Free Web NovelChapter 1912: Chapter 1902: Demon Pattern Power!
"Whoosh~"
Just then, while everyone was still wondering whether Shen Ji was dead or not, a streak of purple light suddenly shot out from the pile of rubble and darted down into the dense forested mountains below.
"He’s not dead yet!"
Nangong Bing instantly caught Shen Ji’s escape route. With a swish, her figure shot out like a gale, rushing straight toward the rubble. Lin Zifeng didn’t hesitate either and immediately followed Nangong Bing in pursuit. If this Shen Ji didn’t die, none of them could rest easy.
You had to know, Shen Ji already knew Nangong Bing’s greatest secret. If he escaped today, in the days to come he would definitely pose a fatal threat to her, so in Lin Zifeng’s eyes there was no longer room for Shen Ji to live.
"Dead Dog, we’ll pincer him from both sides." Lin Zifeng gave a low shout, tailing Nangong Bing as he sped forward. With the Heavenly Painting Halberd gripped in his hand, he would shoot to kill without the slightest hesitation the moment he found an opening, wiping Shen Ji out. As long as he lived, no one would be at ease.
"Awoo awoo... Master Mastiff loves nothing more than chasing cowards. Hahaha. Shen-grandson, weren’t you all badass just now? What’s wrong? Running away already? Isn’t that a bit pathetic?"
Dashuai’s voice kept sounding from behind, scaring Shen Ji into fleeing even more desperately. If he couldn’t escape alive today, his end definitely wouldn’t be much better than those Peak Masters. But precisely because of that, the scene had now turned into a farce. Just before, Shen Ji had been so damn cocky, leading a group of Main Peak Peak Masters over to encircle and kill them, radiating Divine Energy like nobody’s business. And now? He’d turned into a fleeing Dead Dog, and he didn’t even dare slow down.
Who knew what Shen Ji was thinking at this very moment. If he still had a choice, he’d never in his life have come to mess with these perverts of the South Heavenly Gate again. All this for the Immortal Suppressing Tripod? To hell with the Immortal Suppressing Tripod. What the hell did the Immortal Suppressing Tripod have to do with him? It was in Shen Wuheng’s hands, not his. If it were in his hands, at least he could gamble his life on it... ƒгeewebnovёl.com
Shen Ji’s heart was so bitter he could almost cry. The perverts chasing him down from behind clearly meant to kill him, not leaving even half a shred of mercy. This was the rhythm of wiping him from existence.
"Haha~ Old Dog Shen, I want to see where the hell you think you’re going now." Just as Shen Ji’s mind was frantically spinning through ten thousand possible escape plans, the outcome he least wanted to see still appeared. Dashuai’s massive body suddenly materialized in front of him and lunged forward with a heavy slam, crashing directly into Shen Ji’s chest. Stars burst before Shen Ji’s eyes and he almost toppled headfirst to the ground.
"Roar!" Faced with the blockade, Shen Ji didn’t hesitate. He grabbed a thick, towering tree with both hands and hurled it forward with all his might. The tree was uprooted and smashed viciously toward Dashuai.
"Fuck! Trying to smash Master Mastiff to death?" Dashuai’s ears shot up, his neck shrank back, and with a swish he vanished from Shen Ji’s sight, only to reappear from another direction, jaws gaping as two cold, snow-white fangs clamped savagely toward Shen Ji’s back.
"Get lost!" Shen Ji whipped his head around and slapped his palm down hard toward Dashuai’s skull.
"Clang!" His fleshy palm smacked into Dashuai’s head, but Dashuai suddenly thrust upward with force, actually using his own skull to crash head-on into Shen Ji’s hand. Even Shen Ji himself was almost scared silly. Was this beast insane, using his head to hard-block Shen Ji’s palm? Only he knew how much power that palm carried.
But the moment his palm crashed down, he finally experienced just how absurdly hard Dashuai’s iron-like skull was. He actually couldn’t smash it!
"Heh heh, Old Dog Shen, ********. Isn’t it about time I counterattacked?" After taking that slap, Dashuai just trembled slightly, staggering back a few steps, but he was otherwise fine.
"Swish~" But before he could follow up, Shen Ji spun around and bolted again.
Just an Eastern Demon Mastiff alone was already enough to make him suffer. If he stuck around any longer and let Lin Zifeng and that Demon Cultivator catch up, his situation would become even more tragic.
"Buzz buzz buzz..." At that moment, Nangong Bing had caught up right to his ass. The Demon Pattern on her forehead slowly unfurled, and finally a streak of Ling Li’s blood-colored light suddenly shot toward Shen Ji. With a whoosh, a blood-red hole was blasted clean through his back. But this bastard acted like nothing had happened, still sprinting forward. He fell into a patch of forest and then kept running through the dense trees.
"Fuck~ He’s like this and still running like it’s nothing?" Dashuai was stunned, clearly thrown off by Shen Ji’s performance. He hadn’t expected this guy’s willpower to be so tough—hit by the Demon Pattern, he not only didn’t stop, he actually sped up. Even Nangong Bing herself was briefly startled by his tenacity. In her view, the Demon Pattern’s power was unfathomable, and she was still in the growth phase. Given time, she’d only become stronger, and the Demon Pattern’s strength would become increasingly terrifying.
"Cut him off! We absolutely can’t let him get away!" Lin Zifeng shouted. What he feared most now was Shen Ji escaping back to the Sect. Once Nangong Bing’s identity as a Demon Cultivator was exposed, it would deal a completely fatal blow to them. If the whole world raised the banner of demon-slaying and Fu Mo, the South Heavenly Gate would be finished.
"Relax, that bastard absolutely can’t get away." Dashuai grinned, baring his teeth. His body became like Shan Dian, streaking off along Shen Ji’s escape route. If Shen Ji didn’t die, Lin Zifeng’s heart would never be at peace. Dashuai understood the situation, so he once again released more of his Sealing!
"Motherfucker, Old Dog Shen, Master Mastiff is burning lifespan to kill you here, you could at least wait up for me, yeah? Don’t make me waste too much lifespan. Early death, late death, either way you’re dying. Just stand still and let me smack you a few times, what’s the harm?"
Dashuai’s shouting from behind almost made Shen Ji want to curse out loud. Motherfucker, what do you mean early death, late death? If someone’s dying, you go die. I’m nowhere near as open-minded as you!
"Slash!"
Suddenly—Lin Zifeng flashed up on Shen Ji’s right. The Heavenly Painting Halberd erupted with an incomparably powerful wave of energy. As the halberd chopped down, a world-shocking Divine Rainbow hacked viciously toward Shen Ji. If he failed to withstand this blow, he would die without question!
"Domain!"
Driven to desperation, Shen Ji unleashed his Domain, trying to draw Lin Zifeng’s Spear Light into it. But in that instant of hesitation, Nangong Bing descended again. With two peerless experts attacking together, he was dead for sure this time.
Facing two great powerhouses at once, Shen Ji was already panicking. How was he supposed to deal with this? Two peerless experts besieging him, plus an Eastern Demon Mastiff—he was practically ready to die of despair. Hate. Hate! He hated himself for being so impulsive. If he’d only waited for Shen Wuheng to come, and added the Immortal Suppressing Tripod on top, wouldn’t none of this have happened? But instead of waiting for Shen Wuheng, what came was his own life-and-death reckoning.
