Throne of Seals: White Tiger's Power Lock, I am the God of War

Chapter 92 Two Title-Level Battles, An Epic Clash!

For the first time, Feng Xiu, who was suspended above the clouds, showed a hint of surprise on his face.

He hadn't expected that a human cub could withstand his casual attack. Although the opponent seemed to be at its last gasp, its strength and will had exceeded his expectations.

"Interesting." Feng Xiu's voice carried a hint of amusement as he pressed down with his right hand, applying slightly more pressure.

Instantly, the terrifying pressure surged dramatically, and the crimson-gold pillar of light was forced to bend and deform, covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

"puff--"

Feng Yao could no longer hold on. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust.

The Tiger Roar Nebula's spirit body also became dim and lifeless, and could disintegrate at any moment.

Upon seeing this, Qin Lie and the others' expressions changed drastically. They wanted to rush forward to provide support, but they were pinned to the spot by the oppressive aura emanating from Feng Xiu and could only watch helplessly as Feng Yao fell.

Feng Xiu looked at Feng Yao lying on the ground, her purple vertical pupils showing no emotion whatsoever, as if she had merely crushed an ant.

He slowly withdrew his right hand, and the terrifying pressure dissipated.

"Is this all the power you have?" Feng Xiu's voice carried a hint of disappointment. "It seems that's all there is to it."

Amidst the smoke and dust, Feng Yao struggled to get up. His body had multiple fractures, and his breath was extremely weak.

But in his eyes, the indomitable fighting spirit remained undiminished.

"It's not over yet..." Feng Yao used his last bit of strength to squeeze out these words through gritted teeth.

"Little one, you've done very well."

Ling Xiao, the current priest and temple master of Zhennanguan, stood in front of Feng Yao, his eyes filled with helplessness at his own lack of strength and relief at seeing the future of the alliance.

Behind him were a group of eighth-tier powerhouses from the Priest Temple, as well as two other Emperor-level Demon Hunter groups.

But everyone's expression was extremely solemn, and fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

Facing the current Demon Emperor, even if all the human powerhouses of Zhennan Pass were gathered together, it would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

But they had to step up; Feng Yao, this young man, had already done enough.

It's time for these old guys to give their lives for the league!

"You are the current priest and temple master?" Feng Xiu's voice was calm and undisturbed.

“Exactly,” Ling Xiao replied in a deep voice.

"Take your men and get out!" Feng Xiu calmly glanced at the crowd. "My only target is that brat. You are nothing but a bunch of ants."

"If we do as I say, this city may continue to exist."

Otherwise, slaughter them all!

These words turned all the powerful humans pale, their fists clenched so tightly they cracked, yet none dared to make a move.

"Get out of here in three seconds or you'll die!"

Feng Xiu's voice remained calm, yet it carried an irresistible pressure, like the pronouncement of death.

"three"

The moment the countdown began, the air in the entire Zhennanguan seemed to freeze.

"two"

Fengxiu's countdown was like a death knell, sending chills down the spines of the powerful figures of Zhennan Pass.

At this critical moment, two dazzling pillars of light suddenly tore through the clouds in the sky, one as blazing as the sun and the other as cool as moonlight, instantly breaking through the Demon Emperor's oppressive aura and landing on both sides of the battlefield.

From the pillar of light on the left, a knight clad in golden armor stood, the leader holding a holy sword inlaid with rubies, his face as resolute as a sculpture.

It was none other than Chen Zidian, the fallen demon god!

From the pillar of light on the right, clad in silver and red armor and wielding a long spear, stands Ye Qiu leading the Peerless Nine Heavens Demon Hunter Team!

"The Demon God Emperor is here! Why didn't you give me a heads-up?" Chen Zidian's voice boomed like a bell, and his holy sword pointed at Fengxiu.

Golden spiritual energy condensed into a huge barrier of holy light around him, protecting the soldiers of Zhennan Pass behind it.

Huang Shaotian appeared beside Feng Yao in a flash, and shouted to Qin Lie and the others, "Take him away!"

