In the blink of an eye, this powerful figure from the Penglai Realm decisively abandoned activating his Divine Thought to manipulate the Heaven and Earth Power and move his body to evade that sword.
If his body were injured, he could recuperate with time, but a severe blow to his spiritual world might render him a fool.
He knew well which was the lesser evil.
This powerful figure from the Penglai Realm shouted a word.
The formidable Spiritual Power unleashed by Yang Fei was barely blocked by him.
However, doing so left him no way to avoid that sword.
The sword penetrated directly from his back to his belly, taking a strand of fresh blood with it.
The expert from the Penglai Realm let out a painful scream, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes as he swiftly pointed his fingers, ignoring the soft sword left in his body, to seal the major acupuncture points around the wound first.
Although his body was pierced, this sword was not fatal, and with his True Qi’s control, the vital organs within successfully avoided the area the sword passed through.
As long as he could escape, this flesh wound was insignificant.
However, how could Chris let him escape?
Seeing the flying sword’s warning, Chris grabbed a tree branch next to him and hurled it fiercely toward the Penglai Realm strongman.
The trunk surged with impressive momentum, though not as sharp as the soft sword, the force of Chris’s throw meant a collision would cause greater harm than the flying sword.
This Penglai Realm expert dared not be careless, enduring the immense pain, and swung his hand to fend off the branch.
A branch as thick as a thigh was knocked away by his sweep.
But in that moment spent, Chris closed the distance significantly, and not only that, a second tree trunk came flying.
The formidable Penglai Realm expert was furious, yanked the soft sword from his body, True Qi surged inside, ignoring the spurting blood from the wound, the sword hummed low, slashing the second trunk away.
Seeing Chris closing in, he resolved, at the moment his body touched the ground, not to escape but charged toward Chris, slashing down with a sword.
Chris was taken aback.
He hadn’t expected the person to act unpredictably.
At the crucial moment, Chris’s figure flickered and dodged away.
Having several sharp nails on his claws cut, regeneration needed time, not to mention the slash previously slicing his palm open; taking another onslaught might sever his claws.
Chris had just evaded when Yang Fei and Qin Yanyang arrived.
This Penglai Realm powerhouse harbored deep hatred towards Yang Fei, roaring angrily, he flung a sword towards them.
At the same time, he turned and fled.
He was very aware that he was no match for the three, so the priority was running for his life.
Yang Fei gestured and caught the sword.
He was tough and highly defensively resilient, but the power of the thrown flying sword greatly overwhelmed him, causing his palm to split.
Luckily, the injury wasn’t deep.
Qin Yanyang held the long sword and shouted, "Throw me over."
Yang Fei’s heart moved; he grabbed Qin Yanyang’s hand and spun swiftly, releasing his grip in an instant.
Qin Yanyang spread like an eagle, flying forward at remarkable speed.
In the blink of an eye, she leaped over the head of the Penglai expert, her long sword slashing down, blocking his escape route.
This Penglai Realm expert was named Dubian Lang.
He abruptly halted his flurry and darted off to his front left.
Chris immediately followed suit, and Qin Yanyang also pursued in that direction.
Unexpectedly, Dubian Lang’s maneuver was a decoy; his darting figure swiftly reversed, charging opposite the two. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel[f]ire.net
His Qing Gong technique was exceptional, and his Breath Holding Technique was even better, otherwise, he wouldn’t have eavesdropped for so long undetected before.
At this moment, he had no mind for prolonged battle; he only sought an escape, utilizing the Dubian Family’s Qinggong movement technique to its utmost.
As he was about to burst through the encirclement, his face drastically changed, and a furious shout erupted from him.
Just as the shout escaped, it was abruptly halted as he grunted, blood trickling from his mouth and nose abruptly before he fell headlong to the ground.
Turns out, at the critical juncture, Yang Fei again activated his Divine Soul Power to launch a sneak attack on him.
Seeing Dubian Lang collapse headfirst onto the ground, Chris was both surprised and delighted, darting with a punch that hit Dubian Lang hard.
Inside Dubian Lang, his internal organs were utterly pulverized.
Although injured by Yang Fei’s sneaky assault, he hadn’t turned utterly witless, yet this punch from Chris extinguished any hope of survival.
He raised his head in despair and resentment, glaring at Yang Fei with great bitterness.
If not for Yang Fei’s continuous psychic strikes today, he wouldn’t have been caught!
Chris clearly saw Dubian Lang’s face, his pupils shrunk slightly, exclaiming softly.
Qin Yanyang and Yang Fei rushed over, guarded, hand in hand, prepared for any sudden events.
Dubian Lang, hearing Chris’s voice, finally cast his gaze on him, angrily saying, "Chris, you’ll pay dearly for your foolish choice today."
Chris secretly rejoiced, grateful he captured this guy.
He said to Yang Fei and Qin Yanyang, "He is Dubian Lang, a top expert from the Penglai Realm Dubian Family, how should we handle him?"
Qin Yanyang took out her phone, started recording but didn’t say a word.
Chris immediately understood her intention.
Without hesitation, Chris pounced on Chris like a beast and bit into Dubian Lang’s neck.
Two long fangs plunged into Dubian Lang’s main artery.
Amid greedy swallowing sounds, Dubian Lang let out a scream of despair.
In a matter of moments, Dubian Lang’s cries ceased, completely dying.
Chris, however, did not let go, continuing to gulp down the other’s blood.
Soon, an ominous, bloody, and violent aura emanated from Chris.
Yang Fei quickly grabbed Qin Yanyang, retreating swiftly more than ten meters, vigilantly watching Chris.
Chris seemed oblivious to their actions, still greedily devouring Dubian Lang’s blood.
For the Blood Clan, fresh human blood is the most valuable tonic, and the essence blood of a powerful Martial Cultivator like Dubian Lang is the finest delicacy.
The Blood Clan’s consumption of such strong blood not only quickly restores their own blood and energy depletion but also digests a part of the True Qi contained within the blood, making them even stronger.
In less than a minute, Dubian Lang’s originally normal complexion turned dark purple with black, his pupils dark as pits, seemingly sunken deep.
His entire flesh and blood shriveled significantly, like a desiccated corpse drained of blood and moisture, chilling under the moonlight.
Though Qin Yanyang was bold, at this moment she felt a wave of fear, instinctively shrinking her body closer to Yang Fei.
It wasn’t until Chris siphoned the last drop of essence blood containing True Qi from Dubian Lang that he stood up.
He lifted his head, facing the phone screen filming him without concealment, stretching out his tongue to lick the blood around his mouth.
Yang Fei and Qin Yanyang both tensed internally.
In just over a minute, through the consumption of Dubian Lang’s blood, Chris’s condition seemed restored to its peak!