Chapitre 115: Killing Feast
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'You're supposed to be a hero, but I didn't expect you to push the blame on Tang San.'
Everyone was petrified, and the corners of their mouths twitched violently.
Fang Xuan once again used his bottomless bottom line to mercilessly destroy the lofty image he had built in everyone's hearts, causing everyone to despise him.
The one who felt the most speechless was Tang San. He didn't do anything, but he was inexplicably implicated.
"Can't you be a little more promising? Heaven Dou's face has been lost because of you." Dugu Yan said helplessly.
Why talk about face when it was a matter of life and death?
Who would be an idiot to go head-to-head with a seven-ringed Soul Sage?
Fang Xuan firmly believed this was not cowardice but … prudence and steadfastness.
When outside, the bird that sticks out will not have a good ending.
Therefore, he gave the title of hero to Tang San.
Then, when Tang San was being beaten up, he would take the opportunity to observe his strength and look for a chance. This was the perfect plan.
"Kid, you killed Xiao Yu?"
The red-haired Soul Sage frowned. His gaze shifted from Fang Xuan to Tang San, and his eyes gradually sharpened.
"This …"
Tang San glanced at the righteous Fang Xuan and felt a wave of depression in his heart. It was a case of a person sitting at home and a pot falling from the sky.
Before he could react, a large and round black pot had already covered him.
After thinking for a while, he said helplessly, "You can say that."
Whether he admitted it or not, the Blood Wolf Assassin Group would not let them go.
Therefore, there was no need for such a boring quarrel.
Tang San directly nodded and admitted it.
"Very good …"
The red-haired Soul Sage nodded and said indifferently,
"Then kill them all."
As soon as he finished speaking, the black-robed assassins who had been waiting impatiently all went berserk and madly attacked the young students in the center of the encirclement.
"Kill"
A great battle broke out.
Other than Flanders, Zhao Wuji, and Qin Ming, the rest were mostly young students with little life experience.
In front of the killers of the Blood Wolf Assassin Group, they were just a group of little white rabbits. Whether in terms of soul power level or experience, they were far inferior to the Blood Wolf Assassin Group.
As for Master …
He was a burden, a burden, a burden.
In a battle, they would be of no use at all. They would only be a hindrance.
The enemy's butcher's knife needed the patience to listen to Teacher Yu Xiaogang's long speech. They were more interested in chopping off his head and kicking it like a ball.
Therefore, the Shrek and Emperor teams were at a complete disadvantage from the start of the battle.
They were beaten back repeatedly.
Flanders and Zhao Wuji, two Soul Sages, and Qin Ming, a Soul Emperor, were all tied down by the other three Soul Sages. They could not help at all.
This was especially true for Qin Ming. He lacked a soul ring, so he could barely hold on against the black-faced Soul Sage. He was beaten to the point of coughing up blood, but he still refused to retreat.
He understood the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
If he lost to this Soul Sage, this Soul Sage would help the other two to deal with Flanders and Zhao Wuji.
In this team, Flanders and Zhao Wuji were the most vital pillars. Everything would be over if the two of them were defeated or even killed. Whether it was the Emperor Team or the Shrek Team, none of them could survive. They would all be wiped out.
Qin Ming knew that his responsibility was more significant than the heavens. Therefore, he refused to give up even though he was no match for the black-faced Soul Sage.
He continued to tie him down and delayed a Soul Sage for everyone.
Flanders was fighting the leader of the Blood Wolf Assassin Group, the red-haired Soul Sage. He had no time to care about anything else. Zhao Wuji's opponent was a middle-aged Soul Sage. The two of them were locked in a fierce battle.
The battle between the Soul Sages was in a stalemate. It was difficult to determine the victor.
On the other battlefield.
The thirty or so Soul Ancestors of the Bloodwolf Assassins had already surrounded Tang San, Yu Tianheng, and the others. Like a pack of ravenous wolves, the Bloodwolf Assassins launched a ferocious attack at them in an attempt to slaughter them all!
"Don't panic, everyone! Let's surround each other and protect the auxiliary soul masters in the center. If we work together, we can defeat the enemy."
At this critical juncture, Tang San, a control-type soul master, assumed the role of the core commander of the team. He commanded everyone to fight in an orderly manner.
Dai Mubai and Yu Tianheng, the strongest Soul Elders in the team, acted as the vanguard. They attacked the enemy head-on. Graphite and Shi Mo, two soul masters with strong defense, guarded the left and right wings of the team. They acted as the team's shields.
Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, Imperial Wind, Ma Hongjun, and the others guarded the rear to prevent the enemy from sneak attacking them from behind.
As for the three auxiliary-type soul masters, Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and Ye Lingling stayed in the center of the team, which was the safest part of the team. They continuously healed the members in charge of fighting and buffed them.
Not long after, everyone formed an impenetrable fortress. They complemented each other's strengths and had both offense and defense. Moreover, everyone's fighting strength doubled with the Seven With Treasures Glazed Glass and Malus Anemone's powerful support and healing abilities. Even under the siege of a group of Soul Ancestors, they still tenaciously held on and didn't give up.
On one side was an intense team battle. On the other side, it was a one-person show.
"What's wrong with this guy? Is he a monster?!!"
A scarred Soul Ancestor swallowed his saliva fiercely. He looked at the black-haired youth fighting in the crowd with some horror.
The youth's black hair danced wildly in the wind. His entire body was stained with blood. His two black and white blades crisscrossed under the starry sky. He was like an ancient war god that had come back to life. He was constantly reaping one fresh life after another, killing the Soul Ancestors of the Bloodwolf Assassin Corps to the point of trembling in fear.
Above his slender and strong body, four purple, purple, purple, and black soul rings flickered with light. The powerful aura he released crushed all the Soul Ancestors present, causing the Bloodwolf Assassin Corps to tremble in fear.
Fang Xuan's rank 45 Soul force and three purple and one black soul ring were enough to sweep away all the Soul Ancestors present.
To put it bluntly, he was an invincible existence within the Soul Ancestor realm. Killing Soul Ancestors was like slaughtering dogs.
"Ah …"
Fang Xuan let out a wild howl. His eyes blossomed with a cold light. Like a viper, the Shadowless Blade stabbed out and directly pierced through the chest of a Soul Ancestor.
With a shake of his blade, the blade aura exploded. With a ripping sound, the Soul Ancestor was torn to pieces by the blade aura. Flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and blood splattered all over the ground.
"Damned little bastard, go to hell"
A scarred Soul Ancestor's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness. Holding a blade martial soul in his hand, he chopped down at Fang Xuan's head.
"Hmph"
Fang Xuan coldly snorted. Twisting his body, he dodged the blade. Then, with a swing of his left arm, he suddenly pulled out the Void Breaker and cut the scarred Soul Ancestor in half. His internal organs and intestines spilled onto the ground.
One blade to kill one person, unstoppable for a thousand miles.
Fang Xuan transformed into an invincible god of war.
Killing in and out of the Soul Ancestors of the Bloodwolf Assassin Corps, he was unstoppable. In the blink of an eye, he had killed no less than fifteen people. Blood flowed like a river, and the ground was littered with dismembered corpses.
This kind of unparalleled ferocity caused the Bloodwolf Assassin Corps to tremble with fear.
In the boundless night, a feast of slaughter was in progress …
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