Chapter 1145: Livingston the Captive (First Update, seeking all)

Livingston is by no means weak; in a one-on-one fight, Li Zhangsheng fears only his Chilong could put up a struggle.

The problem is, the strength of Aixi, Baitian, and Heiye is not much inferior to that of the Chilong.

Livingston's advantage is his combat experience, but no matter how rich that experience is, it cannot offset the disadvantage in numbers.

Ding—ding—ding—ding—ding—

The sound of metal clashing rang out like falling raindrops; Livingston's sword speed was by no means slow, but every collision made his right hand tremble, and after five strikes, his right hand was already numb, with a sensation as if the muscles were tearing.

At this moment, Baitian and Heiye extended their sharp claws and attacked from both sides.

Livingston could only extend his left hand to barely force Baitian back with a palm strike, but he was clawed in the back by Heiye, revealing five long wounds deep enough to see bone.

Just then, a hazy yellow sword light pierced rapidly toward Livingston.

In this instant, Livingston felt a strong sense of impending death.

At this critical juncture, Livingston pushed his cultivation technique to the limit, and a lifelike phantom of a Great Peng appeared above his head.

Compared to a Middle Legend, the phantom of an Upper Legend is like a real object, giving one a sense of tangibility.

The Great Peng phantom moved, clawing toward the Huangquan Sword.

Ding—crack—

The claws of the Great Peng phantom were extremely hard, but under the incomparably sharp Huangquan Sword, they only held for a moment before being sliced off by the sword.

As the Great Peng phantom was injured, Livingston's expression turned several shades paler, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Clearly, when the phantom is injured, it also causes a certain backlash to the user.

Taking advantage of the fleeting opportunity, Livingston performed a backbend, barely dodging the Huangquan Sword, which had lost some of its momentum.

Suddenly, Aixi rushed over and swiped with a claw.

Livingston rolled in the void, then immediately deactivated his Dance of the Sky Technique, using free-fall to dodge Aixi's attack once more, appearing as if he were about to break free from the encirclement of the Demon Pets.

In a flash, the Chilong cast a Space Cage, successfully binding Livingston in another space.

The Demon Pets retreated a distance with tacit understanding, all gathering energy as they withdrew.

Whoosh—

Livingston swung his sword several times, finally shattering the Space Cage.

It was also at this moment that several Saint Grade Spirit Pets released their energy in unison, and a surging torrent of energy rolled in crazily from all directions.

Livingston's expression changed drastically, his heart filled with a sense of crisis; he hurriedly performed a Secret Technique, the blood in his body seeming to boil, his physique suddenly expanding significantly, his clothes bursting apart, and the Great Peng phantom above his head growing by a third.

Before being hit by the energy torrent, Livingston exerted all his strength to swing the Fallen Angel Sword, transforming it into a Blade Storm that swept across the world, releasing countless pale green sword qi beams a zhang long.

At the same time, the Great Peng phantom spread its wings, completely enveloping Livingston.

The moment the energy torrent struck, the Blade Storm first contracted sharply, then came to an abrupt halt, and the weakened energy torrent then fell upon the Great Peng phantom.

Boom—

Several energy torrents of different attributes exploded with a roar, the intense booming sound echoing through heaven and earth, turning into a multicolored energy tide that spread out; the space within the range became extremely unstable, producing countless space cracks a chi long.

Li Zhangsheng's ears twitched slightly, and he vaguely heard a scream.

Before the energy tide dissipated, a figure rushed out in an extremely wretched state, wanting to flee in a panic.

Livingston's face was now as pale as paper, his expression panicked, his body covered in wounds, and his left hand was even missing a section, clearly having suffered heavy damage.

Li Zhangsheng naturally would not let him go and immediately ordered his Demon Pets to pursue.

Baitian and Heiye, being the closest, gave chase with all their might; even though Livingston had absorbed Great Peng blood and was known for his speed, his speed was still inferior to the two cats.

Of course, this was also related to Livingston being heavily injured, preventing him from fully exerting his speed.

In just a few breaths, the two cats caught up; they were extremely tacit, with Baitian feinting to attract Livingston's attention, while Heiye took the opportunity to land a claw on him.

Livingston only had time to raise his right hand, taking the claw strike head-on, which revealed five wounds deep to the bone and even damaged his arm bone, making Livingston almost lose his grip on the Fallen Angel Sword.

"Ah!"

Livingston let out a miserable cry, and seeing the Chilong break through space to block his path, he understood that running away was now futile.

"This old man has lost; I ask that you show mercy and spare this old man's life!"

Livingston stopped and even put away the Fallen Angel Sword to show his sincerity.

The longer one lives, the more some fear death, and some do not; for the Stronger, the former far outnumber the latter.

Even without much lifespan left, Livingston was still afraid of death.

Seeing Livingston disarm and surrender, the two cats and the Chilong could not help but stop their attacks.

However, having undergone various training for many years, they remained on guard at all times, not daring to relax in the slightest.

In the blink of an eye, the other Demon Pets once again surrounded the no-longer-resisting Livingston.

Li Zhangsheng rode Aixi over, but he kept a distance from Livingston, giving the opponent absolutely no chance to perish together.

"Livingston, this seat cannot see your sincerity. If you are truly sincere, then hand over your weapon and your Space Bag."

To avoid Livingston destroying the Space Bag before he died, Li Zhangsheng was willing to waste a little time.

Last time, when Tengshe Abaresk destroyed the space within its body before dying, it made Li Zhangsheng's heart ache so much he couldn't breathe.

Although Livingston's strength was inferior to Abaresk's, he was, after all, a long-renowned Upper Legend; his collection must be extremely rich.

Livingston clearly hesitated for a moment, but seeing Li Zhangsheng's expression grow increasingly gloomy, he had to sigh and toss the Fallen Angel Sword and the Dimensional Bag to Li Zhangsheng.

Even when receiving these two items, Li Zhangsheng did not withdraw the defense of the Ten-Grade Star Palace Lotus Platform, avoiding any possibility of being schemed against by the opponent.

Li Zhangsheng was just this cautious; only in this way could he live longer, otherwise, he would have long since been eaten clean by those treacherous and cunning old immortals.

Like those hot-blooded, brainless Heavenly Pride, they might rely on luck and talent to reach the peak, but it is destined not to last, and their personalities ensure they are easily used by others.

"Sir, this old man was only trying to save a friend and had no intention of being your enemy; I hope you can let this old man go."

Livingston pretended to be pitiful and helpless, wanting to win Li Zhangsheng's sympathy and increase his chances of survival.

"That is not impossible, but you must first answer a few questions for this seat."

Li Zhangsheng could not possibly let Livingston go; after all, the opponent was an Upper Legend who must have associated with many powerful figures and might even have connections to deities.

(End of chapter)