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Chapter 738

Words:1824Update:22/08/02 05:28:05

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"As the Fox King of the Jade Fox Clan, don't you think it's boring to show up with a mask at this time?" The Cloud Stepping Beast shouted across the sky, his tone full of sarcasm.

Hearing this, the Fox King waved his sleeve, and the brocade robe on his body disappeared. It was replaced by a snow-white robe. His face also became extraordinarily handsome, but his white hair was still white.

His figure rose up and flew into the sky, facing the Cloud Stepping Beast from a distance. The snow-white robe on his body fluttered in the wind, and he looked completely like an immortal.

"Actually, I don't want your Jade Fox Clan to surrender at all. I can't stand your flattering appearance. You don't want to be a good monster clan, but you insist on acting like a human all day long. It's really disgusting." The Cloud Stepping Beast sneered.

The Fox King didn't bother to argue with him at all. He just held the hilt with one hand and looked coldly at the Cloud Stepping Beast. His body began to exude a burst of cold air.

Seeing this, the Cloud Stepping Beast narrowed his eyes slightly. The long spear in his hand also thrust out in front of him. Wisps of black demonic qi exuded from his body, enveloping his body as if it was real.

On the long spear in his hand, there were also wisps of black mist wrapped around it, and a cluster of black flames burned on the tip of the spear.

The wings on his back flapped, and a black whirlwind whizzed out from his side. His figure suddenly rushed out and flew towards the 10,000 Year Fox King.

When he got a little closer, the black spear in his hand suddenly thrust out. The black flames condensed at the tip of the spear suddenly surged out, turning into a black dragon that rushed toward the Fox King.

Fox King took a step forward and unsheathed the sword in his hand. It turned into a snow-white sword light and rushed into the sky. There seemed to be a muffled thunder in the sky. Countless huge icicles poured down like a storm.

The black dragon was drowned by the icicles, and it was instantly pierced full of holes. However, its body and soul did not dissipate. It still rushed through the heavy rain toward the Fox King.

When approaching, the black dragon's head recondensed, and it opened its mouth to bite the Fox King.

For some reason, the Fox King stood in place and did not move at all. Half of its body was bitten off by the black dragon.

However, the strange thing was that not a single drop of blood flowed out of his body. Instead, wisps of white smoke rose from his body, and the remaining half of his body disappeared in the smoke.

Almost at the same time, a gust of wind blew behind the Treading Cloud Beast. A sword light transformed from the Big Dipper Sword suddenly slashed from behind, aiming straight for the back of his neck.

It was unknown when the 10,000-year-old Fox King had used an illusion technique. He had already concealed his figure and silently launched a sneak attack.

The Stepping Cloud Beast sensed that something was wrong behind it, but its expression didn't change at all. Its body remained motionless, and the wings on its back suddenly spread out like two shields to protect the back of its neck.

"Clang!" The Big Dipper Sword landed on the beast's wings, but it was as if it had struck a metallic rock, unable to advance even an inch.

When the Fox King glanced at it, he discovered that each of its feathers was suffused with a jet-black metallic luster. They were no longer in their original state.

"You can't even begin to imagine the benefits of demonization. Even though we're both in the late stage of the True Immortal Realm, you're no longer a match for me." The Stepping Cloud Beast spoke slowly with its back facing the Fox King.

The Fox King's eyes narrowed, and the sword in his hand suddenly flickered with white light. A layer of white frost surged from the sword and instantly engulfed the Treading Cloud Beast.

By the time the white cold air dissipated slightly, the Stepping Cloud Beast inside had already been frozen into an ice sculpture.

The Fox King raised his sword, and the sword spun in the air. Icy sword Qi condensed at the tip of the sword, condensing into a spiral that drilled into the back of the Treading Cloud Beast's head.

But the moment the tip of the sword was about to touch the back of the beast's head, the Treading Cloud Beast's frozen body suddenly shook violently. The black flames on the spear in his hand suddenly rolled back, spreading along the spear to his body and drowning him.

In an instant, his body was surrounded by black flames, and his body began to expand rapidly. White bone awls protruded from his shoulders and elbows, and half of his face was covered by white bone armor. He had completely turned into a giant demon that was nearly a hundred feet tall.

The demonic aura emanating from his body had far surpassed the late true immortal level and was approaching the Grand Immortal level.

Seeing this, the 10,000 Year Fox King's expression finally changed. The Fox Clan Demon Soldiers fighting below also felt an extremely strong pressure.

He raised his hand and tossed the Big Dipper Sword in his hand. The sword's radiance immediately receded, and it turned into a miniature sword that was only an inch long. He opened his mouth and directly swallowed it into his stomach.

Then, the light around him shone brightly, and his body began to expand rapidly. His snow-white hair fluttered behind him, and snow-white hair began to grow on his body. Soon, he had turned into a giant fox demon that was a thousand feet tall.

He let out a roar, and eight long tails suddenly protruded from the top of his head. Like eight giant pillars, they fell from the sky and smashed toward the giant demon that the Treading Cloud Beast had transformed into.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

A series of drum-like roars rang out continuously as the eight huge fox tails smashed down wildly. The Treading Cloud Beast held the spear in his hand and crossed his arms in front of his body. He was smashed back by the enormous force.

His body was like a plow, drawing a deep trench on the ground. He retreated several thousand feet before finally stopping.

"Haha, is this all you've got? You're only enough to scratch my itch." The Treading Cloud Beast sneered.

Then, he took a step forward, and the pitch-black spear in his hand suddenly pierced forward. Black flames surged on the spear, turning into a monstrous sea of fire that surged toward the Fox King.

Seeing this, the latter did not intend to dodge at all. Instead, he rushed toward the sea of fire in the form of a wild beast.

His two giant claws were covered in a layer of white crystal light, and he directly pierced into the black demonic flames. He pulled left and right, tearing a large cluster of flames apart, tearing a hole in the blazing flames.

However, the scattered flames sputtered on his fur, burning a large patch of mottled marks.

However, the Fox King did not care about this at all. He blindly rushed forward, and his body quickly broke through the last layer of demonic flames, arriving in front of the Treading Cloud Beast.

The Treading Cloud Beast had been waiting for a long time. The spear in his hand was fully charged, and the moment the Fox King appeared, he stabbed out.

The spear brought about a whistling whirlwind, tearing the surrounding void into chaos. The Fox King only felt that the space around his body had frozen, binding his body to the spot, and he could not continue to rush forward.

He could only stabilize his body, and suddenly stretched out his claws to grab the spear that was suddenly thrusting toward him.

However, the spear contained a great amount of force. Even if the Fox King's claws grabbed the spear, he could not stop the momentum of the spear, and a series of sparks flew out from the friction between his claws.

The Fox King roared, and his eight tails stretched out at the same time, wrapping around the spear's body. It was as if eight hands were exerting force together to resist the spear's thrust.

Finally, the pitch-black spear's momentum slowed down, and it could no longer move forward.

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