Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The five of them had many tricks up their sleeves. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Black-haired Undead Spirits had fallen.
However, Zhong Zizhen did not slow down and rushed toward the King of Death Spirit.
His target was actually the Golden Windflame Sword!
"Idiot!"
Qin Yichen snorted, but he did not act rashly.
That was because the Golden Flame Sword was right beside the King of Death Spirits' feet.
The King of Death Spirit had a certain level of intelligence. It must have found the sword in the Underground Palace.
It must have been a swordsman when it was alive!
"Haha, the sword is mine!"
The closer he got, the more excited Zhong Zizhen was. He grabbed the sword hilt directly.
In the next second, the Golden Flames Sword disappeared. Then, a creepy aura fell from the top of his head.
Zhong Zizhen was so scared that he rolled on the ground, covered in dust.
Clang!
The sword fell on the ground where he had been, leaving a bottomless crack.
Raising his head, he saw that the red-haired Death Spirit King was holding the Wind Flame Golden Flame Sword and staring at him with its scarlet eyes.
"Oh no!"
Zhong Zizhen did not dare to hesitate. He got up and ran.
"Bastard!"
Qin Yichen and the others almost cursed when they saw that Zhong Zizhen had led the King of Death Spirit to them.
What a stupid teammate!
However, there was nothing they could do because the King of Death Spirit had rushed over.
"The door!"
After glancing inside, Qin Yichen made a decision. He shouted and retreated to the door.
They quickly went to the door.
It was a good place to enter and defend.
Moreover, there were more than a dozen Black-haired Undead Spirits blocking the King of Death Spirit, so it would not be able to come over in a short time.
Woo!
The King of Death Spirit made a ghostly cry. It slashed a few Black-haired Undead Spirits in front of it with its long sword and screamed anxiously.
From the way it held the sword, it could be seen that it was a swordsman when it was alive. However, its intelligence was limited, so it could only smash and slash randomly with its Spiritual Weapon.
At this time, Zhong Zizhen finally came to his senses. His face turned green and red.
It was too embarrassing!
"Wu wu!"
On the other side, the King of Death Spirit seemed to be angry. He let out a sharp cry, and the black-haired Undead Spirits finally retreated to one side, trembling.
The Death Spirit King, who was surrounded by Death Qi, walked toward the crowd step by step, dragging his sword.
"Attack together!"
Bian Lingzhu's Third Uncle and Zhong Zizhen exchanged a look. Then, the two of them stepped forward and attacked from both sides.
Then, a terrifying thing happened ….
The King of Death Soul blocked Zhong Zizhen's Long Sword with his sword. On the other side, his black hand, which only had bones left, grabbed the sleeve of Bian Lingzhu's Third Uncle.
"Clang!"
With just a bump, Zhong Zizhen was sent flying. When he landed on the ground, he took more than ten big steps back. Finally, he hit the wall and stopped. Blood flowed out from the web between his thumb and forefinger and the corner of his mouth.
“
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On the other side, Bian Lingzhu's Third Uncle was grabbed by the King of Death Spirit and thrown to the ground.
In merely a single exchange, two Spirit Realm experts had been injured!
The King of Death Spirit was so powerful!
The two of them quickly retreated and took recovery elixirs at the same time. They didn't dare to fight the King of Death Spirit anymore. After one strike, they retreated.
In addition, Qin Yichen, Shen Hebai, and Bian Lingzhu's spiritual attacks from time to time made the King of Death Spirit even more overwhelmed. As if drunk, the King of Death Spirit bumped left and right in the hall, leaving deep marks on the ground.
Over time, the King of Death Spirit's aura was not as strong as before, and the ferocious light in his eyes was rather dim.
Although he was strong, his spiritual intelligence was still too low.
"Now's the time!"
The moment the King of Death Spirit fell, Zhong Zizhen suddenly increased his speed and grabbed the Golden-Flame Sword in his hand.
"Puff!"
After getting the sword, the first thing he did was to pierce the chest of Bian Lingzhu's Third Uncle, who was on the same side as him.
"You!"
He didn't even have time to ask "why" before his heart was broken by Zhong Zizhen. He died with remaining grievances and fell to the ground.
"Zhong Zizhen, how dare you kill my Third Uncle? You'll be hunted down by the Bian Family!"
Bian Lingzhu was furious.
She didn't expect Zhong Zizhen to turn on her so easily.
"This girl is too naive."
Qin Yichen sighed and pulled her toward the door. "Don't be silly!"
If Zhong Zizhen was really afraid of being hunted down by the Bian Family, he wouldn't have killed them. Moreover …
"As long as both of you die here, who will know that we killed you?"
Shen He Bai grinned eerily at the two of them and blocked the door.
Bian Lingzhu's heart sank.
She had always been known as the genius alchemist of the Bian Family, and no one dared to disrespect her. How would she know how to deal with such a situation?
She panicked when faced with trouble!
These were the geniuses cultivated by the big families!
Qin Yichen's expression suddenly changed, and he pulled Bian Lingzhu aside.
There was no doubt that Zhong Zizhen and Shen Hebai would not let him go!
Moreover, he couldn't deal with Zhong Zizhen and Shen Hebai alone.
"Hurry up and refine it!"
Without any hesitation, he tore off a Buddhist lotus petal and stuffed it into Bian Lingzhu's mouth. "You block that old man. I'll deal with Zhong Zizhen!"
Before Bian Lingzhu could react, the Buddhist lotus petal had already turned into waves of Spiritual Energy that surged into her sea of consciousness. She, who was already one step away from breaking through, stepped into a brand new realm … the Spirit Realm!
"You want to deal with me with just you, little brat?"
Zhong Zizhen sneered. He was very fond of the Golden Windflame Sword in his hand.
"Clang!"
Qin Yichen didn't waste any time talking to him. He unsheathed his Spirit Sword, and under his control, it turned into a ray of white light and pierced toward Zhong Zizhen.
With the Spirit Realm's Spiritual Energy, Qin Yichen controlled the Spirit Sword like a snake. It was agile and tricky, and Zhong Zizhen was flustered.
What was worse was that although Zhong Zizhen had the Golden Windflame Sword, the power of his sword technique was greatly reduced. The reason was … the Golden Windflame Sword's attribute.
This was a Spirit Weapon that had an attribute.
The number one swordsman had named it the Golden Windflame Sword because when used, it had the speed of wind, the temperature of fire, and the sharpness of metal.
However, Zhong Zizhen wasn't a fire-attribute martial practitioner. How could he adapt to the scorching heat of the sword? He felt that he wasn't holding a sword at all, but a piece of red-hot iron!
However, Qin Yichen wouldn't give him a chance to change his sword.
On the other side, Bian Lingzhu had also come to her senses. She glanced at Qin Yichen in shock, and then began to deal with Shenhe Bai.
She didn't know what Qin Yichen had given her, but if it could allow her to break through to the Spirit Realm so quickly and without any hindrance, it definitely wasn't an ordinary item!
Little White, who was following beside Qin Yichen, had changed its appearance at first, but when it saw that Qin Yichen was able to deal with it, it returned to its harmless appearance. However, its gaze never left Qin Yichen.
For as long as it could remember, it had lived in this dead zone. Ordinary people could enter and exit freely, but it couldn't.
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