Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Zhao Yang’s strength was higher than Feng Ye’s, and Little Feng Ye’s current strength was at middle-stage Golden Core. Although it was considered heaven-defying amongst his peers, he was still not as good as Zhao Yang.
However, the two of them differed in their movents and attacking skills. Most of Feng Ye’s skills were taught by his Master later on, whereas Zhao Yang’s attacking skills were more severe and deadly, as soon as he made a move, it was aid at his opponent’s death point.
When the two of them combined efforts, they shocked everyone, even the leader of the devilry cultivator was shocked at this mont. He knew deep down that he had made the biggest and stupidest mistake, which was being too arrogant and contemptuous of others.
If he hadn’t thought that his strength was unmatched by these people and looked down on that little rascal, how would he have been tricked by that little rascal?
Now, when he saw the two little rascals attacking him together with killing intent, he snorted imdiately: “Hmph! Even if I have been drugged, I am definitely not soone you can kill!”
As soon as his somber voice fell, both of his hands slapped the ground and he flew up. A fierce sword qi attacked from his hand and shot out towards the two of them at a very fast speed.
The two of them jumped over the air and avoided the attack, then they rushed forward again. The two small figures were entangled in a fierce fight with the devilry cultivator.
The devilry cultivator had lost all of his spirit energy, his body was weak and lacking strength. He was only able to fight the two of them because he was using the last ounce of his strength. He thought that he would be able to chop those two people to death, but who would have guessed that those two little rascals were slippery like roaches. They kept slipping by his side and he was unable to catch them even if he wanted to.
Just as he was dodging Zhao Yang’s attack, a small fist behind him punched him right where he had been stabbed.
A little child’s fist wouldn’t have much strength, but the fist of a middle-stage Foundation Core cultivator was different. That fist caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
It was at this mont that the last ounce of his strength in his body seed to have been exhausted and his speed slowed down. When a sword qi attacked him, he tried to block it when he realized that his sharp sword had been knocked out of his hand earlier.
“Sss!”
All he saw was the sword that slashed down fiercely onto his face. His eyes widened in anger and unwillingness, and his body stiffened as if ti had stopped at that mont and he couldn’t hear the surrounding sounds, just the blood splashing on his face…
“Boom!”
Feng Ye gasped for breath when he saw the devil cultivator had fallen. He was about to step forward to take a look when Zhao Yang stopped him: “I’ll go.” Zhao Yang pushed him behind protectively, then he stepped forward and kicked the devilry cultivator. After he had confird that he was dead, he turned to Feng Ye and said: “He’s dead.”
“Sunny, your swordsmanship is so amazing.” Feng Ye praised him with a smile.
“Study hard and you can be like in the future.” Zhao Yang’s expression was indifferent as he took all the valuable things from the devilry cultivator on the ground and handed them to Feng Ye.
Feng Ye’s eyes lit up when he saw so many things, and he put them away with a smile.
After a long while, when they hadn’t heard any other sounds, the two of them looked at the people of the Thunderfire rcenary Group who were sitting on the ground and asked: “How are you? Have you recovered?”
The people of the Thunderfire rcenary Group opened their mouths and gathered their thoughts before they spoke: “We are still a little weak.”
It wasn’t only the devilry cultivators who had been drugged, they were too. They didn’t know where they found the courage from, weren’t they afraid sothing would go wrong?
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