Simultaneous travel: The group is about to be wiped out

Chapter 102 The Art of Summoning Spirits
boom! ! !
Both sides exerted their strength simultaneously and charged towards each other.

The two figures moved back and forth, exchanging more than a dozen blows in just a few seconds, their two streams of purple energy constantly colliding.

Feeling the force of his opponent, Zhang Wang breathed heavily, his heart pounding. His opponent was very strong, and if this continued, he had no chance of winning. He would probably be defeated in a few moves. The only way to win was to seize the opportunity.

No matter how his heart changed, Zhang Wang's eyes remained calm and undisturbed. This was the strength of a Tang Clan expert. No matter the situation, even if his companion died, he would not waver in the slightest, but would continue with his actions.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Wang suddenly exerted force, using his sleeve to shield himself as he swung forward.

Whoosh! ! !
The black dagger transformed into a streak of black light, emitting a sharp whistling sound, and hurtled towards the opponent's head at incredible speed.

An extreme sense of threat rushed into his mind. Ma Junhao suddenly looked up, his body erupted with purple energy, and his figure rapidly turned.

Bah! ! !
The dagger slashed his cheek, revealing blood.

Without hesitation, Ma Junhao sprang up and instantly appeared in front of Zhang Wang, striking out with a powerful palm.

boom! ! !
Even with the protection of Tang Clan's poisonous energy, Zhang Wang was still struck by this attack and coughed up a mouthful of blood. He bent over and collapsed to the ground, powerless to resist.

Even so, Zhang Wang's expression remained unchanged, and he moved his fingers with all his might.

hiss! ! !
In an instant, another unexpected event occurred. A lifelike blue venomous snake suddenly emerged and lunged at Ma Junhao's back.

Tang Clan's unique skill, Bamboo Leaf Green.

Even with his quick reflexes, he was too late to dodge and had no choice but to swing his arm out to shield himself.

The blue venomous snake showed no mercy, baring its fangs and biting down on the other's arm.

After this attack, the purple energy surged out, instantly scattering the bamboo leaf green energy that had been transformed into qi.

Looking at Zhang Wang on the ground and feeling the changes within his body, Ma Junhao's eyes flashed with shock, and his tone was filled with admiration.

"Friends from the Tang Clan, you certainly have impressive skills. This move is indeed powerful. The poison on the hand spike, combined with the poison from the green snake behind it, would probably kill an ordinary person."

"But, unfortunately, the immortal I borrowed power from also has some skills with poison, so your sect's poisons cannot harm me."

Sure enough, as his voice fell, a purple poisonous aura was forced out of his cheek, while green smoke rose from his arm.

Looking at the corroded wound on his arm and feeling a slight pain from it, the astonishment in the eyes of this Quanxing shaman disciple deepened.

The Tang Clan, indeed, lives up to its reputation as the continent's top assassination sect.

If it were someone else from the same shamanic sect, they probably wouldn't have been able to withstand it...

Ta-da!! Sizzle!!
A series of footsteps approached, accompanied by the sound of something scraping the ground, followed by a cheerful voice.

"Hey, Brother Ma, you're done here too? That was quick. The Lu family members are quite tough to kill. The Ruyi Jin is indeed impressive. Of the three of us, I'm the only one left alive."

A shirtless young man emerged from the woods, blood streaming from his forehead, dragging a corpse in his arms.

Wang Meng is a master of Quanxing, a naturally gifted individual. He can transform Qi into sharp blades and wield them with ease. He is also the Quanxing member with the best relationship with Ma Junhao.

Wang Meng casually tossed the corpse of the Lu family expert aside, yawned, and stretched his arms. He then noticed the wounds on Ma Junhao's face and was surprised.

"What happened? With your strength, you failed? That shouldn't be the case. All the powerful people aren't here. Who could possibly hurt you?"

"Is this a skilled member of the Tang Clan on the ground?"

Seeing the other party remain silent, Wang Meng chuckled lightly, said nothing more, and waved his hand.

"Let's kill us and leave quickly. I don't feel safe here. You and I both know that our Quanxing group has very little chance of winning this battle. Uh, I guess we don't have much chance at all."

"Now that we have killed some of the best of the righteous path, that is enough. According to what Old Man Xuanyuan said, we have now met the standard, and there is no burden for us to leave here."

Before the battle began, Xuanyuan Mu had instructed the Quanxing members that if they wanted to withdraw from the battlefield, they had to kill at least one enemy.

Although the Quanxing people didn't take these rules seriously at all, most of them abided by the principle because of Xuanyuan Mu's prestige, since their goal in this battle was to kill all the righteous factions.

