"Injured this severely, it’s best not to struggle anymore," the Flower Raccoon Leader said loftily.
Before him, this powerful warrior of the Human Race, at full strength, he had not even a sliver of confidence in defeating.
But at this mont, with Xing Tiexin so gravely injured he couldn’t even stand, if he still couldn’t deal with him, then he was a leader in vain.
"Co!" Xing Tiexin pressed his lips together, staring at the Flower Raccoon Leader, ready to draw his long blade at any mont.
The Flower Raccoon Leader was afraid that the white-robed ones above might change their mind, missing this hard-won, precious blood al.
Without hesitation, he turned into his demon beast form, a raccoon cat with gray fur all over, as large as a leopard, several ters in length!
He lunged at Xing Tiexin with wide-open jaws.
Just as Xing Tiexin, disregarding his injuries, was about to fight for his life, a figure crashed through trees and rocks like teleporting, appearing before him.
In a flash of thunder and lightning, the Flower Raccoon Leader was caught off guard, as the figure pressed down on its beastly head, slamming it hard into the ground.
Under the imnse impact, the leader had no ans to resist, his head suffering a heavy blow, instantly losing his ability to think.
Purple-golden flas erupted from the figure’s palm, relentlessly bombing the leader’s head.
The ground quaked, fissuring with giant patterns, ceasing only after a few breaths.
"Spare , spare ..." the Flower Raccoon Leader, on the verge of losing consciousness, instinctively begged for rcy.
Xing Tiexin hesitated for a mont, then relaxed slightly upon seeing who it was.
"What’s the situation?" Song Changming landed, picking up the mangled Flower Raccoon Leader, looking at Xing Tiexin.
At this mont, Xing Tiexin was in a dismal state, with multiple fatal wounds. If not for his tenacious life force as a Martial Artist, he might have died three to five tis over.
If he hadn’t arrived in ti, Xing Tiexin really might have died here!
"I don’t know either. I accidentally found this place; that desolate mountain should be the Flower Raccoon tribe’s lair," Xing Tiexin said while swallowing several Healing Pills to stabilize his injuries.
"But that’s not important; those two guys above are very strong, you have to be careful, Changming!" Xing Tiexin pointed upward and said sullenly.
Song Changming had long since locked onto the two mysterious white-robed figures.
It appeared that these two unexpected white-robed figures nearly killed Xing Tiexin.
"Are you from the Human Race?!" Song Changming asked with a frown.
Sensing no demon qi on them, it was obvious they weren’t from the Flower Raccoon tribe. Judging by their physique and hidden aura, they were likely mysterious strong beings from the Human Race.
He simply couldn’t understand why such powerful beings would specifically aid a group of Flower Raccoon demons.
One of the white-robed figures had already taken notice of Song Changming early on.
Despite the cover of the white robe, Song Changming could still sense a chilling gaze, quite unfriendly.
"Are they specifically targeting us?!" Song Changming pondered inwardly.
At this ti, one of the white-robed figures suddenly spoke.
"There’s one more; should be arriving soon."
He had no intention of rescuing the Flower Raccoon Leader from defeat.
Even if the entire Flower Raccoon tribe were exterminated at this mont, it wouldn’t matter to him.
These raccoon cats were just crude tools he manipulated at will, destroyed if necessary.
Then, from afar ca the sound of sothing cutting through the air.
In the blink of an eye, a Gang Qi-surging Yang Zhen arrived by Xing Tiexin’s side, protecting him.
His gaze shifted, quickly scanning the current situation.
He noted Xing Tiexin’s injuries, the Flower Raccoon Leader in Song Changming’s hands, the generals lying scattered on the ground, and the two white-robed figures in mid-air.
Before Yang Zhen could ask any questions, one of the white-robed figures above took action, diving straight towards Yang Zhen.
His descent was swift, arriving above Yang Zhen in an instant, a foot wrapped in Gang Qi, crashing down towards Yang Zhen’s head like a war axe.
Yang Zhen reacted quickly, raising his gun to block the blow.
Their Innate Qi Aura erupted, and Song Changming imdiately grabbed Xing Tiexin, leaping away to safety.
