readsfreenovel Chapter 158 Ji Qiao Loses Power
Chapter 158 Ji Qiao Loses Power
Han Fenglinlin was not suffering from cold poison, nor was he poisoned. Not only was the power of his special move greatly increased, but its duration was also much longer.
"Ice Hell!" Han Fenglin roared angrily, and the light on the Silver Flame Sword became brighter. Countless ice particles instantly condensed into a huge ice sword and stabbed towards the Boxing Master.
The Boxing Master widened his eyes. He felt the powerful force of the attack, but it was too late to dodge.
The ice sword instantly penetrated the body of the Fist Master, freezing him in a huge block of ice. The Fist Master still had an expression of fear and unwillingness on his face, but his body could no longer move.
Han Fenglinlin's real body appeared, and he slowly walked to the ice. Looking at the frozen Fist Master, he said calmly, "You have seen my true body. This is the fate of being an enemy of the Hades."
As Han Fenglin's words fell, the boxing master in the ice closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. Han Fenglin put away the Silver Flame Sword, turned around and left, leaving only the boxing master in the ice and the cold breath in the air.
Wang Hun stepped into the Weapon City. As soon as he entered, he was deeply shocked by the vast and boundless space inside. The towering metal boulder walls exuded a mysterious luster, like a mysterious treasure land, exuding an atmosphere that tempted exploration.
The criss-crossing passages are like an extremely complex maze, winding and twisting, making it impossible to grasp the direction. It seems that countless mysterious paths are intertwined together, forming a confusing and challenging picture.
However, Wang Hun, relying on his extremely keen perception, was like a hunter with magical powers. He quickly and accurately locked onto the auras of Venerable Bai Yue and Venerable Long Jiu.
So, without any hesitation, Wang Hun resolutely rushed towards the direction where the breath came from. His figure was as fast as a flash of lightning, passing through the passage quickly, leaving a blurry light and shadow.
Every step he took was filled with unwavering determination, as if every inch of land under his feet carried his mission. Every breath he took was filled with a strong desire to fight, as if the air was ignited by his fighting spirit. He knew very well that this upcoming duel was related to the fate of the entire world and could not afford to be careless.
In the core of the weapon city, Venerable Bai Yue sat quietly on the ground, his eyes closed, his face as solemn as the sky covered with dark clouds. A faint light emanated from his body, and that light was like twinkling stars. Although it was weak, it also showed that he was healing.
He sighed slightly, his voice full of helplessness and emotion: "Black Iron, Dead Leaves, and No Wrath are all gone, and even the life and death of Quan Dao is unknown."
The Dragon Eagle Venerable beside him also looked heavy-hearted, as if he was carrying a heavy burden. He also sighed and said, "It is really a pity that they left. However, the Daluotian Giant is almost complete. By then, the void will be contained and our homeland will be saved. Moreover, those who are our enemies will die under the giant!"
Venerable Bai Yue nodded slightly, his eyes showing both expectation and a hint of worry. They knew very well that the outcome of this battle was full of uncertainty, and the future was like a ship in the fog, full of unknowns and challenges.
In the ruins of the abandoned Fengdu City, Prince Ji Qiao slowly woke up. His head was still a little dizzy, as if shrouded in a heavy fog. There were waves of pain in every part of his body, as if countless ants were gnawing at his skin. He struggled to stand up, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness, and that anger was like a blazing fire that could erupt at any time.
He shouted loudly: "Damned Wu Geng, I will tear you into pieces!" His voice echoed in the ruins, carrying endless resentment, as if he wanted to drown the entire world in his anger.
"Monster! Monster!" The mad King Zhou came slowly towards them, holding a sword. His eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul.
He staggered and swayed, as if he was controlled by some evil force and lost himself. Ji Qiao's heart tightened. He never thought that he would meet his father here. "My father actually came out. Damn it." Ji Qiao cursed in a low voice, his heart was full of helplessness and anger.
"Demon, die!" King Zhou held the long sword in his hand and slashed at him frantically. The sword was as powerful as a storm, which made people tremble with fear. Ji Qiao was seriously injured and moved slowly, and was almost hit in the chest. At the critical moment, he hurriedly dodged to the side and narrowly avoided the fatal blow. Ji Qiao was furious, and a strong anger surged in his heart.
He punched King Zhou without hesitation. King Zhou fainted from the punch and fell heavily to the ground. Ji Qiao took a breath, touched his chest, and said with lingering fear: "It was a close call. You almost hit the immortal egg in my chest. This is my weak spot."
At this moment, the Egg of Immortality in his chest was emitting a faint light, as if silently reminding him of this fatal weakness.
"So this thing is your weakness." A voice suddenly sounded. Ji Qiao looked in the direction of the voice and saw his uncle Zhou Gongdan and his brother Ji Yong. Zhou Gongdan held the bow, his eyes full of majesty and determination, like a messenger of justice.
In front of them, an arrow came at them like lightning, so fast that people could not react. The arrow hit Ji Qiao's chest with incredible accuracy.
Ji Qiao's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. He said in astonishment: "What, how is it possible! The arrow is poisonous." He looked down at the immortal egg on his chest, only to see that the egg had been broken by the arrow, and the light gradually dimmed. Ji Qiao felt weak, his eyes went dark, and he passed out.
Zhou Gongdan looked at Ji Qiao who had fallen to the ground, his eyes full of anger and disappointment. He said, "I knew you, Ji Qiao, were up to no good. You let the Venerable Huandao preach, and it really brought disaster to the people."
Ji Yong threw himself on the sleeping King Zhou and cried sadly. His cry echoed in the ruins, full of sadness and helplessness.
Zhou Gongdan walked up to him, patted his shoulder gently, and said earnestly: "Little prince, the king is crazy, Ji Qiao is rebellious, this country will depend on you in the future." Ji Yong raised his head with tears in his eyes, and nodded as if he understood.
Duke Zhou Dan helped the King of Zhou up, took Ji Yong's hand, got on a two-horse carriage, and rushed out of the city like an arrow.
Ji Qiao fell to the ground like a dead dog, and no one cared about her.
They got out of the city smoothly. The Taotie outside the city was just sleeping, just like a lazy cat. It had always been like this. The leader's envoy who came here was surprised, but the Taotie did not attack them, so they were used to it.