PFC Chapter 208 This Saint was careless and failed to dodge.
Chapter 208 This Saint was careless and failed to dodge.
"Kid, who are you calling incapable?"
The green-haired turtle's indignant voice came from among the group of men in black robes.
"boom--"
As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful aura erupted from the green-haired turtle's body.
A blinding light burst forth, and the black-robed figures at the forefront were sent flying backward, coughing up blood, as if struck by an ancient savage elephant.
"Damn it, I was careless just now, I didn't dodge!"
It broke free from its restraints and soared into the sky, its face grim as if it had swallowed a fly: "I didn't expect that bald guy to have a royal-level treasure that specifically suppresses the soul. I wasn't paying attention and fell for his trick."
Although it is no longer at its peak, this setback is still quite embarrassing.
"kill!"
At this moment, the remaining men in black robes reacted and swarmed forward again, attacking.
"This is never going to end... Have I been too nice to you guys?"
The green-haired turtle looked annoyed, seething with anger and wondering how to vent it.
Then, it opened its mouth and spat out a beam of golden light.
"Om-"
A tiny coffin, no bigger than an inch, floated in mid-air, growing larger in the wind, and in an instant transformed into a small mountain, hovering above its head.
One side of the coffin is carved with magnificent landscapes, exuding a powerful and majestic aura; the coffin lid is inlaid with the Big Dipper, its dazzling starlight adding to its mysterious and extraordinary appearance.
What's most intriguing is the aura emanating from this golden coffin, which has an ancient and desolate feel, as if it once buried countless years ago.
"What's this?!"
The group of black-robed men who rushed forward exclaimed in surprise.
Before they could even react, the golden coffin trembled slightly, and an invisible pressure spread like a tide.
"What's wrong? I can't move!"
All the men in black robes were immediately trapped in a quagmire, pinned to the spot, unable to move, and filled with panic.
Seeing the look of horror on their faces, the green-haired tortoise raised its neck high and said disdainfully, "You bunch of trash, you think you can use me, the Saint, to make soup?"
The golden coffin trembled once more.
"puff!"
The terrifying pressure was like a landslide and a tsunami. Dozens of black-robed men were sent flying like straws. Those with weaker cultivation levels exploded into blood mist on the spot, leaving no trace of their bodies.
Even a Martial King in the early stage could not withstand this power, and in an instant, his bones broke and his tendons snapped, leaving him severely injured and collapsing to the ground.
Now, only three men in black robes are standing on the field.
Even with their late-stage Martial King cultivation, blood trickled from the corners of their mouths, their faces were pale, and they were struggling to hold on, unable to last much longer.
After eliminating all the black-robed men with another blow, the green-haired turtle was just about to breathe a sigh of relief and take a break.
But then a death-defying voice came, "Since you're alright, help me hold him off for a moment."
After saying that, Li Wudao turned around, cut the chains with his sword, and carried the weak Zhou Bai out of the arena.
The green-haired turtle stood there, its mood utterly bewildered in the wind. "..."
"Is there any mistake?"
The green-haired turtle couldn't help but complain, stretching its dark neck and shouting, "I'm just here to make a cameo appearance, not your personal henchman!"
However, when it saw the young man solemnly healing Zhou Bai, it couldn't help but sigh, its face sullen as it said:
"Meeting you is the worst luck I've ever had in my life, I must have owed you something in my past life!"
At this moment, Cheng Yuanliang stood in the void, his lips twitching, his expression one of extreme anger.
An ant who was once hunted down by him and could only flee in panic has now come to his territory and dares to treat him as if he doesn't exist, rescuing hostages right in front of him.
With such an arrogant attitude, who could tolerate it?
"Li Wudao, no one can save you. Today, I will kill you!"
He roared and transformed into a black shadow, accelerating towards Li Wudao, his eyes filled with terrifying killing intent.
Suddenly, a golden streak of light blocked his path.
The green-haired tortoise, riding the Heaven-Slaying Coffin, charged in recklessly, taunting, "Baldy, your opponent is me... No need to look, I'm talking to you, you dead bald guy!"
"Get over here right now, or you'll get a beating!"