He could handle it, but the severely injured Xing Tiexin couldn’t withstand the shockwaves from the Gang Qi collision.
anwhile, the white-robed figure engaged with Yang Zhen accidentally had his hood shredded by the Gang Qi, revealing his true face.
"It’s you!" Yang Zhen exclaid wide-eyed.
Song Changming didn’t expect the white-robed attackers would turn out to be a familiar face.
It was Zhao Zun, none other than Zhao Linxin’s biological father.
Years ago, because of Zhao Linxin’s death, he had a fierce conflict with Song Changming, Xing Tiexin, and others.
But that was three years ago.
Unexpectedly, today, he had entangled them again in this manner.
"Zhao Zun, are you mad?" Yang Zhen exclaid in shock, then imdiately shouted in anger.
"Rest assured, I’m fine. But today, the three of you are going to die!" Zhao Zun said grimly, his lips curling in a sinister smile.
"You!" Yang Zhen wanted to say more, but was soon overwheld by a fierce offensive.
All that remained was the rumbling sound of turbulent Gang Qi collisions.
In fact, there was nothing more to say. Without questioning, it was easy to guess the reason Zhao Zun was so hell-bent on taking them down must be because of Zhao Linxin’s death.
This seed to have beco Zhao Zun’s unyielding obsession.
Only by killing the three of them could he get past this hurdle.
Another explosion, Gang Qi energy whipped up a hurricane, spreading all around.
Yang Zhen retreated hundreds of ters, his expression grim.
Clearly, he had sensed Zhao Zun’s determination to kill them here.
"Do you realize the consequences of doing this?" Yang Zhen gritted his teeth.
"Consequences! What consequences! A few lowly individuals like you, killing you, who would stand up for you?" Zhao Zun looked down from within the energy storm, laughing arrogantly.
"Besides, it’s been three years now and we’re in this remote place, who would suspect , who would question for your sake?
Everyone will just think you died incompetently during a mission, exterminated by the Flower Raccoon Demon tribe! Isn’t it so?"
Zhao Zun, having held back for three years, finally felt he had achieved his desire at this mont.
Today, Song Changming and the others couldn’t possibly leave alive!
"General!" Feng Xingzhuo and others finally arrived at this ti.
"This, this is..." Guan Yuntai looked at Zhao Zun in mid-air, puzzled.
He recognized Zhao Zun but didn’t understand why he appeared here and opposed Yang Zhen.
Zhao Zun paid no mind to these generals.
In his eyes, these people would soon be dead.
Song Changming didn’t say much either, handing Xing Tiexin over to Feng Xingzhuo.
"Take him sowhere safe to heal!"
"Changming..." Xing Tiexin looked at Song Changming, rare concern on his face.
The fact that Zhao Zun dared to reveal his identity today ant it was a fight to the death.
And the opponent certainly had sothing to rely on!
"Let catch my breath, I’ll be back soon!" Xing Tiexin gritted his teeth.
Song Changming nodded, his gaze finally landing on ng Shuxuan in the group, eting her ice-cold eyes.
Just as he was about to say sothing, the other white-robed figure in the sky moved, clearly intending not to let Xing Tiexin get away.
Song Changming couldn’t let him get his way, imdiately bursting with speed, leaping halfway to intercept, drawing his sword without hesitation.
Both the Power Seal and Agility Seal activated.
Second Grade·Great Thunderfire Saber!
Purple-golden fiery lightning covered the blade, slicing through the air with a roar.
Since the opponent was Zhao Zun’s accomplice, likely his source of confidence.
Hence, on this first strike, Song Changming dared not hold back!
Clang!
Their robes flapped wildly from each other’s Powerful Qi.
Under the opponent’s white robe, an ancient sword was sohow drawn to et Song Changming’s strike.
With a loud crash, Song Changming’s strike of over ten thousand pounds of strength failed to kill as before, didn’t even force the opponent back.
On that ancient sword, wisps of pure white Gang Qi coiled together, withstanding his blow.
"Such strong Gang Qi!" Song Changming felt tense inside.
The power of his strike was completely offset by the opponent’s thrust!
The opponent’s robe hood was blown off by the fierce wind, revealing a sowhat aged face.
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