Chapter 1818: Chapter 1818: Candle Dragon Spark
Left wing of the camp.
Lei Ba crossed both arms before him as countless Hidden Weapons like feathers tore through the air. It was Leng Yuying’s signature move: Feather Blade.
Countless Hidden Weapons pelted the Golden Bell Shield in front of Lei Ba like a torrential downpour, crackling and snapping, giving off a sense of rain drumming on banana leaves.
Lei Ba could still hold on, but the trusted aides behind him didn’t have his kind of defense. These trusted aides mainly cultivated Burning Technique–type Cultivation Techniques—ferocious in offense, but almost completely unconcerned with defense.
After all, War Slaves in Ancestor Dragon City were just disposable tools. Their ultimate destination was to erupt in a single instant and die in their strongest self-detonation. As for defense, there was simply no need.
Only a very few like Lei Ba, who strung together victory after victory in the Duel Arena and became stars that brought in huge profits, could receive some cultivation resources, including Cultivation Methods.
Leng Yuying’s Feather Blade barrage instantly felled the trusted aides behind Lei Ba like wheat under a scythe.
"Kill."
Seeing Lei Ba blocked and the dense formation of the trusted aides punched open, Leng Yuying directly ordered the elites of Divine Dragon Hall behind him to charge.
Over a hundred Divine Dragon Hall elites erupted with their Bloodline Power, forming an arrowhead formation that pierced in from both sides of Lei Ba.
"Plug that gap."
Lan, standing at the center of the trusted aides, looked expressionlessly toward the flank and issued the order.
"Lay down our lives for the Camp Master."
A trusted aide whose body had just been pierced through by a Feather Blade saw the Divine Dragon Hall elites charging in like a crashing tide. He immediately circulated Burning Technique inside his body, and in an instant his blood boiled as if injected with stimulants. The Feather Blade in his body was even forced out of the wound by his rampaging qi and blood, with a jet of blood spraying out along with it.
The next second.
This trusted aide at merely Foundation Establishment smashed head-on into a Divine Dragon Hall elite who, after activating his Bloodline, had become burly and massive like a giant bear.
"Get lost."
The Divine Dragon Hall elite glanced at the "weakling" who barely reached his waist and casually swung an arm as thick as an elephant’s leg, whipping up a gust of air that slammed toward the man in front of him.
"Die."
At the very last moment, the trusted aide suddenly pushed off the ground, and his bloodline, driven to its absolute limit, forced his physique to its peak. He was actually half a beat faster, dodged under that arm, and rammed straight into the man’s chest.
But such a collision was nothing more than drizzle to a Divine Dragon Hall elite with the Bao Xiong Bloodline. In terms of raw body, the two sides weren’t even on the same scale.
However, the next second.
The trusted aide’s body exploded outright. Scalding blood like molten lava blasted outward in all directions. In that instant, his blood carried the power to Annihilate everything, devouring all around him.
The towering, robust Divine Dragon Hall elite in front of him was sent flying backward by the self-detonation’s shockwave, his chest reduced to a riddled, collapsed ruin.
"It’s only death. Like hell I’m scared."
Trusted aides, one after another, directly used their bodies as bombs and madly circulated Burning Technique. This was also the strongest attack method they had learned in the Duel Arena—mutual destruction.
In an instant.
More than a dozen trusted aides self-detonated and charged to their deaths in succession, actually extinguishing more than half of the surging momentum of the Divine Dragon Hall elites.
Clearly, the Divine Dragon Hall people hadn’t expected this. They of the Ten Demon Hall were already vicious enough, yet there were people even more ruthless than them.
"Leave this place to us. Go support the others."
Sikong Yu cut his way over at high speed, telling Lei Ba to head in another direction while he himself lunged toward Leng Yuying.
Meanwhile.
The formation laid out by the trusted aides was already hard to maintain. The other flank was also on the verge of collapse, but the self-detonations on this side had inspired the trusted aides over there to imitate them, which barely kept them from completely breaking.
Listening to the self-detonations behind him, Li Feng’s rage surged. Although he hadn’t been with these trusted aides long, the fact that they were willing to self-detonate for him caused a tremor in his heart.
In that moment, Li Feng discarded all stray thoughts. To hell with any traps. To hell with mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind.
