Chapter 339

"Clang."

The sword energy landed on the golden light shield, instantly emitting a deafening roar, and the golden shield shook violently.

"Oh no!"

Long Feitian’s expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly operated the vital energy within his body.

"Crack!"

The golden light shield finally could not withstand it, shattering inch by inch and dissipating into points of golden light.

The sword energy took the opportunity to slash down on Long Feitian’s body.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered, and the robe on Long Feitian’s body was torn instantly, revealing his incomparably sturdy upper body, with a hideous bloodstain appearing on his shoulder.

Blood sprayed, staining his entire chest red, making the skin on his chest appear a strange purple, emitting a chilling coldness.

"You! You actually dared to sneak attack me!"

Long Feitian clutched the blood hole in his chest, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Haha!"

Wu Zhiyong laughed wantonly: "Who told you to be so arrogant, daring to be disrespectful to our Demon Lord?"

It turned out he had used demonic energy as a cover, finally striking with sword light to succeed!

"I think you are tired of living."

While speaking, Wu Zhiyong swung the curved blade in his hand again.

"You deserve to die!"

Long Feitian gritted his teeth, his figure surging!

He kicked Wu Zhiyong in the abdomen, sending him flying.

"Pfft!"

Wu Zhiyong spat out a mouthful of blood.

His figure tumbled in mid-air several times before landing on the ground.

Because his clothes were completely destroyed, it was clear that Long Feitian’s kick had broken several of his ribs, causing severe injury.

Long Feitian snorted coldly, stepped in front of Wu Zhiyong, and grabbed him by the collar.

"Let! Let go!"

Wu Zhiyong was startled and struggled, shouting.

"Hehe, weren't you very arrogant just now?"

Long Feitian sneered, threw Wu Zhiyong to the ground, looked down at him from above, and sneered: "Do you still dare to attack this seat now?"

Wu Zhiyong’s face was as pale as paper, and he quickly begged for mercy: "Don't kill me, I was wrong!"

Long Feitian sneered: "It is a great virtue to correct one's mistakes, but if you kneel before me and kowtow one hundred times, I will spare your life."

"I!"

Wu Zhiyong, hearing this, became anxious, cursing inwardly, thinking: Who do you think you are? Daring to make me kneel to you? You aren't worthy!

Long Feitian sneered and said: "You don't have to kneel!"

After speaking, he prepared to throw a punch.

"Don't!"

... 0 Seeking flowers 0 ...

Wu Zhiyong was shocked and quickly roared: "I'll kneel."

Long Feitian, hearing this, had a flash of mockery on his face, casually released Wu Zhiyong, and walked into the distance.

"Thank you, Young Master Long."

Wu Zhiyong quickly climbed up and followed behind Long Feitian, looking fawning.

Although he felt hateful and unwilling in his heart, Long Feitian’s strength was too great, and he had to bow his head.

Wu Zhiyong’s actions made the other demon soldiers show deep disdain, but they dared not speak.

And at this time, Li Yuntian had also submitted!

Long Feitian led the way in front, Wu Zhiyong followed behind, and the group walked slowly into the valley.

Along the way, everyone saw Long Feitian being so arrogant and tyrannical.

They were all disdainful in their hearts, even more terrified of Long Feitian, and fled one after another.

They dared not approach Long Feitian, but Wu Zhiyong dared.

As he walked, he pointed out the structure of the place to Long Feitian.

Although Long Feitian ignored him, he listened, feeling increasingly calm in his heart.

Not long after, Long Feitian led the group through the valley.

At this time, the Demon Race living beings were gathered.

"I have come to lead you of the Demon Race to control the world together."

Long Feitian said to these Demon Race living beings.

"You!"

Wu Zhiyong and the other Demon Race living beings, upon hearing this, all had their expressions change suddenly, each looking at Long Feitian with vigilance and caution.

Although they knew Long Feitian was very strong.

But they never expected Long Feitian to dare to lead the Demon Race to control the world; he was simply crazy!

How powerful were the great abilities of the Primordial World; how could they, these demons, deal with them!

"What?"

Long Feitian frowned and said in a deep voice: "Could it be that you still don't trust this seat?"

"No, no, I!"

Wu Zhiyong shook his head quickly.

They naturally believed in Long Feitian, but believing was one thing, and they still had deep resistance in their hearts.

"Since you believe in this seat, then follow me."

Long Feitian scanned the demons and said coldly: "Remember, no matter what danger you encounter, you must follow closely behind me, otherwise don't blame this seat for being heartless."

"I!"

The demons looked at each other.

They naturally wanted to follow Long Feitian, because only by following behind him were they safe.

"Rest assured, as long as you don't provoke this seat, this seat will never treat you badly."

Long Feitian, seeing their hesitation, could not help but threaten coldly: "However, I hope you understand that this time I am only taking you for training.

In the future, you must return to the Demon Domain, otherwise don't blame this seat for being ruthless."

Saying this, Long Feitian stared at them with cold eyes.

Although he did not say the word "kill," the killing intent revealed in his tone was unquestionable.

Everyone, hearing this, had their expressions stiffen, their bodies unable to help but shiver.

Long Feitian might have had a perverse temperament, but he was an out-and-out iron-blooded god of slaughter; they believed every word he said without doubt.

"Alright, we will follow you."

Finally, Wu Zhiyong took a deep breath and compromised.

"Good."

Long Feitian nodded and said: "From now on, you are the servants of this seat; in all matters, listen to this seat, and if anyone defies me, they will be killed without mercy."

"Yes."

"Yes, yes!"

Wu Zhiyong and the others nodded quickly in agreement.

Hmph!

Killing intent flashed on Long Feitian’s face, and he turned and walked away, never looking at Wu Zhiyong and the others again.

He was not afraid of them attacking!

"This! This kid is too vicious."

"Worthy of being a Demon Venerable, truly heartless and ruthless!"

Wu Zhiyong and the others looked at Long Feitian’s departing back, feeling deeply moved... 0

After Long Feitian led Wu Zhiyong and the others into the valley, he first found a flat place to stop, letting everyone rest for a moment, and then he led everyone to find Li Mo for revenge.

"Go, kill Li Mo."

Long Feitian shouted to the Demon Domain living beings.

Just at this time, Li Mo recovered!

Several Demon Domain experts took the lead in attacking Li Mo.

Long Feitian stood in the distance, watching several Demon Domain experts attack Li Mo.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a violent power erupted from Li Mo’s body, instantly shaking away the surrounding demonic energy.

Li Mo’s figure rushed over suddenly, his fists striking out like cannonballs, directly smashing three Demon Domain living beings into minced meat, blood splattering.

His main body stood there; the previous action was just his clone acting!

Long Feitian’s brows furrowed; he did not expect that Li Mo, who could not move just now, would have such strength now.

At this time, Li Mo’s clone had already begun to act, weaving among the demons and killing the people of the Demon Race who came to attack!

Li Mo looked at his fists, his face incomparably gloomy.

He took a deep breath, killing intent fully exposed in his eyes.

"Die!"

A loud noise arose, and a huge sword light appeared out of thin air, smashing down toward Li Mo.