"Injured this severely, itâs best not to struggle anymore," the Flower Raccoon Leader said loftily.
Before him, this powerful warrior of the Human Race, at full strength, he had not even a sliver of confidence in defeating.
But at this moment, with Xing Tiexin so gravely injured he couldnât even stand, if he still couldnât deal with him, then he was a leader in vain.
"Come!" Xing Tiexin pressed his lips together, staring at the Flower Raccoon Leader, ready to draw his long blade at any moment.
The Flower Raccoon Leader was afraid that the white-robed ones above might change their mind, missing this hard-won, precious blood meal.
Without hesitation, he turned into his demon beast form, a raccoon cat with gray fur all over, as large as a leopard, several meters in length!
He lunged at Xing Tiexin with wide-open jaws.
Just as Xing Tiexin, disregarding his injuries, was about to fight for his life, a figure crashed through trees and rocks like teleporting, appearing before him.
In a flash of thunder and lightning, the Flower Raccoon Leader was caught off guard, as the figure pressed down on its beastly head, slamming it hard into the ground.
Under the immense impact, the leader had no means to resist, his head suffering a heavy blow, instantly losing his ability to think.
Purple-golden flames erupted from the figureâs palm, relentlessly bombing the leaderâs head.
The ground quaked, fissuring with giant patterns, ceasing only after a few breaths.
"Spare me, spare me..." the Flower Raccoon Leader, on the verge of losing consciousness, instinctively begged for mercy.
Xing Tiexin hesitated for a moment, then relaxed slightly upon seeing who it was.
"Whatâs the situation?" Song Changming landed, picking up the mangled Flower Raccoon Leader, looking at Xing Tiexin.
At this moment, Xing Tiexin was in a dismal state, with multiple fatal wounds. If not for his tenacious life force as a Martial Artist, he might have died three to five times over.
If he hadnât arrived in time, Xing Tiexin really might have died here!
"I donât know either. I accidentally found this place; that desolate mountain should be the Flower Raccoon tribeâs lair," Xing Tiexin said while swallowing several Healing Pills to stabilize his injuries.
"But thatâs not important; those two guys above are very strong, you have to be careful, Changming!" Xing Tiexin pointed upward and said sullenly.
Song Changming had long since locked onto the two mysterious white-robed figures.
It appeared that these two unexpected white-robed figures nearly killed Xing Tiexin.
"Are you from the Human Race?!" Song Changming asked with a frown.
Sensing no demon qi on them, it was obvious they werenât from the Flower Raccoon tribe. Judging by their physique and hidden aura, they were likely mysterious strong beings from the Human Race.
He simply couldnât understand why such powerful beings would specifically aid a group of Flower Raccoon demons.
One of the white-robed figures had already taken notice of Song Changming early on.
Despite the cover of the white robe, Song Changming could still sense a chilling gaze, quite unfriendly.
"Are they specifically targeting us?!" Song Changming pondered inwardly.
At this time, one of the white-robed figures suddenly spoke.
"Thereâs one more; should be arriving soon."
He had no intention of rescuing the Flower Raccoon Leader from defeat.
Even if the entire Flower Raccoon tribe were exterminated at this moment, it wouldnât matter to him.
These raccoon cats were just crude tools he manipulated at will, destroyed if necessary.
Then, from afar came the sound of something cutting through the air.
In the blink of an eye, a Gang Qi-surging Yang Zhen arrived by Xing Tiexinâs side, protecting him.
His gaze shifted, quickly scanning the current situation.
He noted Xing Tiexinâs injuries, the Flower Raccoon Leader in Song Changmingâs hands, the generals lying scattered on the ground, and the two white-robed figures in mid-air.
Before Yang Zhen could ask any questions, one of the white-robed figures above took action, diving straight towards Yang Zhen.
His descent was swift, arriving above Yang Zhen in an instant, a foot wrapped in Gang Qi, crashing down towards Yang Zhenâs head like a war axe.
Yang Zhen reacted quickly, raising his gun to block the blow.
Their Innate Qi Aura erupted, and Song Changming immediately grabbed Xing Tiexin, leaping away to safety.
