"Trying to run? Die for !!!"
Yang Zhen chased Ling Feng with overwhelming killing intent, appearing utterly frenzied.
Ling Feng dared not confront head-on, only able to constantly activate the Thunder God Shadow to retreat. The boundless killing intent enclosed him, and occasionally, a few Wind Blade Sword Qi scratched against Ling Feng’s body, leaving scars deep enough to reach the bone.
This Yang Zhen is simply a madman.
"Have you gone mad enough, Junior Brother Yang!"
A low growl, like thunder shaking the ground, exploded. Finally, Song Feilian couldn’t continue to condone Yang Zhen’s madness any longer, clapped his hand, heavily striking toward Yang Zhen.
This move, although appearing powerful, was just ant to push Yang Zhen back, preventing him from continuing his pursuit of Ling Feng.
Unexpectedly, Yang Zhen countered with a palm, shattering Song Feilian’s palm force, simultaneously sweeping horizontally with a sword, a streak of bloody Sword Qi scraped harshly on Ling Feng’s back, almost knocking him out of the sky.
"Yang Zhen, not avenging this grudge would not be gentlemanly! Just you wait!"
Ling Feng spat out a mouthful of blood fiercely, exerting his last bit of energy, displaying the "Thousand Shadows Transformation," his figure dissolving into countless beams of light, vanishing from the spot.
At the sa ti, Song Feilian flew forward, seeing Yang Zhen still wanting to pursue Ling Feng, he waved his large hand, firmly pressing down Yang Zhen, speaking coldly, "What madness are you pursuing still?"
"Senior Brother Song, this person is a traitor, I’m clearing traitors, what’s the problem!"
Yang Zhen glared at Song Feilian, speaking resentfully.
"Traitor?" Song Feilian, angrily, "If you had tead up with earlier, Winter would already be a prisoner, I must ask you, what are your true intentions!"
"I!"
Yang Zhen clenched his fist, "Hmph! I have my reasons!"
"Fine!" Song Feilian shook his head, speaking gravely, "If that’s the case, I think Junior Brother Yang doesn’t need as a Senior Brother to be your burden anymore. Do as you wish."
After finishing, Song Feilian rose into the sky, shouting loudly, "Disciples, those who wish to leave with , step out!"
Upon Song Feilian’s call, more than half of the disciples imdiately expressed their willingness to leave with Song Feilian, as for Yang Zhen, who was severely abnormal, he was no longer reliable.
In the end, only about thirty disciples remained with Yang Zhen, all disciples he cultivated as confidants in the Hall of Conquest, utterly loyal to him.
Among them, surprisingly, even Yuwen Liang was included!
"Hmph! Just go, just go, all of you go!"
Yang Zhen snorted coldly; he didn’t even have the audacity to intercept Song Feilian, so he could only fling his sleeves and return to the previously established camp; now, he still was not planning to leave this place!
Song Feilian shook his head, no longer placing any hope on Yang Zhen, took around fifty disciples, and left the valley flying.
Donghuang Xuanyi flew to Song Feilian’s side, speaking gravely, "Senior Brother Song, what should we do now? Our disciples are severely scattered; if we encounter the Barbarian Clan or Demon Clan, we could only be at their rcy."
"Yang Zhen’s behavior indeed was too abnormal this ti, as things stand now, Junior Brother Donghuang, send a few disciples to gather the ones who left previously, we’ll first deploy on a mountain top to the east, there the view is slightly more open, should anything happen, we can notice it imdiately."
"Additionally, Ling Feng has already deciphered all enemy plans, ensure to reunite with him promptly."
"Hmm." Donghuang Xuanyi nodded; he indeed had so minor biases against Ling Feng before, but when it cos to big questions of right and wrong, he doesn’t fail to grasp the situation.
However, at this mont, Ling Feng’s situation is very dire.
No, it should be said, extrely dire!
"Puh!"
Hundreds of miles away, Ling Feng finally erged, spitting a mouthful of blood.
The last strike from Yang Zhen almost split his body in half; if not for his significant Body Refinent skill, with Physical Strength far exceeding ordinary cultivators, this ti he might have really lost his life.
"Yang Zhen, you’d better pray not to fall into my hands, or I’ll make you wish you were dead!"
Ling Feng took a deep breath, drew and swallowed several Elixirs, barely suppressing his injuries. Yang Zhen’s power certainly was terrifying; at least three days of ditation would be needed for full recovery.
Yet fate played a trick on Ling Feng.
At this mont, from afar, ca the sound of two piercing air attacks, and it so happened that Emperor Winte and Druck also flew in this direction.
"Damn it, this ti truly hanging by a thread!"
Druck recovered from a fright; he almost died at Song Feilian’s hands.
"Hmph, thankfully the Crystal Sacred Beetle relayed back information, else I couldn’t tily co to rescue you."
Emperor Winte took a deep breath, speaking slowly, "Good thing I placed a Hidden Weapon in the Hall of Conquest beforehand. Otherwise, were Yang Zhen to ally with Song Feilian, I would be in danger."
Ling Feng was initially inclined to escape, but hearing Emperor Winte and Druck’s conversation, he couldn’t help but listen in.
Their subsequent dialogue might reveal who actually is the spy within the Hall of Conquest.
"That hidden chess piece is..."
Right when Emperor Winte was about to reveal it, suddenly, the voice cut off sharply, Emperor Winte suddenly shouted, then struck fiercely toward a giant stone in the distance.
Behind the giant stone, naturally, was Ling Feng!
"Careless!"
Ling Feng inwardly muttered unlucky; ordinarily, he could hide his aura well, but now severely wounded, his Qi Blood Power turbulent, he couldn’t hide properly.
Generally, people might not notice, but Emperor Winte, after all, is an Emperor Strong Evil Level!
"Kid, it turns out to be you!"
Emperor Winte’s eyelids twitched, then stared coldly at Ling Feng, descending an endless killing intent.
"Truly heavens with a path you don’t tread, hell without a door you barge in!"
Druck’s face muscles twisted, "Kid, prepare to die!"
Ling Feng’s pupils shrunk swiftly, given his current state, just one strike from an Emperor, and he might not withstand, let alone against both Emperor Winte and Druck!
Unlucky, so terribly unlucky!
This is understandable; Ling Feng’s escape path intuitively led to the demon suppression area, while Druck happened to return along the sa route, making it hard not to encounter under such circumstances.
Facing the fierce Druck, Ling Feng wouldn’t dare confront directly; his eyes flashed with purple intent, imdiately using the Petrification Eyes, enough to delay three breaths, within which Ling Feng had already created so distance.
Next, Ling Feng quickly drew out the Bloodthirsty Soul Chasing Arrow, though he was extrely weak now, the arrow’s power limited but can at least postpone for a while.
"Still attempting the sa trick?"
Emperor Winte snorted coldly, his figure soaring, and instantly, vast black aura surged, the whole person like an Ancient God Demon, one slap aiming to destroy heavens and earth.
"Die for !"
Emperor Winte’s eyes flashed with icy killing intent; if not for Ling Feng’s interference, their plan was flawless, yet now, even waking the demon won’t bring doom upon the disciples of the Hall of Conquest.
And all of this, counts on Ling Feng!
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