assistirfilmes Chapter 99: I, Li Xuanming
Chapter 99: I, Li Xuanming
Chapter 99: I, Li Xuanming
Chu Xuan was not confident he could quickly kill his opponent. Judging by the opponent's demeanor, it seemed they were also uncertain about continuing the fight and securing a kill. Continuing would mean both sides would have to reveal more of their trump cards. The benefits gained from killing at that point might not even outweigh the resources expended during the fight. It was a classic case of the gains not justifying the efforts.
The opponent's expression changed several times before they let out a laugh. "A misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding. Let’s stop fighting, I'm leaving."
Chu Xuan barked, "You can't leave, I, Li Xuanming, don't approve!"
The other person paused, "...You’re not Li Xuanming, you're Chu Xuan."
Chu Xuan challenged, "Then who are you?"
With a sigh of resignation, the other replied, "I'm just a hired hand, I didn’t expect you to be so strong. I give up, I’ll just go back and kill my employer instead."
Chu Xuan insisted, "If you don't give me a name, we continue fighting."
The person sighed lightly, "Fine, I’ll tell you. I am Wang Jianyu."
Chu Xuan scoffed, "Wang Jianyu is Zhao Wuya's foremost disciple, an ultimate-grade Wind Spiritual Root, and a swordsman. There’s not even a hint of swordsmanship about you."
The man shrugged, "You caught me. Actually, I'm Duan Feipeng."
Chu Xuan shook his head, "You're lying again. Duan Feipeng is likely out there trying to rob Li Xuanming and Liu Zhenxiong."
The man smacked his lips in resignation, "Alright, I’ll tell you. I'm Han Liuyun. Can we stop fighting now? There are plenty of opportunities to profit from chaos right now, and every second wasted is a loss of many spirit stones. I don't want to keep this up."
Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow. So it was Han Liuyun. He hadn’t expected that. This Han Liuyun seemed even better at concealing his true capabilities than the rumors suggested. Perhaps this man was not inferior to either Duan Feipeng or Wang Jianyu.
"Leave, then."
Han Liuyun employed a fleeing technique, disappearing in a few flashes.
Chu Xuan stood in place for a while, then sneered, "You clearly haven’t left; you’re still ambushing me."
Silence all around.
Li Xuanming took advantage of the moment to slip past them, fleeing into the distance. The wraiths and ghosts ferociously pounced but passed right through them—it was all an illusion.
"Fools," Duan Feipeng muttered coldly as he brushed past them, lightning flickering under his feet. His speed was extraordinary, akin to a deity striding on thunder. In the blink of an eye, he caught up to Li Xuanming.
"Thunderclap Strike!" Duan Feipeng shouted, pressing down with his finger. Countless points of lightning, like droplets of rain, overwhelmed Li Xuanming, forcing him to dodge desperately.
Boom, boom, boom! The Thunderclap Strikes blasted trees and rocks, sending splinters and shards flying everywhere. Each dodge slowed Li Xuanming down, and the debris pinpointed his location.
"Die," Duan Feipeng said emotionlessly, pressing down with another finger. A colossal, vague finger descended toward Li Xuanming. The grooves on the finger's surface resembled mountainous ravines, giving it the appearance of a giant's finger rather than one formed of condensed spiritual energy.
Li Xuanming roared and a small shield appeared in front of him along with a Blood Demon Shadow.
Crack!
The shield shattered.
Crack!
The shadow was obliterated. Li Xuanming spewed blood and flew backward, crashing through numerous giant trees.
Unlike Chu Xuan, who had sufficient Yin Evil Qi to craft three Blood Evil Shadows for protection, Li Xuanming had struggled over the years to forge just one, which Duan Feipeng now effortlessly destroyed. The gap between the mid and late stages of the Foundation Establishment was truly vast.
Just then, a robust, dark figure burst from the trees, drenched in blood. It was Liu Zhenxiong, who had already suffered a blow from Duan Feipeng. Having activated his Black Beast Demon Body, Liu's frame was massive and beast-like, covered in black fur, with immense strength and vibrant vitality. It was this Black Beast Demon Body that allowed him to temporarily fend off Wu Teng and three others, reuniting with Li Xuanming.
"Run!" Liu Zhenxiong roared, grabbing Li Xuanming and sprinting away.
"Trying to flee?" Duan Feipeng sneered. "Annihilation Thunder!"
He laughed coldly as both a sword and a saber magic tool materialized. The blades met, unleashing a terrifying column of thunderous light straight towards them!
The effort drained Duan Feipeng considerably, his complexion turning stark white.
Seeing this, Li Xuanming did not hesitate; he slapped Liu Zhenxiong's chest, hurling him towards the thunderous column while using the recoil to increase his own distance, fleeing into the distance!