After saying this, Wang Meng reached out and massaged his neck, casually saying, "Brother Ma, if you can't handle it, then let me make a move. I've never killed anyone from the Tang Clan before, have I?"

Unexpectedly, before Ma Junhao could respond, another clear, cold voice rang out behind him.

"Oh, really? You're so eager to kill people from our Tang Clan?"

Ma Junhao, standing in front of him, suddenly narrowed his eyes, his face filled with panic, and he hurriedly spoke angrily:
"Wang Meng, watch out!!"

At that moment, an extreme sense of horror rushed into his mind. Even though it was autumn, Wang Meng felt an unbearable chill that went straight to his bones.

Without any hesitation, a red light flashed in Wang Meng's eyes, and red energy condensed in his palm, transforming into a sharp blade, which he then swung backward suddenly.

But in the instant he turned around, a fair hand came into view and grabbed his head.

The person who came here was Chen Feng.

Then, Chen Feng slightly turned his body, suddenly exerted his strength, grabbed the other person's head and slammed it down heavily.

boom! ! !
A startled sound rang out, raising a cloud of dust.

When the smoke cleared, Wang Meng was found bleeding from all seven orifices, his head embedded in the ground, completely unconscious and barely breathing.

Beside him stood a young man in white, with black hair and black eyes, his gaze calm.

Seeing this scene, even Ma Junhao, who was quite strong, was completely stunned. No one expected that the best fighters in the Quanxing Sect would not even be able to withstand a single blow from the opponent.

In an instant, Ma Junhao reacted without hesitation, immediately lifting Zhang Wang off the ground and placing his sharp, knife-like hand against his throat.

"Let Wang Meng go, or I'll kill him!"

After saying that, he paused, his eyes flickered slightly, and sensing the powerful aura of the other party, he couldn't help but add, "We were all forced into this battle. That move just now should be the Tang Clan's ultimate technique, Illusionary Body Barrier. How about we release the people we're holding at the same time?"

"Furthermore, I can assure you that the two of us will leave here immediately and will no longer participate in this battle."

Upon hearing this, the hot-tempered Zhang Wangqiang forced himself to shout, "Brother Feng, don't worry about me, kill these two Quanxing beasts..."

Ma Junhao frowned slightly, grabbed Zhang Wang by the throat, controlled the force, making it difficult for him to breathe, turning his face purple, and rendering him unable to make any sound.

The atmosphere in the room immediately fell silent.

Faced with the other party's threat, Chen Feng chuckled lightly, followed by a clear, cold voice.

"You think you're worthy of negotiating with me?!"

boom! ! !
Chen Feng stomped hard on the chest of the man on the ground. In an instant, Wang Meng, who was already breathing weakly, suddenly opened his eyes, his body gradually stiffened, and he completely stopped breathing.

Faced with this scene, even the usually composed Ma Junhao was stunned. "Damn, you're so fierce, you just killed him like that."

No, that doesn't make sense. Shouldn't there be some back and forth to exchange hostages?

Realizing what was happening, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He could kill too. With that thought, Ma Junhao didn't hesitate for a moment. He stared warily at Chen Feng in front of him, tightening his grip on Zhang Wang's throat.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Chen Feng's eyes changed, and a scarlet kaleidoscope appeared in his eyes.

Instantly, an extremely ominous feeling rushed into his heart. Ma Junhao thought to himself, "This is bad." He hurriedly tried to close his eyes, but it was too late.

Kaleidoscope illusion activated.

His entire body, which was exerting force, suddenly stiffened and stopped in place, without making any further movement.

Taking advantage of the moment, Chen Feng's figure disappeared from the spot at lightning speed. He activated one of the Six Styles of the Navy, Cry.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Ma Junhao. Without any words, he raised his right leg and quickly exerted force.

boom! ! !
Ma Junhao shot out like a cannonball and crashed heavily into a grove of trees in the distance.

The immense force struck, sending grass and trees flying and raising clouds of dust.

Zhang Wang, who had regained his breathing, took deep breaths and looked at Chen Feng beside him with a smile on his face.

"Brother Feng, thanks to you, we almost got caught by this guy."

Chen Feng nodded without saying anything more. He activated the Qi within his body and unleashed one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, the Dual-Handed Technique.

The red energy gathered, and a red hand appeared, landing on Zhang Wang's chest.

Just a few seconds later, when Chen Feng withdrew his spell, Zhang Wang's injuries had completely healed.

"Okay, you go somewhere else first, I'll kill this guy here."

Feeling his body fully restored, Zhang Wang's face revealed unconcealed shock. That move was impressive.

