Chapter 331: Chapter 280: Taizu of Southern Chen
Du Chengfeng, engaged in battle, was extremely angry.
For the first time, he encountered a monster that could match him. For the first time, he had the opportunity to apply his current set of combat strategies. Two happy events combined should have made him happier...
So who stole his monster?
"Come out!"
Du Chengfeng, having just finished warming up, was unprecedentedly furious when someone took his prize. The Heavy Great Saber in his hand erupted in fierce flames; clearly, the saber was also angry.
Yet just as the angry Du Chengfeng was scanning the surroundings, ready to deal with the monster thief, a towering figure descended from the clouds.
Even when measured against those strong men, the figure was excessively tall. A height of nearly thirty feet was not humanly possible, but the giant had no Celestial God-like arrogance on his face. Rather, there was a touch of human-like compassion, which made the pairing of a noble dragon robe and such a face subtly discordant.
But more importantly, Du Chengfeng recognized this face.
"Why is it you?"
Du Chengfeng was stunned.
Of course, how could he not recognize it? Even if this face were turned to ashes, he would recognize it—or rather, he witnessed this very face turn to ashes—this was the Taizu of Southern Chen who he effectively killed by his own hands.
Strictly speaking, this unnamed giant was exhausted to the point of self-destruction, but judging by the outcome of the battle, he lived, the unnamed giant died, rounding it up, indeed he won.
"Ah..."
Since they were acquaintances, Du Chengfeng had no intention of fighting. After all, considering their deathmatch, he and the unnamed giant had some sort of rapport, and if the other chose to show up for the monster-hunting, a little concession wasn’t a big deal for the sake of their relationship.
"What a pity, it should have been my thrill."
With a sigh, Du Chengfeng flew to the side, preparing to greet after the fight was over.
However, the Taizu of Southern Chen did not seem to recognize him either and focused on dealing with the grotesque Angel. Fifteen razor-sharp blades danced up and down, making Du Chengfeng frown—he had fought the unnamed giant before, so he knew the other’s strength was far beyond this. If he wanted to eliminate the grotesque Angel, a direct, heavy punch would do.
As a humanoid weapon, the unnamed giant himself was the best blade, yet he ignored the finest weapon and opted to poke with toothpicks. What was he doing?
This level of attack might be fine for mowing down grass, but is this strategy suitable for dealing with such a powerful singular monster?
"Even such terrifying tactics can’t defeat that monster?"
In the corner of Forget Sorrow Village, the terrified Tao Wuli was already sweating profusely.
When the Taizu of Southern Chen appeared, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart. Before a manifestation of a divine figure, a mere grotesque monster was nothing but a clay chicken and pottery dog—yet the longer the Taizu fought, the more frightened Tao Wuli became, because despite the grotesque monster being severely wounded, it was actually unharmed.
In contrast, the Taizu of Southern Chen had already exhausted all his moves.
Fifteen Divine Soldiers and treasures formed Southern Chen’s ultimate force. Back then, the Southern Chen Taizu swept the enemy army, undefeated with these fifteen Divine Soldiers and treasures.
But why?
Even Southern Chen’s ultimate force couldn’t handle this monster summoned by foreigners?
Facing the grotesque monster with numerous eyes, Tao Wuli ultimately hesitated.
It was at this moment that the grotesque monster’s claws pierced the chest of the Taizu of Southern Chen.
"What...?"
Watching the gradual disappearance of the Taizu in midair, all the present Chen people were dumbfounded.
Though the Dengzhou people were prepared to revolt, they were ostensibly Chen people, and as such, how could they not have heard of the unparalleled courage of the Taizu of Southern Chen—until just now, they all thought the Taizu would demolish the grotesque monster, easily slicing it down.
Yet now...
Even the mightiest of Chen people couldn’t match the monster of foreigners?
Are we Chen people truly inferior to these foreigners?
"Ah..."
With the disappearance of the Southern Chen Taizu, a void seemed to form in the hearts of the remaining Dengzhou people.
The remaining Dengzhou people, the liberated citizens of Forget Sorrow Village, and Tao Wuli, their minds plunged into blankness.
Even Du Chengfeng briefly froze.
"This is the power of the gods! This is divine sanctuary!"
The foreign elder shouted, and the foreigners echoed his cries, worshipping the massive monster with eyes burning with fervor.
Originally, when the vast giant appeared, they had worried the enemy might also harness the power of the Promised Land, even summoning their heretical entities—an idea utterly unacceptable to the foreigners—but reality proved this was just another trial. Those so-called formidable enemies were nothing but a clay chicken and pottery dog, only solidifying their faith.
Indeed, they were the chosen ones, selected by the gods, undefeated and invincible!
"What can you do now! What can you lowly people possibly do!"
"...Insult?"
In midair, Du Chengfeng slightly furrowed his brows.
He was not the same as those Chen people; he was merely amazed at the stupidity of the Taizu of Southern Chen—leaving an sure-kill heavy punch unused, yet poking with toothpicks. This was hardly a method an unnamed giant would typically employ; it was too abstract.
Yet his hesitation was apparently misinterpreted as some form of fear?
"...Fine."
Sighing, Du Chengfeng raised his right hand.
His right hand bore a large pierced hole; the bloody, ragged flesh still dripped with blood.
Clearly, from the beginning, he had been fighting solely with his left hand.
But now...
"Then I won’t hold back for you."
Saying this, Du Chengfeng blew air onto his mutilated right hand.
Instantly, twisted flesh buds grew on the blood-soaked right hand.
Within moments, the entire right hand had fully regenerated.
"Forcing me to relinquish favoring one hand for both hands, you do have some skill."
The fully restored right hand reached back, and Du Chengfeng drew another large saber adorned with phoenix bird patterns.
This saber also ignited with gray-black flames.
With two flaming sabers raised high, Du Chengfeng flew towards the grotesque Angel not far away.
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