NOVEL WEB Chapter 343: Feng Fan Arrives
"Zhou Bai, you two-headed idiot, why did the Soulsucker Demon Venerable cult send you? You only know how to cause trouble," sneered Cheng Dong, the hooded figure from the Nightmare Demon Venerable cult.
The two exchanged curses, their insults flying back and forth with clear disdain for each other. Despite their hostile words, neither seemed in any rush to deal with the group of eight nearby. To cultivators at their level, anyone below the Transcending Tribulation realm was little more than an ant, not worth worrying about.
The unarmed guard gritted his teeth. He had no illusions about their chances of escaping, but seeing the two monsters distracted in their petty squabble gave him a glimmer of hope. He immediately sent a qi transmission to Huang Xue, Xue Qiang, and Su Xiaoli, instructing them to break away and flee toward the north.
Gathering a massive vortex of spiritual qi into his right hand, he unleashed a devastating punch, blasting apart dozens of zombies in a single move. A brief path opened through the horde, and without hesitation, the trio of girls flew forward at their maximum speed, seizing the opportunity.
However, before they could get far, Zhou Bai materialized in front of them, his two faces twisted into a grotesque smile.
"As the idiot Cheng Dong said…" Zhou Bai opened his palm, releasing a torrent of dark spiritual qi that twisted into writhing tendrils, reaching hungrily for the trio. "No one is leaving this place alive today!"
Facing the overwhelming pressure of a Transcending Tribulation cultivator, a feeling of powerlessness momentarily gripped their hearts. But surrender was not an option.
Behind Su Xiaoli, a colossal frost mountain came into life, a blizzard swirling around it in a furious dance. Behind Xue Qiang, a majestic phoenix wreathed in blue flames soared into existence, its cry shaking the air. Behind Huang Xue, a vibrant, ancient tree rooted itself in the void, its branches glowing with radiant energy.
Together, the three girls unleashed their Dao Images, pouring every ounce of their strength into their next move. Sword, spear, and fan danced in perfect synchrony, slashing and piercing through the dark tendrils that sought to bind and kill them.
Zhou Bai's two faces twisted in mild surprise.
"Hoh?" he chuckled, amused. Though his earlier attack had been casual, a trio of mere Dao Seeking cultivators should have been crushed instantly. The fact that they resisted even this much was beyond his expectations.
"You three are quite special," Zhou Bai said, his voice dripping with excitement. "Perfect offerings for my lord! The stronger the soul, the sweeter the sacrifice."
With a gleeful sneer, he summoned a pristine white dagger from his space ring. In an instant, dark spiritual qi gathered around it like living smoke, dyeing the blade black as obsidian and corrupting the air around it.
"Let's see if you can survive this next!" Zhou Bai taunted, raising the dagger high.
However, just as he prepared to strike, a cold voice rang out right behind him:
"Who said you would even get the chance?"
"Who?!" Zhou Bai snarled, disbelief flashing across both his faces. At his cultivation level, his senses were much sharper. To sneak up behind a Transcending Tribulation cultivator was too difficult.
He instinctively tried to spin around to face the attacker, but would his opponent allow him even that luxury?
Before he could fully react, a searing, unbearable pain tore through his legs. His knees buckled, and both pairs of eyes rolled back, revealing only the sclera, as agony drowned his senses.
Feng Fan, the one who had attacked Zhou Bai, smirked to himself. 'These techniques are getting better with each breakthrough. Being able to cause damage regardless of cultivation level is truly invaluable.'
Not willing to give Zhou Bai even a moment to recover, Feng Fan summoned the Suppression Relic into his hand. With his opponent barely clinging to consciousness, there was no need to use arrays to finish him off.
A defenseless Transcending Tribulation expert was no different from a lamb laid out on the butcher's block.
With a single, casual swing, Feng Fan smashed the relic against Zhou Bai's left head. A Divine Strength realm cultivator was not to be underestimated—especially not Feng Fan, who was stronger than most body cultivators at the same level.
Zhou Bai's left head exploded in a gruesome burst of blood and flesh, painting the ground— and Feng Fan—in a gruesome rain. Feng Fan wiped the blood from his face with a casual swipe of his sleeve.
"What a troublesome fellow," he muttered. "Can't even die quietly."
"Fan!"
"Fanfan!"
"Fan'er!"
The girls rushed toward him, their faces lighting up with joy. Thanks to Feng Fan's timely intervention, the immediate threat had been eliminated. Seeing them safe and unharmed, Feng Fan's expression softened, and he let out a breath of relief.
"Wait there," Feng Fan said, his tone steady. "I need to help Old Xue."
His gaze shifted toward Xue Feng and Cheng Dong, who were clashing just a few meters away. Thanks to Xue Feng's efforts, the guards had also narrowly escaped death, and the horde of zombies attacking them was finally beginning to thin out.
Feng Fan didn't wait for an answer. His cultivation erupted in a violent surge, and behind him, a desolate battlefield materialized, a flickering echo of his Dao Image merging seamlessly into the array that encased his body.
With a sharp kick against the air, he shot toward Cheng Dong's exposed back. If the enemy was careless enough to show his back, Feng Fan had no reason to be polite.
The arrays on Feng Fan's fingers shimmered to life as he pressed his hands together. A giant serpent coiled into existence behind him, racing forward in perfect synchronization toward Cheng Dong's ass.
Cheng Dong, locked in combat with Xue Feng, suddenly felt his danger sense flare with an intensity that made his skin crawl. His body instinctively tried to dodge, scrambling to create distance from the incoming threat.
But it was too late. When the serpent strikes, escape is nothing but an illusion.