Qin Lie dared not hesitate any longer and carried Feng Yao on his back. Two eighth-level experts from the Warrior Temple immediately stepped forward to protect him.

The three of them rushed toward the Zhennanguan city gate, stepping on the broken paving stones.

Feng Yao's consciousness teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, only vaguely sensing someone calling his name.

The voice sounded exactly like Huang Shaotian's usual loud and boisterous tone, but at this moment it revealed an unmistakable firmness.

"It's you again!" Feng Xiu's purple vertical pupils swept over Chen Zidian and Ye Qiu, and the dark golden dragon pattern on the thousand-foot-tall demonic shadow suddenly lit up. "It seems you really are tired of living!"

Chen Zidian plunged the holy sword into the ground, and golden spiritual power spread along the sword. Suddenly, countless holy lotus flowers bloomed on the cracked earth of the battlefield, and beams of light rose from the lotus flowers, shooting densely toward Feng Xiu.

"Your Majesty, isn't it the same?"

Feng Xiu chuckled lightly, and with a mere flick of her finger, the light arrows turned to dust mid-journey.

His gaze fell on Ye Qiu, whose spear was already humming like a dragon's roar, and the crimson-gold dragon shadow gathering at the tip of the spear was poised to strike.

"Since you're here, then die!"

Feng Xiu's voice was cold and sharp. His dark gold robe fluttered without wind, and a jet-black dragon-shaped energy suddenly shot out from his sleeve, rushing straight towards the formation of Aoshi Jiutian.

"Insanity!"

Ye Qiu roared and charged forward with his spear. The crimson-gold dragon shadow on the spear roared out, and the moment it collided with the dragon-shaped energy, it unleashed a shockwave powerful enough to overturn mountains.

The members of Aoshi Jiutian were so shocked that they had to retreat repeatedly.

Huang Shaotian's Ice Rain Sword condensed into an ice wall in front of him, barely managing to block the splashing demonic energy, but he was still shaken so badly that his hands went numb.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chen Zidian launched an offensive, and the members of the Fallen Demon God's Guild formed a Holy Light Battle Formation.

Countless golden beams converged into a giant sword a thousand feet long, slashing fiercely at Feng Xiu's demonic shadow: "Judgment of Heavenly Punishment!"

"Little tricks."

Feng Xiu's demonic shadow suddenly expanded, and the dark golden dragon patterns transformed into solid scales covering his entire body, forcefully taking the blow.

The giant sword struck the scales, leaving only a shallow white mark. The recoil caused Chen Zidian to groan, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Is that all you've got? Then you really deserve to die!"

Feng Xiu's voice turned cold, and the thousand-foot-tall demonic shadow suddenly reached out, its five fingers like mountain peaks grabbing towards the Holy Light Battle Array.

Chen Zidian hurriedly activated the battle formation for defense, but the golden light shield shook violently under the demon's claws, and countless cracks spread like a spider web.

"Ye Qiu!" Chen Zidian roared.

Ye Qiu, no longer able to catch his breath, swept his spear out in a crimson-gold arc, forcing back the demonic energy that was rushing towards Aoshi Jiutian. At the same time, he shouted to Huang Shaotian, "Control the left flank!"

Huang Shaotian's Ice Rain Sword transformed into countless cold stars, entangling Feng Xiu's left arm, while Yu Wenzhou chanted a slow incantation from behind the formation.

However, the power of the Demon Emperor was too terrifying, and the slowing spell was shattered as soon as it touched the demonic shadow.

Huang Shaotian's ice star was also swallowed by demonic energy. He was thrown away by an invisible force and crashed into the city wall in the distance, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"Subduing Dragon Soars to the Heavens!"

"The Holy Sword of Demon Slayers!"

The two titled Demon Hunter teams, both at the ninth rank and fourth level, had their leaders go all out and unleash their trump cards.

"Since you are so eager to die, I will grant your wish."

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(End of this chapter)