CHAPTER 1458: CHAPTER 1458: WAITING FOR THE RIGHT PRICE

Xiao Chen held his sword single-handedly, striking a cool pose as he stepped into the void.

Seeing his junior disciples devoured by the Three-Headed Jiao, he still remained calm, raising his sword vertically with one hand behind his back, pointing at the Three-Headed Jiao and shouting, "Foul beast, do you know what you are doing?"

The Three-Headed Jiao ignored him completely, sweeping its tail over.

The immense force swept through all directions, causing the void to tremble with a whoosh.

The disciples of the Mount Heng Sect blocked with their swords, hurriedly channeling various Yuan Force to transform into a barrier in front of them.

As soon as the tail of the Three-Headed Jiao arrived, their longswords snapped.

The disciples were splattered with blood, as if they were made of dough, crumbling into blood mist under the sweep of the mighty force.

Xiao Chen knew he couldn’t defeat the Three-Headed Jiao, so he deliberately stalled for time. Seeing the Jiao focusing its attention on his junior disciples, he suddenly made his move, leaping onto the Jiao’s back and stabbing fiercely at its neck with his sword.

The sword light carried the aura of the Star and Moon, in rhythm with Chu Feng’s technique, drawing on the power of the starlight to press down.

A white light flashed, revealing its sharpness.

The Sword Qi surged outward, sweeping up a dust storm around them.

This strike seemed poised to break through the back of the Three-Headed Jiao and pierce down.

Who would have thought, the Three-Headed Jiao suddenly spat out a blood-colored Demon Core, colliding with the longsword with a boom.

The sword tip made a bang, causing a tremendous shock in Xiao Chen’s palm.

A booming occurred on the back of the Three-Headed Jiao, sending Xiao Chen crashing back heavily.

The two heads of the Three-Headed Jiao twisted around, spewing two streams of flame at Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen’s face turned ashen, hurriedly summoning a bracelet.

The bracelet shone radiantly with the Light of Star and Moon, speckled like the stars in the sky, instantly shrouding him in white light.

"Star Moon Bodhi Seed?"

Long Fei and Chu Feng exchanged glances, surprised that Xiao Chen could bring out such a special magical treasure.

The two flames collided fiercely with the white light barrier with a series of booms.

The scorching heat was entirely filtered by the starlight.

Xiao Chen had no issues inside, quickly retreating backward.

If he’d revealed this magical treasure earlier, perhaps his junior disciples wouldn’t have died.

Alas, he valued his own wings too much, using his juniors’ lives to seek an opportunity to kill the Three-Headed Jiao.

Thus, he miscalculated, causing harm to his disciples.

Long Fei and Chu Feng, witnessing this, couldn’t help but dislike him.

Too selfish, too heartless.

Facing the enemy, he lacked the courage to fight to the death, appearing too cowardly.

This person was clearly raised in a sheltered environment, unable to withstand storms.

The Three-Headed Jiao, seeing Xiao Chen retreat, didn’t pursue but instead vented its anger on the nearby Xiangyang Defender Army.

Although its body was enormous, its speed wasn’t slow at all.

It lunged forward in two or three strides, reaching the Xiangyang Defender Army.

These unfortunate soldiers were all at the Foundation Building Level, holding ordinary shields, which couldn’t possibly withstand such a giant creature.

The massive body of the Three-Headed Jiao, like a tank, crashed through the shields with a rumble.

Four or five soldiers instantly met their demise, smashed into pieces, spraying blood mist.

The crowd on the shore finally realized something was amiss, panic-stricken, running backward wildly, screaming loudly.

The Lord of Xiangyang’s face turned ashen, holding a longsword, trembling as he yelled, "Which hero will join me in slaying the demon? This City Lord will surely reward you handsomely!"

The hundred-strong army he brought was no match for this thing.

The Three-Headed Jiao spit fire and rampaged.

In a short time, it turned fifty or sixty City Defense Camp soldiers into ashes, smashing them into minced meat.

Hearing the Lord of Xiangyang’s call, its eye darted over, suddenly charging at him.

The City Lord was, after all, a Cultivator of the Enlightenment Realm. His longsword shone brightly, suddenly striking a bolt of thunder onto the Three-Headed Jiao.

This creature had thick skin and tough flesh, not fearing this slight might of thunder and lightning at all.

With a crackle, the lightning struck its body, with no reaction at all.

The Three-Headed Jiao howled, swinging its tail, opening its massive mouth at the City Lord, revealing dagger-like sharp teeth.

It bothered not to use fire on the City Lord, intending to give him a lesson instead.

Terrified, the City Lord fell backward to the ground, covering his head, yelling, "I’m doomed!"

At this moment, Long Fei and Chu Feng made their move.

Saving someone also depends on the timing.

Rescue him just as he is about to die, and he will be ten times grateful.

Boom!

A great tremor suddenly resounded in front of the City Lord.

Yellow sand whirled on the ground, just when the City Lord thought he was dead, the Three-Headed Jiao was flung backward like a ball.

Startled, the City Lord opened his eyes, seeing a young man standing in front with a raised fist, another young man beside him drinking wine with a faint smile.

The people on the shore were completely dumbfounded, the braver ones seeing it clearly.

They didn’t expect that such a fierce Three-Headed Jiao could be sent flying by the fist of this young man.

The Three-Headed Jiao rolled on the ground, its three heads dizzy before standing firm, its eyes fixed, swirling at Long Fei.

It seemed like it had hit a mountain; the bone of its middle head was shattered, causing blood to trickle from its eyes.

Roar!

It let out a dull yell, knowing it encountered a formidable opponent.

"Human race, courting death!"

After a long moment, it forced out a sentence, spewing three streams of flame towards Long Fei.

The flames were scorching hot, carrying black poison, instantly turning the sandy ground into the color of glass.

The onlookers gasped, some soldiers ran over, trying to pull the City Lord away to escape.

Long Fei and Chu Feng stood calmly at the front, with a Banana Fan in hand, suddenly flashing forward.

An intense gust instantly arose, the sound of wind whistling, airtight, like waves crashing over.

With a whoosh, it swept the flames of the Three-Headed Jiao backward, enclosing the Three-Headed Jiao within.

The Three-Headed Jiao cried out in surprise, not expecting to be trapped by its own flames.

Its flesh sizzled, with its essence blood steaming, its skin and flesh dried up as it howled angrily, retreating into the water.

With a splash, it disappeared like a fireball, sinking into the water.

Long Fei and Chu Feng didn’t stop it, letting it go.

"Useless to kill it off when the job is done."

This creature was a pawn in Long Fei and Chu Feng’s hands. As long as it didn’t die, the City Lord had to plead with them.

They needed to negotiate a good price before taking action.

First, there was a moment of silence in the arena, followed by buzzing chaos.

Someone exclaimed, "These two strangers are actually so powerful?"

"My God, did they drive off the Three-Headed Jiao?"

"Who exactly are these two? How are they stronger than Senior Brother Xiao Chen?"

"Nonsense, they obviously took advantage of Senior Brother Xiao Chen. If Xiao Chen hadn’t exhausted this monster’s strength, how could they have won so easily?"

"Anyway, they stole the spotlight from Senior Brother Xiao Chen this time."

"..."

Luckily, there was no internet or photos in the Great Xia Country, so whoever saw Long Fei and Chu Feng here wouldn’t recognize them.

Because the place was too vast, the distance between states was roughly ten times that between Huaxia and America.

Long Fei had made a small name for himself in Chang’an City and South Yangtze Prefecture, but here he remained a stranger.