Chapter 329: Chapter 278: Angel
The one who came was an enemy, and a formidable enemy at that.
Although at present the village of Taoyuan is already embroiled in battle, it’s merely comparable to a street brawl for Du Chengfeng. If he wanted to, he wouldn’t even need to make a move; just by shouting, he could use the surge of Evil Qi to knock both fighting sides to the ground.
However, that old foreigner in the distance was entirely different.
The old foreigner blocking the entrance seemed ordinary at first glance, but once he swung that sling, a certain aura emerged—not even Evil Qi, for Du Chengfeng sensed no malevolent intent. Compared to the chaotic and dark Evil Qi, the killing intent just displayed was overly pure and extremely focused.
If one had to describe it with something...
It was more akin to the blazing saber in his hand or the Bladeless Sword.
"Hiss..."
At this thought, Du Chengfeng couldn’t help but take a sharp breath.
No one was more aware than he of how formidable these two weapons were. Unlike many vicious weapons that could negatively affect their wielders, these two had reached a level of purity—where other weapons imbued with Evil Qi still counted as malevolent instruments, these two had entered the realm of Divine Soldiers.
And now, the sling in that old foreigner’s hand was also a Divine Soldier.
"And a long-range Divine Soldier at that."
Seeing the sling wrapped around another stone, Du Chengfeng’s expression darkened slightly.
A melee Divine Soldier could execute wide-range attacks, allowing the bearer to take on many opponents at once.
But what characteristic did a long-range Divine Soldier possess?
Silent and unnoticeable.
Another shooting star streaked across the sky.
Du Chengfeng suddenly understood.
Extremely precise, extremely violent.
And of an utmost speed.
Beyond seven steps, long-range meant fast and precise!
"Zheng—"
Like a shooting star, the stone struck the Heavy Great Saber, unexpectedly shattering this steel-made weapon on the spot!
However, it only shattered the saber.
"The stone is indeed faster than the saber."
Du Chengfeng squinted his eyes, looking at the distant foreign elder.
"But I am faster than you."
"Heh, devil."
Catching sight of the flaming saber, the foreign elder carrying the sling’s face also darkened.
"The flames of the devil, those who have sold their souls to the devil, are the enemy of God!"
Saying this, the foreign elder swung the sling again.
The enemy wielding the devil’s power was indeed frightening, but no matter—just as God’s power can shatter steel blades, this sling, passed down from the former king, must smash these lowly people like clay pots!
"Die!"
The stone in the sling once more turned into a meteor, hurtling toward the devil’s position.
But this time, something met the meteor head-on.
It was a section of the saber blade, still ablaze even after falling to the ground. Somehow it floated back up and, like an arrow being shot, precisely intercepted the streaking light.
"What..."
The foreign elder was stunned.
The charged sling stone and the hastily risen blade fragment collided precisely and proved equally matched—this single confrontation alone displayed the vast difference between the two sides.
It must be noted, he had just relied on a sneak attack to cripple the opponent’s right hand.
Giving up one hand, even conceding the first move, yet still precisely intercepting the stone hurled from the former king’s sling—this kind of prowess...
"Bring the crook staff."
Taking a deep breath, the old foreigner extended his hand to his companion behind him.
With such a heavy demeanor, it was clear he was prepared to risk it all.
But Du Chengfeng had no intention of risking it against the old man—letting him have one hand was already a show of respect, so as the elder’s hand reached for the crook staff, a sharp blade surged from the ground, slyly bypassing his wrists.
A pair of emaciated hands fell to the ground, blood spraying everywhere.
"If you can’t fight, don’t fight. Why such aggression?"
With a single move, he disabled the opponent’s hands, leaving Du Chengfeng shaking his head repeatedly.
While the old man’s attack might have seemed fierce just now, his grasp on timing and vigilance toward his opponent was indeed far too lacking—in terms of overall skill, he fell even behind the Yin people and nameless giants he had battled before. At least with them, sneak attacks seldom succeeded, but now...
"I won’t pay for your medicine; go home and stitch it up. Perhaps it can be reattached."
"You..."
The old foreigner was seething, his eyes almost spewing fire.
"This is our homeland—a land bestowed upon us by God! This land of milk and honey, it is the eternal home of the people chosen by God!"
Even with both hands severed, the foreign elder continued to roar angrily.
"An Angel will come to slay you devil, turning you into a pillar of salt!"
"Angel?"
Du Chengfeng found this amusing, reminding him of those birdmen with white wings.
But this concept was something he knew from long ago—could such a thing truly exist in this world? That would indeed be interesting. At least those birdmen were quite presentable; capturing a few for display to villagers every day might be worthwhile...
"...Hmm?"
Du Chengfeng’s expression changed.
To his surprise, there really were white wings breaking through the clouds, appearing before him. But even more surprising was that hanging from those wings was not a humanoid figure—it looked more like some kind of animal like a lion or an ox with sharp claws, but no teeth. Du Chengfeng didn’t even see a mouth on its body; all he saw were countless eyes.
Indeed, it wasn’t just a pair or two, but a whole mass of densely packed eyes, and now those eyes were glaring at Du Chengfeng on the ground with fiery anger.
As if they were looking at something filthy.
"Ugh!"
That creature with white wings hadn’t reacted yet, but Du Chengfeng first threw up his breakfast.
The sight of those densely packed eyes was overly nauseating. Combined with that large swarm of flies from before, Du Chengfeng suddenly started feeling queasy.
After the appearance of the creature, the two fighting groups abruptly stopped. The people from Dengzhou were shocked in place, not knowing what kind of creature they were facing—even the foreigners were speechless, standing there in a daze.
As for the foreign elder, he couldn’t speak for a long time.
"An Angel, does it truly exist?"
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