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Chapter 372: The Three Elders
🕑 Added 2024-11-13 12:27:23 +0000 UTCZhang Leitian, wielding the Ye Fan Sword, swung furiously at his surroundings. The sound of the sword tearing through the air was deafening as it ripped through the space around him.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The powerful sword energy burst forth, creating cracks in the surrounding space. Yet, no matter how much Zhang Leitian searched, he couldn't see any figures around him.
"Damn it!!!"
Zhang Leitian roared in frustration. His eyes darted in every direction, but he still couldn't locate anyone. Meanwhile, the chanting that echoed like a curse began to make him feel increasingly unwell.
Pfft!
The next moment, Zhang Leitian coughed up a mouthful of blood. High in the sky, a massive energy palm descended from above! Zhang Leitian quickly raised his gaze and spotted the enormous hand just as it was about to strike.
Boom!
Before he could react, the giant palm slammed him down into the ground, burying him deep beneath the earth. The ground beneath him trembled violently from the impact.
"Hmph, this bastard has actually ascended to Nine-Star level."
Soon, three figures appeared in the sky. They were three Nine-Star Demon Gods—elders of the Tamm family: Antayi, Anruoyi, and Anbu.
These three were immensely powerful demon gods.
"Big brother, do you think he's dead?"
Antayi turned to the elder in the center. This elder, Anbu, was the most authoritative figure among the Tamm family elders, as well as the strongest among them.
It was Anbu who had used a mysterious ability earlier, one that drove Zhang Leitian mad without needing to physically attack him.
"Even if he isn't dead now, he'll die soon enough," Anbu replied calmly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, crescent-shaped white flames shot up from the ground! Seeing this, the three Nine-Star Demon Gods swiftly dodged out of the way.
"It seems he's not dead after all," Antayi said coldly.
"He's coming back," Anruoyi added, gripping a massive battle axe that radiated searing heat.
"So it's you three old bastards," Zhang Leitian growled as he shot up from the ground once more. His body was drenched in blood, and it was clear he had sustained severe injuries. But Zhang Leitian paid no attention to his wounds. While wielding the Ye Fan Sword, he knew his injuries could heal quickly.
"You wretch."
"Who would have thought you'd still be alive?" Antayi sneered.
"After killing so many of our Tamm family members, I won't let you die so easily today," Anruoyi said with a sinister smile.
"@#$%...!"
Anbu began chanting again, and that eerie, curse-like sound once more filled the air, echoing across the sky. Hearing it made Zhang Leitian feel like his head was about to split open.
Pfft!
Another mouthful of blood sprayed from Zhang Leitian’s lips.
"Hahaha!"
Antayi and Anruoyi burst into laughter.
Zhang Leitian’s eyes turned bloodshot. He remembered the same mocking smiles from long ago when these people had driven his mother to her death.
At that moment, an overwhelming fury rose within him.
Kill them! Kill them all!
"AHHH!!!"
Zhang Leitian let out a furious roar. With a deafening sound, blood started to flow from his ears, completely cutting off his ability to hear.
"Hahaha!"
Zhang Leitian laughed wildly, charging at the elders with the Ye Fan Sword in hand.
"This guy..."
Antayi’s eyes widened as he realized what had happened. Zhang Leitian had deliberately ruptured his eardrums, rendering himself deaf so that he could no longer hear the cursed chanting.
"Fool!"
As Zhang Leitian approached, Antayi drew a long battle knife and clashed with the Ye Fan Sword.
Clang!
The sound of their weapons colliding reverberated through the air, sending sparks flying. The powerful impact forced both of them back.
"Not enough! It’s still not strong enough!"
Zhang Leitian roared. In that moment, he consumed even more of his essence blood, drawing upon the energy within the Ye Fan Sword. The sword’s power surged into Zhang Leitian’s body, fueling him with immense strength.
The crimson energy coursing through Zhang Leitian’s body surged like a storm, swirling around him like a visible aura.
[Phantom Dance]!
Targeting Antayi, Zhang Leitian moved to take him down first.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, Zhang Leitian's body split into thousands of figures, each holding a sharp Ye Fan Sword. Every single one of the doppelgängers appeared to be as real as the original.
The countless Zhang Leitians all attacked Antayi at once, their blades gleaming coldly.
"Damn it!"
Antayi’s eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t tell which figure was real and which was fake. There was no clear way to evade the onslaught.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Desperately, Antayi swung his long knife, frantically blocking Zhang Leitian’s attacks. Each collision sent shockwaves rippling through the air, but the sword energy from the Ye Fan Sword still pierced through, leaving cracks in Antayi’s armor.
This was no ordinary armor—it was crafted from rare, incredibly tough metals. Yet the sword energy was so fierce that it left deep gashes all over the armor!
Boom!
At the same time, Anruoyi swung his flaming battle axe, unleashing a massive surge of fire that blasted through Zhang Leitian’s doppelgängers, dispelling them one by one.
Soon, only one Zhang Leitian remained—still furiously attacking Antayi with the Ye Fan Sword!
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