Eternal Life as False Emperor

Chapter 473: Chapter 378: You’re No Good at Lying

Lin Feng gulped down elixirs: "Your brother has already been taken down by us. Now it’s just you left alone."

"Would you rather end it yourself to save us the trouble and suffer less, or should we take the effort to send you to the afterlife?"

"Don’t bother talking so much, just finish him off already," Bai Zhirui was the first to make a move.

Zheng Yi had warned him more than once that when it was time to act, he should act decisively and not say so much useless nonsense.

Lin Feng blushed slightly, realizing he had been somewhat out of control just now.

He quickly sprang into action, assisting Bai Zhirui.

Su Yao was equally relentless, showing no mercy in her attack.

"Hehehe! You three human little ones are indeed clever. Unfortunately, your human cleverness is merely petty wisdom."

"Did you think we couldn’t see through your little scheming? We just went along with it to let you solve the trouble for us."

Lin Feng’s flying sword whipped out streams of Sword Qi: "Did you never consider that when your helpers are dead, and you’re left alone, you would be even less of a match for us?"

"Just a few Foundation Establishment cultivators, and you actually think you can stir up a great storm?" The Birdman Nether Spirit Race’s wings stirred, producing gusts as sharp as blades that scattered Lin Feng’s Sword Qi into pieces.

Su Yao’s screams were more tragic, completely dispersed by the wind, her face turning abruptly pale as paper, almost spitting out blood.

She barely managed to suppress it and did not spit it out.

Only Bai Zhirui was prepared in advance because Zheng Yi had warned her absolutely never to underestimate her opponent.

Even so, she didn’t have it easy. Although she barely managed to block the enemy’s attack, her own offensive was completely neutralized, vanishing without a trace.

"Now you realize how mighty I am, don’t you? And for a few insignificant human kids to think they could deal with me?"

"For a moment, I really don’t know whether to praise your courage."

"Now, hand over your treasures immediately. I may be merciful enough to let you die a quick death, or else I’ll make you wish you were dead!"

This guy’s voice pierced their eardrums like glass.

Lin Feng and Su Yao frowned, instinctively wanting to cover their ears.

"Ah... We’ve been hit," Zheng Yi sighed helplessly.

As they say, man plans, but heaven decides. No matter how cleverly things are calculated, it is impossible to truly leave nothing to chance.

Just like the Nether Spirit Race in front of them.

Zheng Yi could easily see through their little schemes, but there was no way to know what magic they possessed.

In this world, there are always some special people who, although their cultivation is similar, seem to be favored by the world, and their strength is always a cut above.

Like the ugly fellow before them—though ugly, his strength was indisputably strong.

Though he was only at the peak of Foundation Establishment, his power far surpassed the ordinary.

While Zheng Yi was sighing, Lin Feng and Su Yao’s hands simultaneously dropped.

Their eyes were vacant, as if their souls had been taken away.

This state didn’t last long; they quickly regained their spirits.

Even Bai Zhirui could see that their condition was obviously not right.

Lin Feng turned his head, looking at her like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

"Fellow Daoist Bai, I’ve been thinking about you so hard. Why won’t you pay attention to me?" He suddenly went crazy, charging at Bai Zhirui, his eyes full of blood, drooling all over.

Not just her, even Su Yao stared stiffly and oddly at Bai Zhirui: "Sister Bai, I think about you every day too."

Faced with the powerful Nether Spirit Race cultivator, Bai Zhirui was not afraid.

Yet the pair of amorous Daoist companions scared her considerably, causing her to retreat repeatedly.

They were truly a match made in heaven, even their reactions after being hit were identical.

If they were enemies, it would be fine; they could just finish them off.

But facing their own people, no matter what they did, it felt like they were tied up.

Aside from evading, Bai Zhirui could hardly think of any good solution.

Lin Feng and Su Yao were controlled, unable to use magic or divine power, but as cultivators, their speed wasn’t slow.

One side was unscrupulous, while the other didn’t dare to do anything, afraid of hurting their own people by using too much force.

So it wasn’t long before Bai Zhirui was being chased in a terribly awkward situation, almost getting injured several times.

The Birdman Nether Spirit Race’s mocking voice never ceased: "Now you realize who fell into the trap, don’t you?"

"Surrender the treasure early on, and I might spare your life."

A sheen of fragrant sweat appeared on Bai Zhirui’s face: "I don’t even know what you’re talking about. We don’t have any treasure on us."

The Birdman Nether Spirit Race, enraged, flapped his wings, sending a purple, smoke-like mist that instantly drifted onto Lin Feng and Su Yao.

Bai Zhirui wanted to stop it, but unfortunately, the purple mist seemed intangible, her attacks had no effect on it.

After the purple mist penetrated Lin Feng and Su Yao’s bodies, an eerie red appeared all over them.

This red looked like the color that appears during the climax of certain important activities between a man and a woman.

Lin Feng and Su Yao went even crazier, moving so fast that Bai Zhirui even found it somewhat troublesome.