Chapter 828 - Lunar Armor (1/2)

The jet-black dagger exuded a sinister and ghastly aura. It went through Xiao Luo’s True Inner Force Barrier and pierced his chest.

It was beyond Xiao Luo’s expectation for conventional weapons could never penetrate his True Inner Force Barrier. It would leave only one other explanation. The dagger was unique and not a common item. He immediately extended his hand to intercept it. If it were to pierce his heart, it would mean he simply failed to execute the most basic form of defense on his part.

STAB!

The black dagger pierced through his palm easily, and blood oozed from the wound.

“Harrgh!”

Chen Feng screamed viciously. He held the dagger with both hands and continued to push until it finally pierced Xiao Luo’s left shoulder. Then he stopped.

Xiao Luo looked at the dagger that had pierced through his right palm and into his left shoulder. He frowned as acute pain surged up to his brain.

Chen Feng had a smug grin and whispered to Xiao Luo so only he could hear him. “Brother Xiao, you are reckless, are you not? This dagger is an Immortal-grade god weapon, typically used by assassins in their missions. Even a barrier composed of True Inner Force means nothing to it. This dagger can easily kill you. Hehe, hehe…”

“Very well, then. I want the dagger too. You can go to hell…”

Xiao Luo responded in the same whispered tone, and his eyes glowered with murderous intent.

A few moments later, Xiao Luo discharged a powerful surge of explosive energy from his body. There was no scorching temperature or dazzling flames, but just an eruption of sheer True Inner Force.

BAM!

Chen Feng took the brunt of the force, and both his arms were torn from his body and flew off. Blood spurted from his mouth and nose before he lost control and plunged to the ground in a horrific state of mutilation.

The swirling energy rumbled before it sent waves of destructive force over thousands of meters in all directions. All the Martial Emperors still in mid-air suffered from the brutal shock. Blood spurted out from their mouths as they plummeted down from the sky. Some Martial Emperors smashed into the dwarven buildings, and the iron-cast buildings collapsed instantly, falling apart like hastily built structures.

Except for Ghost, everyone else in the square was knocked to the ground. Screams rang out in all directions. Even the Dwarven Elders on the stage were on the verge of being blown away, and all the citizens across Tarawa City felt strong tremors.

“Woah, that was impressive!”

It was the first time Ghost had seen Xiao Luo not holding back, and it appeared like he was removing withered tree stumps.

“He is at the Martial Saint level, for your information. It’s not a joke. Have you forgotten the day when he stoked fear into the Elders of your Sucking Blood Clan?” Duck Emperor reminded Ghost of the incident in the Dark Forest.

“This is why I say Luo is so handsome,” Ghost said, giggling.

In the meantime, crowds of people were slowly getting up from the ground. Many saw the dagger stuck in Xiao Luo. They had seen Chen Feng charging at Xiao Luo before he unleashed that cataclysmic burst of energy. Suddenly, the truth immediately came to light.

“He brought a weapon. It violates the rules!”

“The dagger does not seem like an ordinary dagger. Otherwise, it could not have injured the mysterious young man.”

“I can recognize him now. He is Chen Feng of the Snow Mountain Faction. He is sinister in character and a master in scheming. The Snow Mountain Faction overcame all the other factions around them. He played a pivotal role in all their defeats. A leader of a sect even treated him as his sworn brother. But in the end, Chen Feng secretly murdered him with poison.”

Going against the rules of the competition by using a weapon was dreadful enough. But using it to ambush another competitor was the most shameless form of assault. Everyone stood on Xiao Luo’s side and condemned Chen Feng for his dastardly deed. Some people who recognized Chen Feng revealed more of the vile nature of the Snow Mountain Faction. At that moment, Chen Feng became a public enemy.

The blast from the True Inner Force had torn off his arms, and blood oozed from his wounds. The force also badly mutilated his chest and thighs. Chen Feng laid on the ground, shrieking miserably. He knew he would have been better off dead.

Xiao Luo pulled out the black dagger and slowly descended to the ground. His palm and the left shoulder had almost recovered by the time he landed.

“You are not dead?”

He looked at Chen Feng, a little surprised. He was within the range where he would have taken the full impact of the blast. Yet he was still alive—where was the logic? By right, Chen Feng should have been a pile of mutilated flesh.