Shennong Dao Master
Chapter 439 - 42: Be More Careful in Your Next Life (6K)_4

Chapter 439: Chapter 42: Be More Careful in Your Next Life (6K)_4

"Ah—"

"Pfft!"

"My hand!"

The Qi and Blood Battle Formation was shattered, and the effect was fatal.

The damage spread, transferring the trauma to two hundred Black Dragon Guards.

When the golden sword struck the Black Dragon’s illusion, some suddenly lost their hands, others had their feet chopped off, and still others were bisected at the waist!

Qian Shougang was greatly affected as the core of the battle formation; from his right shoulder to his left waist, a terrifying bloodstain appeared.

If Qian Shougang’s previous injury from the golden sword was but a minor wound to a Sixth Grade Martial Artist, then now it was a serious injury!

Among experts, a slight mishap could determine victory or defeat!

"Stop, stop fighting, I am..."

Qian Shougang was scared, terrified.

Seeing Long Xiao leading five hundred soldiers from the Brave Camp in formation charging towards him, he sensed death approaching.

But before he could finish his speech, his heart suddenly tightened as if grasped by a large hand.

"Pwah—" Qian Shougang spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, staring fixedly in a certain direction.

Zhao Xing’s fourth high-grade spell—the Flying Snake Transformation!

Had the battle formation been intact, Qian Shougang would not have suffered internal injuries from Zhao Xing.

However, his battle formation was instantly shattered, allowing Zhao Xing’s spell to break through his Gang Qi defense, affecting the Five Elements Qi inside him, causing violent changes in his Inner Heaven and Earth of Five Elements. This was the peculiar nature of the responsive spells!

Yet even so, Qian Shougang was not dead. At the perfection of the Sixth Grade Heavenly Gang Realm, fueled by Earth Evil Qi, Heavenly Gang Qi reinforced his body, making his flesh extraordinarily resilient.

Qian Shougang abruptly withdrew the entire Black Dragon illusion into himself.

The two hundred Black Dragon Guards connected to him died instantly.

Meanwhile, Qian Shougang received a replenishment, and the wound from his shoulder to his waist healed significantly.

Gang Qi surged around his body as he abandoned his subordinates and fled towards the distance.

Qian Shougang took out the Thousand-Mile Token from his person and frantically called out to the Black Dragon Army Camp, instantly transmitting his location to the stationed troops.

"You deal with these people; I’ll go to kill him. Leave no survivors."

Zhao Xing’s figure appeared from the mist, as the Cloud Boots activated, he pursued the severely wounded Qian Shougang.

Upon seeing this, Long Xiao immediately turned his sword’s edge and began to clear out the remaining Black Dragon Guards.

...

Qian Shougang was indeed a true Sixth Grade, but at this moment he was at the end of his strength, hanging on solely by the life force of the other Black Dragon Guards. The faster he flew, the more severe his wounds became.

Zhao Xing caught up to Qian Shougang in just three minutes.

"You, who are you?! Why do you want to kill me!" Qian Shougang asked in despair.

"Why kill you, don’t you have an idea in your mind?"

"Just because I requisitioned your supplies?" Qian Shougang found it unbelievable; he couldn’t accept that Zhao Xing would kill him over that matter.

After all, he was an authentic Sixth Grade!

Zhao Xing sneered, "Thinking of stalling for time in front of me? You’re still too green."

"See the clouds in the sky?"

"I might as well tell you that your expected reinforcements are already on their way, just five kilometers out."

"The fastest ones will probably take only about forty-five breaths to arrive."

Upon hearing this, Qian Shougang’s eyes lit up.

If he could just hold out for forty-five breaths, he could survive!

Zhao Xing threw a symbolic spell at Qian Shougang, who indeed proved to have a soaring will to live and a bursting desire to survive.

But immediately afterwards, a thick fog rolled in, enveloping the surroundings: "Too bad, they won’t be able to find you or see you."

"Because under this cloud and mist lies my domain!"

As his words fell, it began to rain from the sky.

"Ting, ting, ting, ting, ting!"

Countless droplets combined into a multitude of streaks, bombarding Qian Shougang, who swung his war saber desperately in defense.

But Zhao Xing’s actions completely shattered Qian Shougang’s mentality.

Having lost the instinct to fight back in desperation, he was merely swinging his war saber instinctively, his wounds growing steadily worse.

The Rain Dripping Skill was extinguishing the flame of his life.

Under the threat of death, he finally couldn’t refrain from begging for mercy from the commander of the Divine Might Army whom he had always looked down upon, even though he didn’t know Zhao Xing’s name.

"Yes, I’m sorry, spare my life..."

"It’s okay," Zhao Xing’s voice rose from the mist, "In your next life, be more careful."

As his words concluded, the Rain Drop pierced through Qian Shougang’s skull.

"Thump—" Qian Shougang, riddled like a sieve, fell to the ground.

Qian Shougang’s eyeballs bulged, dying with his eyes wide open.

As the fog lifted, he saw reinforcements arriving in the sky, but it was too late; he couldn’t hold on until that moment and was completely dead.