Recognizing that this was not a Tang Clan secret technique, Zhang Wang did not ask any further questions, but simply nodded.

"Okay, Brother Feng, be careful, I'm leaving now."

Zhang Wang had no concern for Chen Feng's safety; his performance had already proven his strength.

With his powerful cultivation and extraordinary skills, and having mastered the Tang Clan's unique technique, Dan Shi, many disciples privately believed that Chen Feng's strength was already on par with Tang Bingwen's.

After Zhang Wang left, Chen Feng turned his gaze to the distant forest, sensing the power within, his eyes slightly narrowed.

This kid's got some skills; I managed to kick him to death.

Whoosh! ! !
A cold wind blew by, rustling the leaves in the forest.

A deep voice echoed from the depths of the forest.

"Young man Ma Junhao, please invite the Tiger Lord to descend upon you!!"

As the sound faded, a dense mass of black energy surged forth from afar and descended below.

A figure slowly walked out, shrouded in black energy; it was Ma Junhao.

His once ordinary face had undergone a dramatic transformation; his hair and beard stood on end in anger, and the image of a prince faintly appeared on his forehead. He exuded an aura of majesty, though the blood flowing from the corner slightly disrupted the atmosphere.

The ultimate skill of a shamanic disciple is to summon spirits to his body.

Looking at Chen Feng ahead, the possessing tiger demon's eyes flashed with a hint of caution, and it spoke in a deep voice.

"Young man, that guy up ahead is no pushover. This is going to be a bit tricky."

Before Ma Junhao could respond, Chen Feng's eyes were calm, and with a flash, he made another move.

With a flash, Chen Feng reappeared, his expression unchanged, already standing in front of Ma Junhao. Without holding back, he reached out his right hand straight for his opponent.

Faced with this attack, the tiger demon snorted coldly, slightly clenched its five fingers to form a tiger claw, and also reached out to grab the opponent.

"Kid, even if I can't use my full strength, dealing with you shouldn't be a problem..."

Before they could finish speaking, their palms met, and an extreme force emanated from Chen Feng's hand.

Click! ! !

The sound of bones breaking rang out, and with just one strike, Ma Junhao, who was possessed by the tiger demon, was severely injured.

After the attack, Chen Feng continued his movements without stopping, his palm still moving with undiminished force. He activated the Mangekyou Sharingan's Haku, and white flames rose from his five fingers.

Bai Xu can burn not only his physical body but also his soul power, making him the most suitable opponent for fox demons in this state.

A flash of white light, and Chen Feng's hand, wreathed in white flames, landed on Ma Junhao's chest, grabbing the rest of his body and suddenly lifting him high.

White flames attached, and the soul began to burn.

The tiger demon, lifted up, blazed with boundless rage. A demon immortal with considerable cultivation had been treated this way by a mere outsider! Ignoring the burning pain, it roared, "You wretched brat! If I were here in my true form, I would skin you alive! It hurts so much, ah..."

Chen Feng chuckled at the fox demon's insults, his deep black eyes meeting the tiger's.

"How arrogant! You dare to kill me? No need for all that trouble. Tell me your location, and I will personally visit you on a chosen day."

Looking into the other's cold eyes, the angry tiger demon felt a trace of fear and could only let out a cold snort.

Chen Feng shook his head at this, calling him a useless bum who only knew how to talk. He couldn't be called a so-called immortal; at most, he was just a tiger with some cultivation. Calling him a demon would be more accurate.

Without saying anything more, a glint of light flashed in Chen Feng's eyes. He slightly turned his body, suddenly exerted force with his arm, and slammed it down heavily.

boom! ! !
A loud crash rang out, and Ma Junhao, possessed by a tiger demon, crashed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his breath weak.

After glancing at it, Chen Feng flicked a finger, and with a thought, white flames blazed, accompanied by a scream, and the tiger demon vanished completely, leaving only one sentence behind.

"Young Ma, you're done for. Good luck to you. If all else fails, we'll have to ask that important person to intervene..."

A plume of black smoke rose, and Ma Junhao regained consciousness. However, due to his injuries, he had no strength to resist and collapsed weakly to the ground.

He struggled to lift his head, staring in horror at the young man in white before him.

The spirit he invited was defeated by the opponent in just a few moves. This is just too unreasonable!

Regardless of what the other party thought, Chen Feng didn't pay much attention. With a slight flick of his sleeve, the black dagger slid into his palm.

The ability to manipulate objects is put to use, allowing them to float in one's hand and be aimed at the opponent's head.

With a flick of his finger, a streak of black light shot out...

(End of this chapter)