Supreme Cultivation Chapter 438 - 437: An Arduous Battle

Chapter 438: Chapter 437: An Arduous Battle

"AH!"

Xinghun cried out, clutching the bleeding wound as he fell to one knee. Fortunately, the sword hadn’t pierced his heart; otherwise, the blow would have been fatal.

He cursed, "I will make you wish you were dead! How dare an ant like you injure !" He struggled to his feet and advanced on Nangong, swallowing a fast-acting Spiritual dicine. After taking it, half of his injuries were healed.

He jeered, "Did you think that would strip

of my combat strength? You sorely underestimate the Divine Dragon. Now, I’ll sever your head!" He raised his sword to strike Nangong down.

But just then, Nangong said, "No, I am indeed no match for you. But do you believe your situation is about to get much worse?"

"Is that even possible?" Xinghun said disdainfully.

Just then, however, he felt a shadow that blotted out the sky loom over him from behind. He whirled around and was scared witless, for the White Tiger Spiritual Beast had appeared behind him at so unknown point.

"AH!"

Before he could even retaliate, the White Tiger Spiritual Beast stomped down, crushing him into a bloody pulp. Nangong breathed a sigh of relief. There was no one left on the battlefield who could threaten him now.

He also took a Spiritual dicine developed by the Heavenly King Hall, his energy instantly restored. Picking up the Heavenly Inquiry Sword, he charged toward the enemy. This battle was destined to be a perilous and thrilling one.

Tens of thousands of martial artists clashed in a chaotic lee, like a surging river, turning the battlefield into a scene of flowing blood. It was a massive war between martial artists where soone fell almost every second, yet neither the Heavenly King Hall nor the Divine Dragon could gain a decisive advantage. They fought fiercely, bathed in blood, to defend their respective factions.

Nangong was covered in blood, but he did not stop his slaughter. The sa was true for both the Dark Night Demon Queen and Alice, who proved to be won as courageous as any man. Here, they were not the coy ladies who clung to Ye Fan, but decisive Female Generals. Wherever they passed, they left behind rivers of blood and fields of corpses, with no one left alive.

Of course, the most dazzling figure was the White Tiger Spiritual Beast. With its imnse size and power, the ancient Spiritual Beast crushed all who stood in its path. Below the level of a Supre, no one could withstand a single blow from it. The Divine Dragon likely never imagined their enemy would deploy such a creature.

「anwhile」

Ye Fan was locked in combat with the Master of the Grey Dragon. He was ultimately no match for him and ended up severely injured, but the Master of the Grey Dragon hadn’t fared much better. This was because Ye Fan was the type of man who would recklessly fight to the death, and in a battle of attrition, the Master of the Grey Dragon simply couldn’t win.

At this mont, the Master of the Grey Dragon looked at the kneeling Ye Fan and said mockingly, "Our war ends here. Your alliance will all die right here!" He gathered a formidable power and rushed at Ye Fan, intending to kill him.

At the sa ti, Ye Fan, who had been waiting for this opportunity, made his move. This ti, he drew his Yuanhong Sword. He hadn’t used it earlier, not because he was stupid or masochistic, but because he was waiting for the perfect mont to land a decisive blow. This was it. He struck swiftly, a flash of sword light descending.

Not good! The Master of the Grey Dragon hadn’t expected Ye Fan to have another move in reserve. Seeing the sword light, he knew Ye Fan had finally drawn his weapon and hastily moved to defend himself, but he was a step too late.

Two sharp streams of Sword Qi shot past, striking him. He hadn’t imagined Ye Fan’s power could be so fierce. As the two slashes landed, a mist of blood erupted from his body. Before the Master of the Grey Dragon could react, Ye Fan was already attacking again.

"Returning to the Sect Sword!"

Ye Fan roared, unleashing the technique. The already injured Master of the Grey Dragon was dealt another heavy blow, weakening him to an extre degree. He could not help but let out a pained scream.

But it wasn’t over. Ye Fan shouted again, "Slaughter Sword Dao!"

"AH!"

The Master of the Grey Dragon’s hand instantly shattered. He wailed, clutching his arm while glaring furiously at Ye Fan. His aura had undoubtedly weakened to its lowest point.

This three-hit combo was a tactic Ye Fan had planned for a long ti. First, he sent out two streams of Sword Qi to inflict a minor injury, which was exactly what he wanted. Then, while the Master of the Grey Dragon was disoriented, Ye Fan unleashed the Returning to the Sect Sword. This was his most powerful technique, and it delivered a devastating blow, leaving the master severely injured. However, he didn’t have ti to execute a second Returning to the Sect Sword and could only follow up with his Slaughter Sword Dao, which left the master hanging by a thread. Ye Fan knew that if he’d had ti for one more Returning to the Sect Sword, the Master of the Grey Dragon would now be dead.

Struggling, the Master of the Grey Dragon fixed his gaze on Ye Fan and said coldly, "You... you tricked !" Though he was weak, the fury on his face was unmistakable.

Ye Fan retorted, "So it’s fine for the Divine Dragon to play tricks, but not for ? Our battle has just begun!" He was throwing the Master of the Grey Dragon’s own words right back at him.

"Truly a genius. You used an injury to deceive , then launched three attacks in a row. That second strike wounded

grievously. But unfortunately for you, it still wasn’t enough!" the Master of the Grey Dragon bellowed. "You have successfully enraged !" His expression beca even more terrifying.

Ye Fan shot back, "Do you really think you have another chance to fight

to the death?"

But the Master of the Grey Dragon said, "The Divine Dragon always prepares for every contingency. Did you think I would only use these few people to fight you?

"Hahaha, you underestimate the Divine Dragon far too much! We are destined to be your nightmare—in the past and in the present. As for the future... you won’t have one."

Following a loud cry from the Master of the Grey Dragon, the mbers of the Heavenly King Alliance, who had been fighting with the upper hand, were shocked and began to tremble. In contrast, the Divine Dragon’s martial artists roared with laughter.

What’s happening? Ye Fan stared in disbelief. He never expected to be caught in an ambush; the Divine Dragon had more forces than this.

The Master of the Grey Dragon said mockingly, "Do you still not understand? Fine, I’ll let you die knowing the truth! Hidden Killing Building, show yourselves!"

Martial artists from the Hidden Killing Building were now rushing up from the base of the snowy mountain!

"Soone betrayed us!" Watching the mbers of the Hidden Killing Building approach, Black Fog instantly knew that soone had betrayed the Heavenly King Hall.

"Who was it? I’ll wring his neck!" Di Que roared. They despised traitors more than anything, yet here they were, betrayed. The Divine Dragon had another card up its sleeve.

Just then, as they seethed with rage, a sword pierced through Black Fog’s body.

"UGH!"

Black Fog grunted and turned around. "You!" The group stared in fury at the one who had stabbed Black Fog.

As the Heavenly King Hall’s number one assassin, Black Fog was famous for his skills. He never expected that he himself would one day be assassinated.

"Tell

why!" Black Fog demanded.

His assailant was none other than his most capable and trusted subordinate, a man nad Duan Lang.