C92 (2/2)

”Tan Yuan!”

Looking at his miserable companion on the ground, he could not believe his eyes. How could a dignified Stage Five Martial Master be smashed to death by his own weapon in such a pathetic manner?

This masked guy was this strong? But the intelligence clearly said that he was just a Stage Four Martial Master!

The Stage Four Martial Master could actually be killed this easily?

What a joke, there must be a mistake in the information!

He is definitely a top Stage Five Martial Master, or even … Stage Six Martial Master!

The tall man's heart trembled, and fear uncontrollably welled up from the bottom of his heart. But at this time, the intense trembling sounds drilled into his ears once again, and a fiery red spear flower began to rapidly expand in his pupils.

”Kill!”

The tall man suppressed the fear in his heart and stepped to the side. Staring at the bell eyes, he roared out loud. The long blade in his hand slashed towards the Fire Red Long Spear that was thrusting towards him.

This slash seemed to have infused all the Genuine Qi in his body, and the wide blade exploded with an extremely dazzling green light.

Whoosh! Wherever the long blade passed, an incomparably sharp and fierce aura surged like stormy waves, crazily surging and tearing through the void, dragging a sharp whistling sound behind it.

”Buzz!”

The spear in Tang Huan's hand shook as if it was alive, and then like a fire dragon turning over, it weaved around the blade's edge in an extremely strange manner.

”Bam!”

After a short moment, the green blade fell to the ground.

Amidst an earth-shaking ringing sound, dust and sand rolled up, creating two waves that were several meters tall. On the ground, there was an additional crack that was two meters long.

The power of this strike was extremely shocking.

However, the tall man felt his hands and feet go cold, and an uncontrollable chill arose in his heart. Indeed, the moment the long saber fell to the ground, he felt a wave of heat rushing towards him.

”Retreat!”

The tall man's eyes were filled with fear and shock. He let go of the hilt without any hesitation and wanted to retreat. However, the momentum of the red streak of light had completely exceeded his expectations. Just as he let go of his fingers, a piercing pain exploded in his chest.

”Clang!”

The moment the long saber fell onto the ground, the tall man's eyes widened. He looked down and saw that the fiery red spear tip had already pierced into his chest.

Faintly, the sizzling sound of burnt flesh could be heard from within his body. The tall man's eyes were filled with despair as he emitted a series of vague sounds from his throat, seeming as if he wanted to say something.

Tang Huan's eyes flashed, his long spear raised slightly, as the black clad man's large body flew up into the air, flying towards his companion's side.

”Hu!”

Taking a light breath, Tang Huan retracted his spear and stood still, his two eyes quickly swept across the area.

Not far away, the Stage Four Martial Master who had just escaped from a calamity stared at Tang Huan in shock. Not only was his face filled with shock, his mouth was so wide open that a fist could be stuffed inside.

Author's Note: The dead dragon 'Tan Yuan' appeared. Although he wasn't killed by his own iron claw, he was still killed by his own weapon. Sending flowers, swatting flowers.