Seeing the green-haired turtle's obsequious appearance, Cheng Yuanliang was filled with rage, his face contorted with rage. "You're asking for death! I'll slaughter you, you beast, and make turtle soup!"
He usually hates it when people talk about his bald head, but this unremarkable turtle keeps calling him "dead bald head" so smoothly, it's just too much!
"What are you barking about, you little dog? When you die, I'll use this coffin to collect your corpse!"
The green-haired turtle was also angered, and roared loudly, controlling the golden coffin to suppress it.
"Using a broken coffin as a weapon? How ridiculous!"
Cheng Yuanliang sneered, shaking the Soul-Capturing Bell in his hand violently.
Although the coffin was somewhat strange, he relied on his superior cultivation level and the fact that he had a royal-grade artifact that could suppress the soul, so he did not think he would lose.
"Jingle Bell--"
This time, the bell rang throughout the entire underground palace, the sound waves almost solidifying into a tangible form, creating several rings of blood-black ripples that rapidly spread outwards.
Wherever it passed, even space itself was visibly distorted, and its destructive power was several times stronger than before.
Clearly, Cheng Yuanliang was genuinely enraged and no longer intended to hold back.
Seeing that the green-haired turtle had forgotten its lesson and dared to charge over recklessly, he couldn't help but sneer repeatedly.
It's as if I can already foresee the amusing scene of the other person's pained expression and falling headfirst to the ground.
However, what he didn't expect was.
Despite being within the attack range of the Soul-Capturing Bell, the green-haired turtle remained unaffected, its expression unchanged and its movements unrestricted.
"How could this be...? Could it be because of that golden coffin?"
Cheng Yuanliang was startled and found it somewhat unbelievable.
The Soul-Capturing Bell is a renowned royal-level treasure of the demon race, specifically designed to counter the soul. Even if the opponent is stronger than oneself, this item can often achieve unexpected victories, proving effective time and again.
This was the first time he had ever encountered someone—no, uh… a large, dark turtle—that could negate or even be unaffected by the Soul-Capturing Bell, which shattered his understanding of the world.
Just as he was briefly lost in thought.
Suddenly, Cheng Yuanliang's expression changed drastically. He felt an invisible pressure crashing down on him like a mountain, causing him to stagger and have difficulty breathing.
"Such a powerful oppressive force... What kind of treasure is this coffin?!"
He stared in disbelief at the golden coffin floating above his head, feeling a sense of dread.
He tried to break free of the restraints, but it felt like he had thrown himself into the sea; all the power surging within him was dissipated, and even his movements became much slower.
Although they weren't suppressed like those men in black robes, they were severely restricted for a short time and could only watch helplessly as Li Wudao rescued people.
off the field.
"Senior Brother Li... I'm sorry."
After Li Wudao's treatment, Zhou Bai's complexion improved somewhat, but he was still weak, and his face was full of guilt as he said, "I didn't keep my promise to you..."
Li Wudao's heart sank, a vague sense of foreboding washing over him. "The others..."
Zhou Bai trembled, his voice hoarse as he said, "They...were all thrown into the blood pool by that beast Qi Xinghai..."
"I watched helplessly as they were corroded and melted by the blood, heard their screams, and could do nothing..."
Upon hearing this, Li Wudao's expression changed, and anger surged within him.
Damn demons, damn Qi Xinghai, how dare they use their Xuantian Sect disciples as nourishment! Their crimes deserve to be punished!
After a moment of silence, Li Wudao's gaze fell on Zhou Bai's empty sleeve, his face darkening. "Qi Xinghai did this too?"
"It is... the First Prince Li Zheng!"
Zhou Bai shook his head, his eyes flashing with deep-seated hatred, and said:
"I condemned him for colluding with the demons to harm his own people, even though he was a prince. Unexpectedly, he turned on me and humiliated me in every way. My two junior brothers were also whipped to death by him..."
Li Wudao clenched his fist instantly, his eyes flashing with a cold light.
Not long ago, he beheaded the second prince.
Unexpectedly, the so-called eldest prince reappeared in the blink of an eye, and his methods were even more ruthless and decisive, leaving no room for compromise.
It seems that the Great Yu royal family has no reason to exist anymore!