Genius for one second? Stop, stop? Champagne? Mound? City f * cking? Chapter 346 Are You Threatening Me?
"Bam!"
The room suddenly trembled, and Yan Zhangkong's body slid down the wall.
"Pfft!"
Yan Zhangkong spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was as pale as paper, and in an instant, he roared like an injured beast, struggling to jump up, but right at this moment, a sharp "chi" sound drilled into his ears, and a fiery red stream of light shot towards him.
After a short moment, looking at the fiery red spear tip that was hovering in front of his throat, Yan Zhangkong's body froze, he was dumbstruck, and could not even feel the intense heat that was being emitted from the tip of the spear.
At this moment, the people in the distance were even more shocked and speechless. They could not believe their own eyes.
That scene just now had happened too quickly. By the time everyone regained their senses, Yan Zhangkong had already fallen to the ground and vomited blood, with a spear pointed at his throat.
Yan Zhangkong, a dignified Martial Lord of the eighth step, had actually lost after using the "Heavenly Dragon Illusory Sword Technique" to the "Three Dragons Illusory Spirit" level. Furthermore, he had lost to a Stage Seven Martial Master who had just been promoted a few months ago? The heavens weren't joking, right? Shouldn't the correct result be the opposite?
"Tsk tsk, you want me to die?"
Tang Huan stood in front of Yan Zhangkong like a spear, his face revealing a mocking smile, "Yan Zhangkong, are you planning to spit out a mouthful of blood and drown me?"
"Tang Huan, you …" Hiss … "
Yan Zhangkong suddenly woke up.
Before he could finish speaking, he screamed out in pain. The skin on his lower jaw and neck had already been burnt by the heat emitted by the long spear in front of him. His head subconsciously moved to the side, but in the next moment, he no longer dared to move, because the spear tip was already chasing after him like a shadow.
"If we were outside, I would have killed you with one shot."
"However, I won't kill you now. You have to thank this' Sky Spirit Realm 'for saving your dog life. Since you're a dog, then you have to be obedient. You can now hand over the things on your body and scram!" Tang Huan squinted his eyes, the long spear in his hand swayed, and the spear tip moved away from Yan Zhangkong's throat, and heavily knocked on his shoulder twice, causing the robes there to immediately become wrinkled, "However, I won't kill you now.
"Pu!"
Hearing Tang Huan's words, Yan Zhangkong's originally pale face turned somewhat green, and the blood in his chest churned. A moment later, he spat out another mouthful of blood, which splashed onto the spear head that he had just pulled out. However, it immediately turned into smoke and evaporated completely.
"Tang Huan, I admit defeat this time."
Yan Zhangkong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, struggled to get up from the ground, and said fiercely, "This is my 'Flowing Gold Sword', one day, I will take it back from your hands!" Yan Zhangkong was straightforward, with a swing of his arm, the dim golden greatsword was thrown towards Tang Huan.
"Clang!" Tang Huan's long spear lightly pushed, and the Flowing Gold Sword flew out, landing a few meters away with a clang sound. "A piece of scrap metal, I'm not interested."
"You …"
Yan Zhangkong was so angry that his lungs almost exploded. His "Flowing Gold Sword" was a high-grade weapon, and his family had spent nearly thirty million gold coins to buy it. When he first entered the "Sky Spirit Secret Realm", it was taken away by someone. Last year, he had only defeated that person and taken back his weapon.
Such a weapon was actually abandoned by Tang Huan like a pair of old shoes.
However, when Yan Zhangkong caught a glimpse of the "Flowing Gold Sword" on the ground, he was unable to say anything else. On the blade of the sword, there was actually a long and narrow crack. He thought that it was an illusion, so he quickly took two steps forward and picked up the huge sword.
"You destroyed my 'Flowing Gold Sword'!" Yan Zhangkong was so angry that his entire body was trembling. He was both angry and regretful.
"That's right, what can you do?" Tang Huan sneered.
"..."
Yan Zhangkong did not say a word. In an instant, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the huge golden sword, and turned to leave.
"Did I let you go?" Tang Huan's face darkened.
"What, you're still interested in this piece of scrap metal?" Yan Zhangkong coldly snorted.
"I'm not interested in this piece of scrap metal, but I'm interested in the room number plate of the second level of the secret realm." Tang Huan laughed and said indifferently.
"What?" Yan Zhangkong's expression changed greatly.
"You don't understand? Then I'll say it again, hand over the room number plate of the second level of the secret realm you have! "Tang Huan said slowly.
"Tang Huan, forgive people when you can. Don't go too far, or else, it won't be good for you." Just then, a voice sounded out. Four figures had already walked to the side, and the one who spoke was the skinny man, Zhong Feng.
"Are you threatening me?" Tang Huan smiled slightly, but his eyes turned cold.
"No, it's just a piece of advice." Zhong Feng laughed.
"Advice?"
Tang Huan chuckled as he repeated the two characters. Suddenly, his face changed, and he said coldly, "Who do you think you are, it's my turn to advise you? Pull out your sword and have always been challenged. Today, I will give it a try and see what it feels like to challenge others! "
"Hmm?" Zhong Feng was startled, and anger immediately surfaced between his brows.
"If any of you want to advise me, you can come at me together!" Tang Huan's gaze swept across the other three young men beside Zhong Feng, and said with a mocking tone, "It's boring to always stay in one room to cultivate. To be able to have five rooms to rotate, I think it must feel pretty good."
"Good, good, Tang Huan, this is what you said." Zhong Feng laughed in extreme anger.
"Alright, Zhong Feng, stop talking!"
Yan Zhangkong's brows were covered in a dense haze, he bellowed at Zhong Feng, then turned his gaze to Tang Huan, took out a crystal clear red jade tablet from his bosom, and threw it at Tang Huan, "Tang Huan, didn't you want my room number plate? Just take it! Zhong Feng, let's go!
"" Yan Zhangkong, you can leave, but he can't! " Tang Huan grabbed the jade tablet in his hand, and at the same time, he raised the spear in his hand slightly, pointing it at the skinny man called Zhong Feng.
"Tang Huan, don't go too far!" Only now did Yan Zhangkong remember that Tang Huan had already said that he wanted to challenge Zhong Feng, and his face immediately flushed red.
"We'll fight him to the death!"
The short and stout man roared angrily. With a flip of his hand, the broadsword on his back appeared in his hand. The gray-clothed man and the hawk-nosed man were also filled with anger as they tightened their grip on the weapons in their hands. Zhong Feng's right hand even gripped the hilt of the longsword at his waist, and his eyes immediately became as sharp as a sword.
The corner of Tang Huan's mouth raised slightly. Even Martial Lord of the eighth step, Yan Zhangkong, had lost to him, so he did not put four Great Martial Masters at the peak of the seventh step in his eyes.
"Buzz!"
Amidst the clear trembling sounds, the Dragon and Phoenix Spears in Tang Huan's hands once again exploded with an extremely dazzling luster, and a blazing heat continuously surged out from the tip of the spear. In an instant, the atmosphere in this space became heavy and oppressive, and a new great battle seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.
Seeing this turn of events, many of the Martial Warriors nearby were dumbstruck.
After defeating Yan Zhangkong, Tang Huan still planned to fight one against four?
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