Urban All-Round Master

"Heavenly Painting Halberd!" Lin Zifeng shouted.

He couldn’t obtain the Heavenly Touching Zither. All hopes were pinned onto the Heavenly Painting Halberd. As long as it could return to his hands, even if it couldn’t kill the Holy Master of Nine Skies, at least it would be difficult for them to easily deal with Lin Zifeng. The current Lin Zifeng was not someone who could be killed easily.

"Buzz... Buzz... Buzz..."

The Heavenly Painting Halberd pulsated violently. It was vigorously restrained by several Great Eastern Kings. Breaking free was extremely difficult. After all, it was just a Holy Artifact and not a Divine Artifact, incapable of overcoming several Eastern Kings.

Bang!

The War Arrow charged at Lin Zifeng’s face, and in the emergency, all he could do was counter it with the Heavenly Hand. The War Arrow was shattered, and his arms were bleeding profusely from the impact!

"The second arrow was caught, but there’s a third one. Let’s see if you can catch the third arrow!" The Holy Master of Nine Skies was engrossed in shooting. Five war arrows, gleaming coldly, were all lined up on his war bow, and with a flick of his fingers, the five war arrows whooshed toward Lin Zifeng in the void.

"Heh heh, this time I want to see what power you have to resist my Blast Rock Divine Arrows!" The Holy Master of Nine Skies grinned maliciously. He knew best the power of his war arrows. Each war arrow was a Blast Rock Divine Arrow. Once they hit their target, even if they couldn’t kill him, as soon as they made contact, the arrows would instantly explode. The resulting force would definitely smash everything!

No matter how strong Lin Zifeng’s body was, he stood no chance against those Blast Rock Divine Arrows. He couldn’t believe they wouldn’t kill him.

"Not good! The power of those war arrows is very strong. If the young Lin cannot withstand them, he will surely be severely injured!" Jia Zhenjing could see the power of those war arrows, but he couldn’t help him, only worrying along with everyone else that Lin Zifeng might die before them in this battle.

"You guys deal with that kid, I’ll go kill the others." The Qingchi Saintess had an idea, a terrifying plan forming in her mind. Since she couldn’t kill Lin Zifeng at the moment, it was the perfect time to kill the defenseless people of the Holy Hall. They were already seriously injured; killing them posed no difficulty.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh...

"I’ll help you," Mo Xiangxi, the Ghost King of Zhoushan, laughed wildly. Lin Zifeng was trapped, and the Heavenly Painting Halberd was restrained by several Eastern Kings. Even if they couldn’t kill Lin Zifeng at once, they could kill everyone else first. Most people in the Holy Hall and Beiming were severely injured, and this would surely devastate the people of the Holy Hall. Thinking of this, Mo Xiangxi hesitated not, joining the Qingchi Saintess in assaulting the people of the Holy Hall.

"Damn it. I didn’t expect you so-called Eastern Kings to be so disgusting. You can’t handle the young Lin, so you turn against us, weak and defenseless. Have you no shame? Aren’t you embarrassed?" Jia Zhenjing was furious. It’s often said the Eastern Kings are the pride of Huaxia’s East. But now, it seemed, they’re the disgrace of the East.

"Dead Dog, we have no more choices. In this disaster, we don’t even know if we’ll survive. Do you have the guts to join me in a last stand, even if we can’t kill them all? Taking a few down with us is worth it." Jia Zhenjing gritted his teeth, almost bursting with anger.

"Damn it! Don’t call me Dead Dog, address me as Lord Ao. I’ve lived so long and never seen such shameless people. We agreed on a fair fight, but in the end, there’s no fair fight. They use disgusting tactics to nauseate us. These people are truly repulsive."

All along, the handsome one thought he was shameless enough, but these so-called Eastern Kings turned out to be even more despicable. It’s truly an infuriating matter.

"Bring it on!"

The handsome one assumed a battle stance.

Learning human traits, it even stood on its hind legs like a Kung Fu Panda, but before perfecting the stance, they had already reached him. Even if the two teamed up, their combat power wasn’t formidable. Jia Zhenjing was severely injured, almost dying in a prior battle.

Now, teamed up with Mo Xiangxi, the Ghost King of Zhoushan, and the Qingchi Saintess, they were not a force the two could stop.

"I’ve lived countless years, Lord Ao, and never thought I’d fall here today. Aoo, come at me all at once. Let you Lord Ao kill to his heart’s content." The handsome one spoke with pride. Those unaware might think it a majestic, unrivaled dog of legends. But as Mo Xiangxi, the Ghost King of Zhoushan, approached, he instantly slammed the handsome one flying with a single slap, without any chance of retaliation.

"Damn your ancestors! I’m not ready yet. This counts as a sneak attack on me; it’s unfair! Unfair! Don’t let me catch your wife, or I’ll definitely press her to the ground for three hundred rounds! Three hundred rounds! Aooo, I’ll circle and cross your wives three hundred times!!!"

Whoosh! Jia Zhenjing’s brows furrowed as Mo Xiangxi, the Ghost King of Zhoushan, was a long-standing famed Eastern King. Defeating him quickly would be difficult. In his peak state, a battle might be possible, but now, his injuries left him vulnerable to being slaughtered!

"And you think you can?"

Mo Xiangxi stepped forth, descending from the sky. With a raised hand, he unleashed another Divine Rainbow. Snap!

Whoosh—

Given Jia Zhenjing’s current combat power, he couldn’t stop Mo Xiangxi. There was virtually no suspense; with a slap, Mo Xiangxi sent him flying, blood staining the sky!

"Aoo! Damn you, uncle!" Whoosh! The handsome one landed, again soaring up. With white light sparkling, he had been slapped into rage by Mo Xiangxi, unleashing the power of Sixth Layer Heaven.

"Hiss!"

The Qingchi Saintess, wielding the Qingchi Divine Sword, slashed downward, sparking electric magic with burning flames mid-air.

"Damn! Two against one!" The handsome one trembled, just about to lift the seal and explode forth to confront Mo Xiangxi, but with two Eastern Kings attacking at once, even two heads wouldn’t suffice for the beheading. After all, he wasn’t Lin Zifeng, incapable of facing so many Eastern Kings simultaneously.

"Damn it! Old Mo Ghost, want to duel me one-on-one? What kind of nonsense is two against one?"

"It’s just a beast, no need for too much honor," the Qingchi Saintess paid no heed, her mind solely on killing the handsome one first, then annihilating all of Beiming and the Holy Hall.

Nevertheless, Lin Zifeng was under joint attack by Yao Qingjiao and Yao Chenfeng, yet undefeated, was still suffering. The two were great powers of the Demon God Sect, and teaming up, with two top-grade Holy Artifacts, their power was equivalent to an attack by five Eastern Kings!

"Boom!"

The Eight Diagrams Divine Furnace descended with endless radiance, directly causing Lin Zifeng to spit blood and fall like a broken string on a kite, crashing heavily to the ground. With a thundering crash, the ground rapidly cracked.

Puff...

Blood spurted from his mouth, his bones cracking throughout his body. Covered in wounds, blood flowed down his body relentlessly.

"Suppress!"

Yao Qingjiao did not intend to spare Lin Zifeng, stepping through the void.

"Eternal Suppression!"

At this moment, Yao Qingjiao, holding the Eight Diagrams Divine Furnace, flung it skyward with force. Flames of extremely high temperature swirled around it, akin to heavenly fire. Under Yao Qingjiao’s control, the Eight Diagrams Divine Furnace rotated once.

Ultimately, it descended fiercely like a massive fireball.