Eternal Life as False Emperor

Chapter 488: Chapter 385: How to Describe a One-Shot Kill (2)

"Damn it, what on earth is this guy’s background?" Huiyue Demon Venerable thought more and more that something was wrong.

Killing Lanshan was nothing; he could crush that guy hundreds of times with just a small finger.

But using power equivalent to the Foundation Establishment Stage to instantly kill a Cultivator of Lanshan’s level was something even he couldn’t do.

However, the opponent did it, and did it so easily.

Could it be...

The opponent is also just a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator?

This thought just emerged in his mind, and Huiyue Demon Venerable immediately dismissed it himself.

What a joke.

A Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, able to withstand such a mad onslaught of so many people?

A Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, able to instantly kill a Cultivator one whole level higher than him?

The most crucial point is, if the opponent’s cultivation is really only at the Foundation Establishment Stage, then everything he did before was no different from a fool?

Huiyue Demon Venerable once again suppressed the impulse to act: "No rush, no rush, let’s observe the situation further."

There were still as many as twenty-one Nether Spirit Race Cultivators besieging Bai Zhirui and the other two.

Bai Zhirui and the other two could not withstand the attack of so many Cultivators.

Next time the opponent makes a move, he must take a good look.

Bai Zhirui finished off Lanshan with one move and dealt with three injured Cultivators.

This gave the Nether Spirit Race Cultivators a head-on blow, dropping their morale to the bottom.

The Sword Cultivator who was evenly matched with Lin Feng before got mentally shaken, accidentally exposed a flaw, and was torn apart by Lin Feng’s Sword Qi on the spot.

The Flying Sword, having lost its master, dimmed and fell to the ground.

Lin Feng rushed over and pocketed the Flying Sword.

The quality of this Flying Sword was not inferior to his Deep Cloud Sword, but because it was refined by Nether Spirit Race Cultivators, it couldn’t unleash its true power.

Compared to them, Su Yao’s situation wasn’t looking good.

She was being suppressed by three Nether Spirit Race Cultivators working together, barely able to defend herself from harm, with no energy left to attack.

It was only during the previous mental chaos that she seized the opportunity to push them back and quickly regroup to fend off their continued attacks.

The moment Lin Feng had a free hand, he immediately rode the Flying Sword over to help Su Yao.

"Fellow Daoist Su, are you alright?"

"I’m fine!" Su Yao took an Elixir, calming her damaged meridians.

Bai Zhirui also retreated to their side, fighting alongside the two of them.

Previously, they were ready to die, thinking that killing one would count as something.

But now, the strongest among the enemies had been instantaneously killed by Bai Zhirui in one move.

It was obvious that their morale was low.

There might actually be a chance to fight back.

The murderous battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence at this moment.

But soon, a Nether Spirit Race Cultivator angrily shouted: "Brothers, these despicable Human Race trash must have used some shameful trick to kill our people."

"Today, we must kill them to avenge our clansmen."

If such words came from the Human Race, perhaps some simple-minded people would believe it.

However, the Nether Spirit Race Cultivators valued their interests more. Not a single one responded.

Yet those who could speak at this time were no ordinary folks.

This person probably knew that those elusive words just spoken wouldn’t be effective.

So he didn’t wait for a response and immediately added, "And everyone, don’t forget why we came here this time."

"If we fail the Nether King Hall’s mission, none of us will have a good outcome. At that time, dying in battle might actually be the best result for us."

The mention of the Nether King Hall made Bai Zhirui and the others feel as if the air around them froze at that moment.

The sound of gasping filled the atmosphere.

"Brothers, attack with me! Even if we die, the Nether King Hall will at least take care of our relatives. Otherwise, we will live in shame forever."

The one speaking was the first to charge, wielding a huge Flaming Long Saber, with blue flame dancing along the blade’s back.

The other Nether Spirit Race Cultivators howled and launched their attack.

"Don’t worry, their aggressive appearance is just a facade." Bai Zhirui relayed Zheng Yi’s words to Lin Feng and Su Yao.

In fact, even if Zheng Yi hadn’t said it, both of them could feel it.

At this moment, although the Nether Spirit Race Cultivators still looked fierce.

The pressure they brought was less than half of what it was before.

"Today, I will have a good slaughter!" Lin Feng pinched a Spell to drive the Flying Sword, his face resolute.

This guy originally had good looks, and after experiencing a series of battles, he appeared more composed.

At this moment, Lin Feng could charm countless female Cultivators.

Unfortunately, all the enemies present were Nether Spirit Race, unable to appreciate Lin Feng’s human handsomeness.

As for the two women who were his comrades...

All Bai Zhirui’s attention was on conversing with her master and had no leisure to look at him.

As for Su Yao...

Well, she preferred women and was completely immune to Lin Feng.

Of course, even if Su Yao had thoughts, Lin Feng had none.

They were too familiar; it was really hard to make a move.

Bai Zhirui suddenly opened her eyes, grabbed Su Yao’s hand, and chased after Lin Feng, heading towards the Nether Spirit Race Cultivators: "Help me!"

"Okay!" Su Yao immediately replied, gently waving her hand, sending waves of sound rippling outward.

The Nether Spirit Race Cultivators before them, though not particularly strong.

To be honest, surviving the incessant attacks by Bai Zhirui and the others showed they had some skill.

Su Yao’s sound waves, though formidable, only caused them minor troubles, not enough to result in death.

But that was enough. As a Sword Cultivator, Lin Feng united with his sword, unstoppable.

Under Su Yao’s cover, he instantly cut down two more.

The few behind joined forces merely to barely fend off Lin Feng’s attacks.

Bai Zhirui brought Su Yao to their side again.

"Springing White Lotus!" The countless white lotus petals seemed to descend lightly, but any touch would be severely wounded by the powerful Magical Power on the lotus.

Though they tried to guard against it, crisp bell sounds rang in succession.

Causing their minds to shake, making it impossible to fully exert themselves.

The result was one died on the spot, and the other three were severely injured.

Originally, the Nether Spirit Race Cultivators’ morale had dropped because of Lanshan’s death.

Now, freshly into the fight, they were once again heavily damaged.

If not for the strict orders from the Nether King Hall that this task was only to succeed and not to fail.

They would have already fled.

These few Human Race youngsters, though not seemingly highly cultivated, why were they so strong?

"A bunch of trash!" Huiyue Demon Venerable’s angry roar reached everyone’s ears.

"What are you worthless creatures afraid of? See clearly, there are only three of them."

"Even piling them with bodies should easily kill them."

"If they don’t die, then you have no reason to live, all die here then."

Huiyue Demon Venerable’s words pushed everyone to the brink of despair.

For them now, every choice was facing hell.

"Killing them might offer a chance to live, not killing them guarantees death; what choice is there?"

The Nether Spirit Race Cultivator with the Flaming Long Saber reminded everyone with those words.

Just that, inexplicably, he was at the forefront during the initial charge.

Now, mysteriously, he appeared in the center of the group.

"That’s right, as long as they don’t die, none of us will live. Since that’s the case, don’t hold back any skills, use everything you’ve got." An angry shout came from the crowd: "Magic God Return!"

A figure expanded like an inflating balloon, swelling to over ten meters tall in the blink of an eye.

Fully armored, ferocious like the descent of a Demon God.

The Demon God swung its fist, striking towards where Bai Zhirui and the others were.