Chapter 442: Miserable screams, deep wounds

Seeing that his attack had been blocked, the white-clad man was clearly surprised. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the long staff in his hand flew out, turning into a sky full of illusions and attacking Su Hang.

This was the Thousand Illusion Staff; the white-clad man was a protector of the Demonic Sect with extraordinary strength.

Facing such a fierce attack from the white-clad man, Su Hang was fearless. He grabbed the shield with his left hand and unleashed a move of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art. A golden bell rang, shattering the illusions, and at the same time, a giant dragon phantom soared into the sky, baring its fangs and claws, pouncing toward the white-clad man.

"Small tricks!"

The white-clad man snorted coldly, his body turning into a residual image, rushing out from the flank, bypassing the golden bell’s obstruction, and a pair of iron palms struck straight at Su Hang’s head.

Unfortunately, Su Hang had already fallen into a state of fainting, his consciousness sinking, his hearing lost, and he had completely lost control of his body.

A spray of blood shot out, accompanied by a miserable scream. The long staff pierced through Su Hang’s shoulder blade and reached the cliff wall behind him, with only half the staff exposed at the cave entrance.

Su Hang slowly opened his eyes and saw the situation behind him, feeling shocked.

Just now, he had clearly seen a black shadow. That shadow was extremely fast, arriving behind him in the blink of an eye, taking advantage of his illness to take his life, and without hesitation, struck the back of his head.

If he hadn't dodged in time, this strike would have been enough to knock him unconscious or even kill him.

"You..."

Su Hang turned his head to look at the white-clad man, only to see this guy standing behind him holding the long staff, his eyes flashing with cold light, like looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The white-clad man stared at Su Hang and said ferociously, "You little thief are quite cunning, actually able to withstand my Soul-Taking Nail. If it weren't for my quick reaction, I would have almost fallen for your trick, but..."

Speaking of this, the white-clad man stopped, his eyes cold and biting. "You still ended up defeated by my Soul-Taking Nail!"

Hearing this, Su Hang couldn't help but feel a chill. What was a Soul-Taking Nail?

Zhang Zhang Wuji, who was on the side, was extremely serious. He took a protective stance in front of Su Hang and glared at the man opposite. Although this person was very strong, under Su Hang’s pressure, he finally exposed his ambition; it turned out he had harbored murderous intent all along.

The white-clad man glanced at Zhang Zhang Wuji, not taking him seriously, his gaze always fixed on Su Hang.

"I want your head." The white-clad man sneered, his body teleporting instantly, appearing in front of Su Hang in an instant.

A flying knife shimmering with light flashed by, and a deep wound was cut into Su Hang’s right chest.

The intense pain allowed Su Hang to fully recover his consciousness. He looked up and saw the white-clad man standing behind him, sticking out his scarlet tongue to lick the blood on the dagger, his eyes greedy and ferocious.

Su Hang was very familiar with this dagger; it was the same one the woman had used to sneak attack him earlier, and this dagger had special effects.

"Ah..."

A tearing pain spread from his chest. Su Hang trembled all over, beads of sweat the size of beans appearing on his forehead.

"Hehe, don't think about running; just die obediently." The white-clad man sneered repeatedly, waving the flying knife, preparing to take Su Hang’s life again.

Su Hang couldn't help but close his eyes. At this moment, his consciousness was on the verge of dissipating, and he only felt a stench spreading from his chest. ===== CHAPTER 861 =====

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, something black shot over with the speed of thunder. The white-clad man’s face changed, and he hurriedly raised his sword to block.

Sparks flew, and the white-clad man’s web between his thumb and index finger split, blood flowing freely. However, that round black ball did not slow down at all, continuing to attack him.

In a critical moment, the white-clad man jumped up, barely dodging this hidden weapon. When he looked closely, he breathed a sigh of relief. "So it was just a hidden weapon."

It turned out that the black ball was a stone bullet. After rolling on the ground a few times, it fell back in front of Su Hang. After resting for a moment, it shot out again, continuing to attack the white-clad man.

This was something Su Hang had thrown out in the last second, just to prevent this person from sneaking up on him, because Su Hang knew that with his strength, he couldn't fight this guy at all. The only way was to delay time and wait for rescue.

The white-clad man frowned; he seemed familiar with this method of attack. When he had just broken through the Spirit Refining realm, he had encountered such an attack and almost lost his life.

"Whoosh~"

A cold light flashed, cutting the stone bullet in half.

"Bang!"

Following that, another explosion came, and the stone bullet exploded on the ground, dirt flying everywhere.

"Damn it!"

The white-clad man gritted his teeth. The power of that stone bullet was three points stronger than before. After it exploded, the force generated pushed him back two yards.

Looking back at Su Hang lying on the ground, the white-clad man was filled with hatred. "Little beast, you just wait for me; I won't spare you today!"

Leaving a harsh word, the white-clad man fled quickly.

At this time, he didn't dare to linger. The power of that stone bullet would make even a Spirit Refining realm cultivator suffer, let alone him, who was only at the fifth stage of Qi Refining.

This kid was too weird; he didn't want to take any more risks.

But Zhang Zhang Wuji didn't want to let the person go just like that, his body swaying as he chased after him.

Seeing Zhang Zhang Wuji leave, Su Hang sighed slightly, feeling quite sad in his heart. He had really fallen this time; he didn't expect that just arriving at Mount Shu, he would almost lose his life here.

Is this the consequence of being weak?

Thinking of this, Su Hang felt a bitterness in his heart. Ever since he embarked on the path of cultivation, he had always been smooth sailing, never encountering any setbacks, and never thought that one day he would end up in this state. ===== CHAPTER 862 =====