Chapter 50: Assassin Wang Qizheng

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Wang Qizheng's eyes brightened, and he immediately sacrificed a silver knife before the beast horde, his toes lightly tapping the tree trunk as he used a light-body technique to soar upward, his palm flinging out the silver knife.

Yu Changsheng sensed danger; his divine sense spread out, locking onto Wang Qizheng's silver knife, his brows furrowing tightly as he set down layer upon layer of pressure to block it!

But the silver knife's speed did not decrease by much.

This knife was, after all, a low-grade magic artifact Wang Qizheng had refined for many years, unlike the Dragon Chant Sword which was a magic artifact not yet fully refined.

"Wood Shield Technique!"

Yu Changsheng shouted sternly, propping up a protective shield before his chest.

The next second, the silver knife stabbed into the protective shield; that powerful force directly shattered the Wood Shield Technique and knocked him off the Iron Eagle King's back, sending him tumbling into the beast horde.

"Wu eh!"

The Iron Eagle King cried out in great alarm, and when it tried to turn back to rescue, Wang Qizheng suddenly flung out a pill.

Yu Changsheng's pupils involuntarily dilated, staring at that pill, horrified.

"Scatter Demon Yuan Pill!"

"Iron Eagle King, quickly hold your breath!"

Simultaneously with issuing the command, Wang Qizheng used his divine sense to control and detonate the Scatter Demon Yuan Pill.

A patch of mist exploded open; medicinal power capable of dispersing demonic beast power spread out, and whether it was the Iron Eagle King or the demonic beasts behind, all inhaled it in the first instant.

"Wu wu! Eh!"

The Iron Eagle King immediately felt the demonic power inside its body become chaotic; its originally soaring body involuntarily descended from midair, its hard wings turning soft and powerless.

"Junior Brother Yu!"

Zhuang Yan's face changed; he formed hand seals and cast the Sword Control Technique, the magic sword circling around him once, repelling several demonic beasts that pounced up, then fiercely stabbing toward Wang Qizheng.

However, Wang Qizheng's lips curled into a smile; a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, and his figure vanished like a phantom beneath Zhuang Yan's attack trajectory.

"Shadow Flash!"

"Overlord Blade!"

When he reappeared, he was already before Zhuang Yan; the dagger in his hand lit up with a red light, and as it slashed out it was like a fierce tiger roaring, a mad demon pouncing to kill.

Seeing this, Zhuang Yan dodged backward while his magic sword stabbed toward the opponent at extreme speed, his palm pushing forward to form a sword-wind protective shield.

But in Wang Qizheng's eyes this bit of defensive measure was merely a trifling skill; the dagger directly sliced through the sword wind, grazing past Zhuang Yan's magic sword and shoulder.

"Pu!"

Under Zhuang Yan's desperate resistance, a deep wound reaching the white bones appeared on his shoulder, and his figure nearly got knocked flying like Yu Changsheng; fortunately the Iron Eagle King stepped on a tree trunk with one foot, stabilizing him.

But the crisis did not resolve because of this; instead it became even more dangerous.

Because of this slash, Zhuang Yan's arm could not be raised; he could only attack by controlling the sword with the magic power inside his body.

The Iron Eagle King's demonic power dispersed; it panted heavily, and whether its claws or wings, none had much strength left — it fundamentally could not withstand Wang Qizheng's attack.

Wang Qizheng's eyes narrowed; in that gaze were three parts mocking ridicule, seven parts killing intent; the dagger rotated a circle in his hand, then viciously stabbed toward the Iron Eagle King.

"You use the pill I refined to deal with me?"

At this moment, Yu Changsheng, who had fallen into the beast horde, lifted his head; fierce light bloomed in his eyes as he roared angrily.

"Chi She Wang!"

"Hong long!"

The Chi She Wang, possessing a massive fleshly body, opened its beast mouth and roared; its tail swept out like a whip, sweeping away thousands of troops, knocking away several approaching First Rank demonic beasts.

"Poison Mist!"