None of that crap mattered to him.
He wanted his own people alive.
As for the enemy, they were better off dead.
The sword in Li Feng’s hand had been snatched away, and the opponent’s Flying Claw was almost impervious to his Thunder Flame. Getting close to the man was extremely difficult. Leng Feiying was far cooler and more composed than that impulsive Leng Xueying from before.
And he was even stronger.
He wielded the Flying Claw to a consummate level, nearly flawless.
If Li Feng didn’t close the distance, it would be nearly impossible to grab him.
Li Feng glanced at the Eagle Claw Arm beside him. This arm had been cut off Leng Xueying’s body, and the arm was not solid—it was hollow.
Leng Xueying’s original arm had been burned to ashes the instant it left his body. To counter this Flying Divine Claw, he had to use a Spiritual Weapon forged from the same Dragon Blood Gold.
This thought flashed through Li Feng’s mind, and he directly thrust his hand into the Eagle Claw Arm.
"Heh. Heaven’s sins may yet be forgiven. One’s own sins, never."
"You think you’re worthy of the Candle Dragon Eagle Claw?"
Rip.
The moment Li Feng’s hand slid into the claw, a row of barbs popped out from inside the Candle Dragon Eagle Claw and sank straight into his arm.
The next second, the Candle Dragon Eagle Claw started devouring Li Feng’s qi and blood, and a wisp of Candle Dragon Spark seeped into his Bloodline.
In an instant, Li Feng felt like he had fallen into a cold cellar, his body shivering for no reason. The Candle Dragon Fire carried a strange chill.
Leng Feiying watched as frost rapidly crawled over half of Li Feng’s body and sneered inwardly. "Among the thirteen Spiritual Weapons forged from Blood Dragon Gold, this Candle Dragon Eagle Claw is the most sinister. They say that to make it bloodthirsty, they specifically fused in the fangs of bloodthirsty insects."
"This Candle Dragon Eagle Claw constantly devours its wielder’s fresh blood to evolve itself. You could say it’s a growth-type Spiritual Weapon. But likewise, this Weapon also devours its master."
"If not for that, how do you think the Candle Dragon Eagle Claw ended up in the hands of that hotheaded Xue Ying? Anyone who uses this Weapon will live at most thirty years."
"Oh, right, there’s one more thing I forgot to mention. Blood Dragon Gold comes from the Blood Dragon Pool, so it’s tainted with the properties of Candle Dragon Fire. Without the Bloodline granted by Old Ancestor Candle Dragon, forget mastering this Spiritual Weapon—at the very instant you touch and activate it, the Candle Dragon Spark on the Weapon will flow along your meridians into your body."
"And once the Candle Dragon Spark enters your body, there’s only one outcome—you’ll be devoured by Candle Dragon Fire. Of course, there’s one tiny exception: fusing the Candle Dragon Spark and becoming Lord Candle Dragon’s Fire Envoy."
"Oh, in other words, even if you never betray Ancestor Dragon City, it’s useless. This wisp of Fire Seeds can’t be dispelled. When you encounter the Candle Dragon Demon Ancestor, you’ll either submit... or he’ll ignite that Fire Seeds."
"Boom."
Li Feng felt that Candle Dragon Spark slide along his meridians and sink into his Dantian. He tried to devour it with Domineering Thunder Flame, but the Candle Dragon Spark formed a light barrier that blocked the Domineering Thunder Flame.
Even though this Fire Seeds was very weak, like a single spark, Li Feng still found it hard to deal with.
"Don’t even think about using your Vermilion Bird Blood to devour the Candle Dragon Spark. It’s useless. If it could be devoured, how could the Candle Dragon Demon Ancestor have grievously wounded the Vermilion Bird?"
"Li Feng, I know what you’re waiting for. The people at First Line Pass are fishing. It’s not like we aren’t fishing too. What you see here isn’t even close to all our strength."
"The Ten Demon Hall is far stronger than you think, Li Feng. You’ve already run out of roads. Back then, Ancestor Dragon City slaughtered countless noble Families over Bloodline Power, and now they treat Bloodline Power like a monstrous scourge."
"You really think that once they know you carry a Candle Dragon Spark, they’ll still trust you?"