He could handle it, but the severely injured Xing Tiexin couldnât withstand the shockwaves from the Gang Qi collision.
Meanwhile, the white-robed figure engaged with Yang Zhen accidentally had his hood shredded by the Gang Qi, revealing his true face.
"Itâs you!" Yang Zhen exclaimed wide-eyed.
Song Changming didnât expect the white-robed attackers would turn out to be a familiar face.
It was Zhao Zun, none other than Zhao Linxinâs biological father.
Years ago, because of Zhao Linxinâs death, he had a fierce conflict with Song Changming, Xing Tiexin, and others.
But that was three years ago.
Unexpectedly, today, he had entangled them again in this manner.
"Zhao Zun, are you mad?" Yang Zhen exclaimed in shock, then immediately shouted in anger.
"Rest assured, Iâm fine. But today, the three of you are going to die!" Zhao Zun said grimly, his lips curling in a sinister smile.
"You!" Yang Zhen wanted to say more, but was soon overwhelmed by a fierce offensive.
All that remained was the rumbling sound of turbulent Gang Qi collisions.
In fact, there was nothing more to say. Without questioning, it was easy to guess the reason Zhao Zun was so hell-bent on taking them down must be because of Zhao Linxinâs death.
This seemed to have become Zhao Zunâs unyielding obsession.
Only by killing the three of them could he get past this hurdle.
Another explosion, Gang Qi energy whipped up a hurricane, spreading all around.
Yang Zhen retreated hundreds of meters, his expression grim.
Clearly, he had sensed Zhao Zunâs determination to kill them here.
"Do you realize the consequences of doing this?" Yang Zhen gritted his teeth.
"Consequences! What consequences! A few lowly individuals like you, killing you, who would stand up for you?" Zhao Zun looked down from within the energy storm, laughing arrogantly.
"Besides, itâs been three years now and weâre in this remote place, who would suspect me, who would question me for your sake?
Everyone will just think you died incompetently during a mission, exterminated by the Flower Raccoon Demon tribe! Isnât it so?"
Zhao Zun, having held back for three years, finally felt he had achieved his desire at this moment.
Today, Song Changming and the others couldnât possibly leave alive!
"General!" Feng Xingzhuo and others finally arrived at this time.
"This, this is..." Guan Yuntai looked at Zhao Zun in mid-air, puzzled.
He recognized Zhao Zun but didnât understand why he appeared here and opposed Yang Zhen.
Zhao Zun paid no mind to these generals.
In his eyes, these people would soon be dead.
Song Changming didnât say much either, handing Xing Tiexin over to Feng Xingzhuo.
"Take him somewhere safe to heal!"
"Changming..." Xing Tiexin looked at Song Changming, rare concern on his face.
The fact that Zhao Zun dared to reveal his identity today meant it was a fight to the death.
And the opponent certainly had something to rely on!
"Let me catch my breath, Iâll be back soon!" Xing Tiexin gritted his teeth.
Song Changming nodded, his gaze finally landing on Meng Shuxuan in the group, meeting her ice-cold eyes.
Just as he was about to say something, the other white-robed figure in the sky moved, clearly intending not to let Xing Tiexin get away.
Song Changming couldnât let him get his way, immediately bursting with speed, leaping halfway to intercept, drawing his sword without hesitation.
Both the Power Seal and Agility Seal activated.
Second Grade·Great Thunderfire Saber!
Purple-golden fiery lightning covered the blade, slicing through the air with a roar.
Since the opponent was Zhao Zunâs accomplice, likely his source of confidence.
Hence, on this first strike, Song Changming dared not hold back!
Clang!
Their robes flapped wildly from each otherâs Powerful Qi.
Under the opponentâs white robe, an ancient sword was somehow drawn to meet Song Changmingâs strike.
With a loud crash, Song Changmingâs strike of over ten thousand pounds of strength failed to kill as before, didnât even force the opponent back.
On that ancient sword, wisps of pure white Gang Qi coiled together, withstanding his blow.
"Such strong Gang Qi!" Song Changming felt tense inside.
The power of his strike was completely offset by the opponentâs thrust!
The opponentâs robe hood was blown off by the fierce wind, revealing a somewhat aged face.
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