disappeared, like droplets falling into the sea, leaving no trace behind.
Yue Zifeng's expression changed slightly. The moment Ji Wuming disappeared, even his sword path locking was gone, making it impossible to detect his whereabouts.
"Protect the boss!"
Xia Chen shouted. The Dragonblood warriors rapidly shrank the defensive perimeter, no longer caring about such close range—would it affect Long Chen's absorption of dragon runes? His safety was the top priority.
Ji Wuming's voice came from all directions, shifting east, west, left, right:
"Interesting, but what good does it do?" If I kill Long Chen, you can protect him, but what about when I kill others... "
Whoosh"
Suddenly, Yue Zifeng vanished again, his long sword thrusting fiercely through the void. Within the void, a figure flashed and vanished.
This time, Yue Zifeng didn't stab Ji Wuming. This time, Ji Wuming was attacking a Dragonblood Warrior, who had no prior sensing. Ji Wuming's ghostly movement made one's scalp tingle.
"Idiot, if you've got guts, come out and have a big fight." Guo Ran shouted angrily.
"Only an idiot would say such foolish things. My goal isn't to compete for the best in the world, but to get the Dragon Scale where Long Chen resides.
Heh, as long as he killed Long Chen now, all the power he absorbed would be released. All his efforts would be in vain.
I just want to know, a sword cultivator who's already injured, how much strength do you have left to withstand my attack?
You have to understand, the initiative is in my hands, and your passive defense consumes several times more than me. How many attacks can you withstand from me?
I can fail countless times, but if you make a mistake, it means one of you will be killed by me... "
Clang"
Yue Zifeng slashed out with his sword again, precisely intercepting Ji Wuming's attack, but the two moved so fast that all people could see was sparks flying. But he didn't even see a trace of Ji Wuming.
People looked at Yue Zifeng, their hearts filled with shock. Sword cultivators were known as the nemesis of all assassins and assassins. Assassins could kill any target, but sword cultivators were not on their list.
Sword cultivators' terrifying perception renders their concealment ineffective, and they are killed before even getting close.
But Yue Zifeng was not facing ordinary assassins, but the strongest prodigies in the Blood Killing Hall—peerless talents who had fused Supreme blood and Supreme Bone, and controlled the power of time and space.
Yet such a terrifying assassin was intercepted three times in front of Yue Zifeng, unable to harm anyone. People watched with chills down their spines—the sword cultivator's perception was terrifying.
"Let's see how much longer you can hold out."
At that moment, Long Qinian saw an opportunity, wielding the dragon spear and charging forward with a sky full of divine radiance.
Although he didn't know Ji Wuming, the enemy of an enemy is a friend. As long as he managed to pull Yue Zifeng in for a moment, Ji Wuming would surely be able to strike at Long Chen.
He admitted he was no match for Yue Zifeng, but he couldn't swallow this pride. He wanted to take a gamble, betting that Yue Zifeng wouldn't dare to go all out against him, and that he would save his strength to deal with Ji Wuming.
"Wait until you meet the King of Hell, it should be fine."
Suddenly, a tall figure blocked Ji Wuming's path and threw something to him.
It was a human head. His eyes widened in anger, filled with unwillingness. This head was clearly the lord of Silvermoon City.
The one who stopped Long Qinian was none other than Gu Yang. Gu Yang was covered in blood, with dozens of wounds of various sizes. It seemed that killing the Lord of Silvermoon City had come at a considerable cost.
But what shocked people was that Gu Yang, covered in wounds, was growing stronger and stronger, like a wounded beast—and the more dangerous a beast is when wounded.
"What kind of trash are you, daring to block my way? Get out of my way!" Long Qinian roared, not taking Gu Yang seriously, and casually thrust his spear down.
"Pfft"
What surprised everyone was that Gu Yang was standing there, motionless, neither blocking nor dodging. Long Qinian's dragon spear stabbed directly into his shoulder.
"Gu Yang... Xia
Chen, Guo Ran, and the others were stunned. They couldn't understand why Gu Yang didn't block them. Could it be that he was already exhausted and unable to defend himself?
Long Qinian was also stunned; he hadn't expected this bald big guy to be so easily stabbed by his spear.
"Hehehe... Gu
Yang was pierced by a spear, blood slowly flowing from the wound. Instead, he chuckled, his grin somewhat fierce, especially in his eyes, where countless ripples swirled, like demonic eyes. He looked at Long Qinian:
"Very good, just like this, just like that, It's almost there, keep ..."
Pfft!
Suddenly, Gu Yang stepped back, leaving Long Qinian's spear, then pointed at his chest, signaling Long Qinian to continue stabbing.
"Are you trying to stage a scam?" Long Qinian was stunned; he had never seen anyone so insane.
"If you won't come, then I'll do it."
Suddenly, Gu Yang's body lunged forward, colliding directly with Long Qinian's spear. Long Qinian's spear was unmatched in sharpness, instantly piercing Gu Yang's chest, causing blood to gush out again.
Just when people thought Gu Yang had gone mad and started self-harm,
With a thunderous "thud
," the world echoed like a drum of a god being struck. Everyone's hearts suddenly contracted, as if someone had squeezed them hard.
"Heh heh, finally done... Gu
Yang stared at the spear on his chest, a ferocious smile appearing on his face. In his eyes, countless runes intertwined, no longer human, but like demonic eyes, overlooking all beings.
"Thud"
—another loud bang.
"Puff puff puff... Countless
supreme-level prodigies spat out a mouthful of blood. They had been injured by some unknown force, and for a moment, their faces turned palpableExpressions of terror appeared, and they were bewildered, not knowing who had hurt them.
With that sound, the dragon spear piercing Gu Yang's body trembled violently, bouncing back several points. Long Qinian's palm shook violently, almost losing control of the spear.
Stared at by Gu Yang's strange eyes, his soul exploded, all his pores opened open. For some reason, a powerful fear began to dominate his body.
"You... What kind of monster are you... Long Qinian shouted angrily.
"Thud!"
Another loud crash rang out. Long Qinian let out a muffled groan, his gun and his body sent flying far away. His legs rubbed through the void, sending out clouds of blue smoke before he finally steadied himself.
When the spear was drawn, people finally saw the source of the sound from the bloody hole in Gu Yang's chest. The thunderous explosion was actually his—his heart.
"Finally successful! Wrath of Ten Thousand Dragons, blood stains the Eight Desolations, Ten Thousand Dragons Battle Body—activate!"
Gu Yang roared toward the sky, his voice piercing clouds and shattering rocks. Behind him, the myriad dragons roared together. At that moment, the color of the sky changed.