Chapter 732

Finally, it wrapped around his entire body, forming a steel battle armor that fused seamlessly with his skin.

Protecting all three of the blood-drenched bullet holes on his body.

"Did you never think about the risk of a life-and-death battle with me?"

"I am also a level 54 expert; so what if you are at the peak of the fifth turn? You haven't exceeded me by a major realm, so I might not be unable to severely injure you!" He panted, clearly having been severely injured by Bu Chunfeng in the battle just now.

"Since you think you've got me, then I'll make you pay a huge price!"

Clearly, he was a fifth-turn armored warrior who had learned to turn his defensive gear into armor to fight; his own body was the weapon.

"Even if I die, I'll die standing!"

He roared and charged toward Bu Chunfeng; the armor on his body actually emitted red light, and his body kept swelling.

Su Ming immediately recognized this move.

It was... self-destruction!

Using life as the price to cause skill damage that exceeded his own level by several small tiers.

Watching this scene, Bu Chunfeng's eyes were slightly shocked; he suddenly gripped his spear and rotated, forming a silver spear screen, the wind vortex swirling, and vaguely a phantom air dragon coiled in front of him.

Boom!!!

The man's flesh and blood exploded, turning into red light that submerged the surrounding ten-meter range.

Unfortunately, he still failed to kill Bu Chunfeng.

The difference in their realms was too great, and he was in a very weak state when he self-destructed.

However, although Bu Chunfeng didn't die, he didn't feel good either.

A hysterical, mutually destructive blow from a fifth-turn expert before death could not be endured without injury, even by a peak fifth-turn expert.

Bu Chunfeng suffered the opponent's self-destruction attack, staggered back a few steps, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth; his injuries were not light, but fortunately, he didn't fall.

Bu Chunfeng's profession focused most on offense, with few defensive skills, so he couldn't block it.

But he was, after all, a peak fifth-turn expert; although he had some injuries, he didn't damage his foundation, only losing 30% or more of his health.

Now, he still had more than half of his health.

After the opponent died, the purple token at Bu Chunfeng's waist trembled violently; clearly, the bounty quest had been completed.

As one of the most famous bounty hunters, he was very professional; after looting the opponent's equipment, Bu Chunfeng prepared to leave.

Whoosh!!

In an instant, a strange aura, mixed with a bit of holiness within the bloodiness, rushed out from behind a wall ahead.

Afterimages followed, heading straight for Bu Chunfeng!

The figure was thin, wearing a blood robe, with a phantom of a treacherous Buddha behind him; he struck out with a palm, the momentum grand!

Bu Chunfeng's eyes were sharp; he didn't expect someone to be ambushing him.

He spun his body to block with his spear, performing a Returning Dragon Spear move, stabbing out with one strike.

Pfft!

A scale-pattern phantom flashed out, and the wind stirred up by the tip of the spear turned into a blade, lengthening the attack distance of this strike.

This was precisely one of the affix effects of the Blue-Silver Dragon-Patterned Spear, Cloud-Piercing Blade.

His reaction speed was too fast; the opponent's strike failed to hit his body, and instead, he was forced to retreat and withdraw his hand.

The blood-robed monk landed, holding his hand in front of his chest, forming a Buddha seal, with faint killing intent between his brows.

He was thin but very tall, standing at one meter nine, wearing a blood-colored cassock and carrying a long staff on his back.

Seeing his appearance clearly, Su Ming's eyes flickered.

This person... was precisely Cao Sha, finally appearing!

"Who are you?" Bu Chunfeng held his spear diagonally behind him, his posture straight and imposing, and asked.

Cao Sha had a violent expression, but there was a hint of compassion in his eyes, which looked extremely strange.

He looked at Bu Chunfeng and said solemnly.

"I am a secular monk; who I am is not important; you only need to know that I have come to take your life."

He was only level 58, his strength far inferior to Bu Chunfeng, who was already a top-tier peak fifth-turn expert.

Therefore, he chose to appear and fight only after Bu Chunfeng had been severely injured by the opponent and both were exhausted, so that he would have a chance of winning.

"You... aren't you the personal bodyguard of that young master of the Zhang family?" Bu Chunfeng looked at Cao Sha's blood robe, his brow furrowed slightly, recognizing him.

"Bu has always acted low-key and lived without contention; I have never had any friction with the Zhang family, so why target me?" Bu Chunfeng asked with a frown.

If it were at any other time, he would have struck with thunderous force, without a word of nonsense.

But the other party was the Zhang family; he had to be calm.

Bu Chunfeng himself wasn't afraid, but if his daughter were implicated, he would go crazy.

Cao Sha didn't lie either and explained.

"After Young Master Zhang Tang died, if I returned to the family, I would be executed immediately."

"So... I defected; now the Zhang family and I have no connection."

As he spoke, the blood cassock he was wearing floated up, and countless scarlet blood flowed out from it, turning into a phantom of a great Buddha that condensed and covered Cao Sha.

Suddenly, his originally thin and withered body became burly, turning into a muscular giant!

His whole body was covered in glowing blood-colored tattoos, depicting several war Buddhas.

Hearing this, Bu Chunfeng was shocked in his heart.

"Zhang Tang is dead?!"

How could the eldest young master of the Zhang family die?

This was big news.

But then he calmed down, because the authenticity of this matter remained to be verified.

"I heard that the Zhang family controls you outsiders by planting parasites in your brains; how did you break free?" Bu Chunfeng asked with sharp eyes.

The killing intent around Cao Sha was imposing, and his pressure spread.

He opened his mouth and smiled slightly, inadvertently revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth.

Smoking, drinking, and eating meat—this was the secular monk he spoke of; he might not have even learned a single sentence of Buddhist scripture.

But his profession was there; as long as he understood the skills, he could automatically comprehend the power of Buddhist blessings.