Dominating Martial King Chapter 598: 284 Death (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 598: Chapter 284 Death (Please Subscribe)

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Chu Xisheng heard Chu Ming’s scream, his heart startled.

They had just entered the Ti Secret Realm, and soone was already making a move on Chu Ming?

What exactly had happened over there? And who was behind it?

It must undoubtedly be a traitor from the Formless Divine Sect.

This person must be right by Chu Ming’s side.

Just as Chu Xisheng was thinking this, before he could even take pleasure in the misfortune, he sensed an incredibly strong suction force sweeping over from his left side, pulling both him and Zhoou Liangchen into it.

Both n struggled fiercely while speeding up the flapping of their wings.

However, the sucking force was so overpowering and tyrannical that Zhoou Liangchen was the first to give in, being strongly pulled over by it.

His magic artifact wings were indeed much inferior to real ones.

Chu Xisheng only held on for a re breath longer than Zhoou Liangchen before he too followed in his footsteps.

His White Tiger Bloodline was an imitation, making it sowhat harder to control than a normal one.

Chu Xisheng also tried to break this pulling force with “Divine Sorrow Breaking Technique”.

But the force was neither a spell nor a divine power; after Chu Xisheng struck out with all his strength, he was still pulled in.

Bai Xiaozhao, on the other hand, was unfazed by this force.

She could control both wind and thunder, and her cultivation had reached the upper Sixth Grade.

However, before Bai Xiaozhao broke free from the pull, she turned back and flew toward them again.

She extended two tails, one wrapping around Chu Xisheng and the other grabbing Zhoou Liangchen’s hand, tightly linking the two n and the beast together.

They felt the world spin around them until after about ten breaths.

Only then did Chu Xisheng feel his back and the back of his head hit solid ground, the imnse impact dizzying him montarily.

However, his four layers of Outer Firmant and Cross Training Domineering Body protected him.

The impact was fierce, but Chu Xisheng was unhard, and his consciousness recovered in a mont.

Zhoou Liangchen, however, spit out a mouthful of blood, his face showing pain.

But he imdiately sprung up like a spring from the ground, his right hand on his sword hilt, readying himself defensively.

Zhoou Liangchen already heard the dull thunder of clashing weapons and the sounds of colliding Vigorous Wind.

They were definitely not at the Formless Divine Sect’s designated entry point.

The person who attacked them and forcibly pulled them here surely had a plan.

Chu Xisheng had already used the White Tiger Wings to hover in the air, surveying his surroundings.

He found himself in a dense jungle, surrounded by sky-touching trees.

These were trees he had never seen before, completely red like coral, with trunks so thick that it would take twenty people to encircle one, the tallest reaching up to fifty to sixty feet, the canopies spanning nearly forty acres around.

Bai Xiaozhao was fiercely battling a group of wooden people among the trees ahead.

These wooden people resembled the Human Clan, but their limbs and bodies looked more like logs.

They appeared like puppets, yet the surface of their limbs and bodies was covered with sparse leaves.

Their thin and lean bodies moved with agility surpassing that of so Seventh Rank Martial Cultivators.

More than twenty Seventh Tier wooden people combined their attacks with unparalleled coordination, barely holding off Bai Xiaozhao’s offensive.

More wooden people converged from around, their hands wielding crude crossbows, aiming from afar at Chu Xisheng and his companions.

“Little Zhao, be careful not to let their blood touch you,” Chu Xisheng warned with narrowed eyes.

“Flat head!”

Little Flat Head let out a joyful howl as it burst forth from Chu Xisheng’s body, slamming into a group of wooden people like a bolt of lightning.

By now, countless arrows were raining down on them.

But neither Chu Xisheng nor Little Flat Head showed any intention of dodging.

Of the arrows aid at Chu Xisheng, almost a hundred targeted him.

With a move of “Return Light,” Chu Xisheng reflected nearly twenty percent of the dense arrow barrage, sweeping away another seventy-five percent.

The rest that hit him did not penetrate his four layers of Vigorous Force.

Even those that did were deflected by his two layers of armor.

The arrows were crudely made and didn’t have nearly the power of a military heavy crossbow—it posed no threat to him.

Zhoou Liangchen also defended well, letting not a single one of the twenty arrows aid at him get close.

Seeing this, Chu Xisheng couldn’t help but introspect, thinking he shouldn’t be so nonchalant.

At no ti should he underestimate his enemies or rely too heavily on his ability to judge danger and “Supre Divine Sense.”

Deadpool from the old Marvel days, with his incredible Sword Skill, could face off against a dozen machine guns unscathed in his mortal days; but after becoming Deadpool and gaining the power of Undying, he paid less attention to his sword skills, and even a handgun could wound him.

Chu Xisheng followed in these footsteps by not focusing entirely while defending against the arrow barrage.

The problem was he did not possess the power of Undying yet, he didn’t have Deadpool’s capital.

What if his Supre Divine Sense was deceived? What if those arrows had hidden chanisms?

At this mont, “Little Flat Head” was already creating havoc among the group of wooden people.

It was ford from Killing Power and transford into a ‘Vengeance’ of the Gold Elent Spirit Evil, its abilities naturally countering those of the wooden people.

Although Little Flat Head didn’t have a physical body, which was normally a disadvantage, it often turned out to be an advantage.

At this mont, Little Flat Head didn’t need any other thods, just ruthlessly charging through.