CHAPTER 845: CHAPTER 865 PIERCING SHURA’S EYE

"Shura! I want you dead!"

With bloodshot eyes, Lin Zifeng had completely lost his mind in that moment.

He roared hysterically in his heart.

After snatching a regular sedan, Lin Zifeng frantically pursued Shura.

Along the way, Lin Zifeng nearly pushed the car’s speed to its limit.

The speeding vehicles dangerously swerved past Lin Zifeng on both sides.

The drivers were terrified, shouting in panic, and some cowardly ones even wet themselves.

Lin Zifeng’s driving skills were practically suicidal; he couldn’t care much for Nangong Bing’s safety right now.

As time passed minute by minute, the distance between the two cars was no longer far.

But at this moment, inside the SUV, the man grinned through the rearview mirror.

With a jubilant scream, the vehicle swiftly maneuvered between two large trucks, trapping Lin Zifeng’s car between them, crushed tightly.

"Clang, clang, clang—"

The oversized trucks squeezed Lin Zifeng’s car, causing sparks to fly.

The car’s surface had been completely ground into steel plate.

Meanwhile, the vehicle Shura was driving swayed left and right between the trucks, making the truck drivers dare not stop, weaving uncertainly.

If this squeezing continued, Lin Zifeng even feared he would be crushed to death by the trucks before catching Shura.

Thinking of this, Lin Zifeng quickly jumped out of the car through the sunroof.

He stepped onto the top of the truck, swiftly reaching the end, his feet suddenly soaring into the air.

A relentless Fist Light descended from the void, fiercely striking the top of the SUV!

"Boom!"

Under Lin Zifeng’s domineering Fist Light, the SUV’s roof was instantly caved in.

"If you’ve got guts, come at me! Bullying a woman—is that worth anything?"

With that punch, Shura was completely unharmed.

He grabbed the unconscious Nangong Bing and quickly ducked out of the car.

"Let her go!"

Lin Zifeng shouted.

The man quickly carried Nangong Bing and ran towards a truck up ahead.

Lin Zifeng chased relentlessly.

Another punch, sharp Fist Light tore through the sky, aiming directly for the man’s back.

Buzz, buzz—

The void trembled, fierce winds tearing through layers of resistance.

As the domineering Fist Light was about to reach the man, Shura punched a hole in the truck.

After throwing Nangong Bing inside, he suddenly turned around, swinging purple Powerful Light to fiercely clash with Lin Zifeng’s Black Radiance.

The collision of two scorching Fist Lights released an unsurpassed beauty in the air, waves of white air currents rolled!

A faint white ripple emerged.

Lin Zifeng remained unmoved, his bloodshot eyes filled with nothing but intense killing intent, devoid of any excess human emotion!

What Shura faced wasn’t a human, but a beast!

"So strong!"

Shura retreated several steps, his right hand’s tiger mouth trembling with traces of blood.

"Whoosh—!"

Lin Zifeng’s figure attacked once more.

The thick Power resonated the void.

Soaring in the air, on the rapidly moving truck, Lin Zifeng’s body suddenly shifted position!

"Seeking death!"

K-3 Shura sneered. Daring to leap on a truck was pure folly; with the truck speeding ahead, leaping would completely separate from the truck, and the violent force would definitely fling Lin Zifeng off.

A thick, tattered Bible flew over once more.

Lin Zifeng’s eyes brightened.

He concentrated all his Power into his middle finger, suddenly charging forth.

With a finger like a long arrow, the middle finger pierced the Bible instantly.

The arrogant Powerful Light shredded the Bible to pieces.

Swish, swish, swish—

Papery bits flew, the sky filled entirely with pages shredded to pieces.

"Damn it!"

K-3 Shura cursed angrily.

It was the only cherished Bible, originally a gift personally from the Western Church’s Sect Hierarch.

Unexpectedly, it was destroyed in Lin Zifeng’s hands!

"I want you to die with it!" The man screamed madly, eyes wide.

"Let’s see who dies first!"

Lin Zifeng’s blood boiled, the battle blood within him instantly ignited.

At that moment, Lin Zifeng became a killing demon.

With Slaughter Syndrome activated, nothing in his eyes could stop his endless spree of killing!

"Bang, bang, bang—!"

Air waves surged, the two figures swiftly engaged, and two shadows constantly moved on the truck.

Even the drivers of the two trucks behind were shocked rigid with their eyes wide open!

Holy shit! Fighting on a truck! This is seriously like filming a movie!

"Honey, quick look, are they filming a movie?"

"Film my ass! Hurry and stop the trucks before we get caught up in this mess."

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Behind the truck, countless cars were forced to back off, none dared approach.

The more they fought, the fiercer they became.

K-3 Shura’s purple Powerful Light was overwhelmingly aggressive; every strike carried a breath of death, stronger than Ji Wu Body Separation Realm’s middle-stage Cultivation!

"I want you dead!"

Lin Zifeng’s momentum skyrocketed!

The scorching Black Radiance slammed onto Shura’s arms!

Snap!

The peerlessly fierce Power pressured Shura between his arms, a grave expression on his face, sweat unconsciously dripping from his forehead.

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Lin Zifeng’s fighting spirit soared, and with each attack, he relentlessly blasted Shura with furious blows.

With Slaughter Syndrome active, Lin Zifeng’s combat power surged!

Even his speed reached its peak.

"Smack!"

Another fierce punch descended from the sky, hitting the man who grimaced in pain, finally realizing that coming to Eastern Earth was an enormous mistake.

"Boom—!"

The man knelt on one knee, raising his arms to desperately fend off Lin Zifeng’s Fist Light assault.

But just as he recovered his breath from the attack, two legs swiftly wrapped around his neck.

The immense force lifted Shura’s entire body.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Lin Zifeng continuously swung his fists, and for a moment, the air between them vibrated.

Until Lin Zifeng punched him into another large truck nearby, Shura took the opportunity to dive into the truck, trying to escape.

"Thinking of leaving?! Leave your life behind!"

Lin Zifeng laughed wildly, his large hand slapped powerfully, his agile body once again soaring across.

But just when Lin Zifeng was about to land on the truck roof, coming at him was an intense Powerful Light.

"Boom!"

Lin Zifeng was brutally slammed away.

"Slap, slap, slap—"

After entering the truck’s container, Shura strode over, laughing uncontrollably, holding a metal iron rod he menacingly fired towards Lin Zifeng.

"Whoosh—!"

Blood flowers splattered, Lin Zifeng barely dodged, but a piece of flesh on his shoulder was sliced open by the sharp iron tool.

"Death God! Let me send you to meet the Death God!"

Shura jumped in again, holding the iron tool.

The iron tool aggressively aimed for Lin Zifeng’s head; if it stabbed him, it would instantly smash his skull!

"Get lost!"

Lin Zifeng roared, pulling the iron piece from his shoulder.

As Shura leaped into the container, what greeted him was a sharp, chilling iron tool.

It gouged Shura’s eye, leaving it bloodied and raw instantly!

Lin Zifeng quickly grabbed his leg.