The Chi She Wang spewed out a sheet of flame and poison mist; any demonic beast that approached suffered damage, shrieking as if gone mad, falling into confusion. Taking this opportunity, the Chi She Wang carried Yu Changsheng out of the beast horde, baring its fangs as it pounced to bite toward Wang Qizheng.

"A second tamed beast!" Wang Qizheng was horrified; the dagger originally stabbing at the Iron Eagle King abruptly withdrew, while simultaneously controlling the silver knife to slash at the Chi She Wang.

With his eyesight he could tell the Iron Eagle King had already been poisoned by the Scatter Demon Yuan Pill; even if he did not act, the opponent had lost combat capability.

And more important was the Chi She Wang pouncing right before his eyes!

"Damn it, how does this guy have a First Rank Seventh Layer Chi She Wang!" Wang Qizheng's complexion looked ugly.

A First Rank Seventh Layer Chi She Wang's combat capability is completely different from a Chi She's; especially since the opponent seems to be a mutant species that can spray poison mist! He dared not underestimate the opponent's attack; he brought up the silver knife to slash out three blade beams, then once again cast Shadow Flash and vanished before Yu Changsheng's eyes.

"Peng peng peng!"

When the Chi She Wang shattered the blade beams and lost the opponent's tracks, just as it was about to turn its head to search, Yu Changsheng's divine sense had already captured Wang Qizheng's tracks first.

"Above!" Yu Changsheng shouted loudly, raising his hand to launch a Fireball Technique.

Wang Qizheng, who had just broken free of the escape technique, changed expression; he turned to dodge this fireball that was a bit terrifyingly large, abandoned the thought of continuing to attack, and with a few shua shua shua leaps jumped onto a distant tree.

"Come back, Iron Eagle King!"

Yu Changsheng took this opportunity to rescue Zhuang Yan, took the weakened Iron Eagle King into his Inner Landscape, his gaze deadlocked on Wang Qizheng.

He cultivates the Overlord Blade Peak's technique, yet acts like an assassin, seeking a one-strike sure-kill burst, and moreover possesses a decent escape technique; this strength is far more troublesome than other Outer Disciples.

"Which Outer Peak's Outer Disciple are you? The beast tide is coming; why don't we just call it quits here."

Yu Changsheng spoke.

Although he had not yet gone all-out, the opponent was clearly not someone easy to deal with — cautious, careful, troublesome, dangerous; if each could go their own way that would be best.

Once outside, there will be plenty of chances to settle the score later.

Yu Changsheng's gaze flickered once.

However, Wang Qizheng merely smiled, playing with the dagger in his hand, and said in a low voice: "If it were before, seeing your Chi She Wang, I would not have acted, and might even have abandoned this job."

"But since we've formed a grudge, it must be uprooted completely — cutting grass and removing roots; this is my creed, so you'd better just go die."

"I'll keep my eyes on you till the end, hehehe."

Wang Qizheng glanced at the beast tide surrounding them and let out a cold laugh.

If he still had a Scatter Demon Yuan Pill in hand, he would still take the risk and act again; unfortunately both Scatter Demon Yuan Pills have been used up.

His figure moved, vanishing from his original spot; just as he thought he could hide in the dark and launch a sneak attack, he suddenly felt a sensation of being locked onto, and moved his position once again.

"Bang!"

The next moment, Yu Zhangsheng stood atop the Chi She Wang, his fingers smoking, red light flaring once more as he aimed at a position and fired a Fireball.

The Fireball's power was reduced a great deal under Yu Zhangsheng's control.

But that ability to spot Wang Qizheng's hiding place in that instant somewhat frightened him.

"Just how strong is this guy's Divine Sense!"

Wang Qizheng's Complexion was ugly; he continued to pull away the distance, and only after about a hundred meters out did the Fireball finally stop.

This position was practically the Divine Sense range of Qi Refining Peak.

Yu Zhangsheng could still see Wang Qizheng, but he did not continue to act.

Because both sides' consumption was not small, he needed to recover, and at a hundred meters' distance even if he suffered a sneak attack it would be enough for him to react in time.

"Let's leave it at this position for now; the pressing matter is dealing with the Beast Tide."

Yu Zhangsheng looked back, somewhat headache.

"Too many."

(Chapter End)