Chapter 1894: Chapter 1884: Aren’t You Afraid of the Holy War Angel?
"Wah!"
Lin Zifeng opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bright red reverse blood. Two cold, ghostly lights flashed between his eyes, but there was not a shred of strength left in his limbs.
The tiger’s mouths of his five fingers felt as if they’d been hammered by an iron mallet, the pain unbearable; even mustering the strength to grip the Heavenly Painting Halberd was extremely difficult!
"Have I lost? Do I really not even have the slightest strength left to resist?" Lin Zifeng kept questioning his own heart. But right now, he simply had no power left to fight.
"Kid! You okay or not!" Not far away, Handsome Guy felt like his heart was about to leap out of his chest. Seeing Lin Zifeng get beaten by Shen Wuheng with his own eyes—this was the first time since they’d met that he’d ever seen Lin Zifeng crushed so miserably.
"N-no problem!" Lin Zifeng struggled to get up. His chest burned painfully, as if a great fire was raging inside.
Whoosh!
Shen Wuheng hovered in midair, palm supporting the Immortal Suppressing Tripod wreathed in rolling violet qi. His daoist robe snapped in the wind—he truly had the bearing of an immortal.
"At such a young age you already possess this level of cultivation. Not bad. And you even hold the Heavenly Painting Halberd in your hand. If you hand over the Heavenly Painting Halberd now, there might still be a chance for you to live."
Shen Wuheng stroked his beard, heroic face suffused with a deep, kindly smile.
"Hehe, the Heavenly Painting Halberd is in my hand right now. Whether you can get it or not depends on whether you’ve got the skills." Lin Zifeng’s eyes glinted coldly as he slowly used the Heavenly Painting Halberd to prop himself up.
The Magic Bracelet spun madly, replenishing the Primordial Energy he had just poured out.
"Such big talk. Do you really think there’s a Heavenly Painting Halberd in your hand I can’t get? There has never been anything I wanted that I couldn’t obtain."
"Fuck your second uncle, if you’ve got the guts go fight his old man. Right now you’re just bullying the Holy War’s son. If his father came, I’d really like to see if you’d still have the balls!"
Handsome Guy pounced over, shielding Lin Zifeng in front of him, not allowing Lin Zifeng to suffer even the slightest harm.
"Oh? Holy War’s son? He’s the son of the Holy War Angel?" Old man Shen Ji’s expression grew grave, his brows sinking slightly, as if recalling certain moments.
"Hehe~ No harm telling you two little bastards. I already met Holy War in the Dark Prison. If you dare lay a finger on him, I can guarantee it won’t be long before your Divine Sky Sect faces a great catastrophe! And Holy War has already successfully stepped onto the Transformation Path. By then, even if everyone in your Divine Sky Sect added together, you still wouldn’t be enough for Holy War to beat up."
"Beast, stop spouting such arrogant nonsense!" Shen Ji glared and shouted, then narrowed his eyes and sneered. "Holy War disappeared several years ago. Even if he took that final step onto the Transformation Path, do you think I don’t understand how perilous it is? Since ancient times, only a handful have walked that path. Even Liu Shen, the greatest genius through the ages—so what if he walked the Transformation Path? He was still blasted to death by Heavenly Tribulation. Do you really think a few words from you can threaten my Divine Sky Sect?"
"Hahaha~ What a joke. A little rat like you thinks you understand the Transformation Path? You’re not even a peak Sub-Saint. What do you know of a Saint’s Transformation Path? Even Shen Wuheng over there hasn’t farted a word, yet you think those few weak-ass lines of yours can serve as your courage?"
Handsome Guy cursed with a wide grin. The Transformation Path was indeed perilous, but it wasn’t like no one had ever taken that step. Even Liu Shen, the greatest genius through the ages—so what if he died? That was a matter for later. Who in this world can live forever?
"You’re Holy War’s son!"
At this moment, Shen Wuheng’s previously calm face finally showed a trace of emotion. The prestige of the Blazing Angel in those years had been extremely intimidating. One Sect, Two Clans, Three Holy Lands had all lived through the Holy War Era back then and naturally knew how terrifying the Holy War Angel was. Later it was said that the family behind the Angel Yun Tian had immense power.
Lin Zifeng did not respond. With a powerful enemy before him, even if he dragged his father’s name out, at most it would stall for time.
"Hahaha~ So you’re Holy War’s son? Even better. If I couldn’t kill Holy War, you think I’d be afraid I can’t kill Holy War’s son?"
As he spoke, Shen Wuheng’s tone suddenly turned incomparably fierce, endless killing intent converging in his pupils.
The Immortal Suppressing Tripod, emanating violet qi, spun continuously in his palm.
"Kill!"
Suddenly!
Shen Wuheng moved.
"What! You even dare kill Holy War’s son? Is your Divine Sky Sect not afraid of Holy War returning for revenge? Even if you’re not afraid of Holy War, do you dare offend Angel Yun Tian? If Angel Yun Tian learns that her son was killed by you with such despicable methods, everyone in your Divine Sky Sect will suffer retaliation. Aooow~ damn! You’re actually doing it for real!"
Handsome Guy hadn’t even finished speaking.
The Divine Sky Sect’s Sect Leader, old man Shen Ji, had already launched his attack.
"Hehe, as long as you two die tonight, I’d like to see who will know it was done by my Divine Sky Sect." freēwēbηovel.c૦m
"Fuck your damn mother. Never thought the people of the Divine Sky Sect would be this shameless. You all just wait for Lord Mastiff here—so long as I don’t die today, your Divine Sky Sect can wait for my endless reven... hey hey hey! You’re seriously going all out!"
"Boom boom boom..."
At the moment the Immortal Suppressing Tripod descended, Lin Zifeng already mustered his strength to charge up. The Heavenly Painting Halberd roared to life, sweeping through the night sky like a gust of wind. With a low shout, he cleaved three peerless streaks of Spear Light, hacking viciously at the body of the Immortal Suppressing Tripod.
"Boom!"
The Immortal Suppressing Tripod only trembled slightly twice. It was not blasted away by the Heavenly Painting Halberd.
"Ah!" Lin Zifeng’s eyes narrowed. That strike had already used eighty percent of his Combat Power, and yet even with eighty percent he couldn’t shake the Immortal Suppressing Tripod. What kind of concept was that?
No wonder—the stronger the person, the greater the power they could draw from a Holy Artifact.
"Break!"
Swish~
After landing, his toes lightly tapped the ground again as he shot back into the air. The Spear Light of the Heavenly Painting Halberd hacked down fiercely atop the Immortal Suppressing Tripod.
"I’ve already told you over and over, if you insist on being so stubborn, don’t blame me for using vicious methods." Shen Wuheng looked down from above, his aura arrogant and wild.
"It’s over, it’s over. Even hauling the Holy War Angel out doesn’t work. Looks like tonight that brat Lin and I really are gonna die here." Handsome Guy was miserable beyond words. Hunted down by Shen Ji—how could he, with his pitiful strength, possibly beat that old geezer?
The man was a Sub-Saint of the Ninth Layer Heaven, practically a Half-step Saint. To think back on the past—hadn’t he himself once been a peak Sub-Saint? But those days were long gone.
"Damn it, if this were back then, if I hadn’t been wounded by that old monster, I’d already be a Saint by now. Would I be getting my ass chased and kicked by you?"
Right now Handsome Guy wanted nothing more than to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it. Being chased with someone trying to kill you—this feeling was both humiliating and helpless.
Several times he nearly died under old man Shen Ji’s fierce onslaught.