Chapter 1034 - Fear (1/2)

Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations

Ning Lang looked back and cursed out. “I’m a fool if I don’t run away. Do you think we’re like you?! Come after me if you have guts, d.a.m.n old witch! If you catch this young master, I’ll consider you having some skill!”

The golden boots on his feet displayed their power. He ran as fast as a shadow and as swift as the wind. The evil Nascent Soul cultivator couldn’t catch up with him, but she was unwilling to let them go. Thus, she was chasing after him with gritted teeth, especially when the little fatty turned around and scolded her from time to time. However, she still couldn’t catch that abdominal kid, which made her angry to the point of nearly spitting blood.

“d.a.m.n little fatty! Don’t let me catch you! Otherwise, I will peel your skin while you are alive!”

The evil Nascent Soul cultivator was driven mad with anger. She chased after him with all her strength. What was most hateful is that the person in front was provoking her, but she just couldn’t catch up with him.

The other evil Nascent Soul cultivator was entangled with the Cloud Devouring Beast. One human was fighting against one beast. The roar of the Cloud Devouring Beast and the airflow attack by its counterpart could be heard from time to time, making the ground rumble and quake.

But at this moment, a mournful voice filled with indignation came from halfway up the mountainside. The piercing cry caught everyone’s attention.

“Feng Jiu!”

“Who! The! h.e.l.l! Are! You?!”

The Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator’s dantian was pierced through by Feng Jiu’s Qingfeng Sword. The sword penetrated the dantian from the front to the back and blood flowed down the blade. The evil Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator held the sword in both hands and as she could only watch helplessly as her blood flowed down. Her eyes were fixed on the young man in red in front of her as if she would never stop asking who he was.

The young man’s red clothes fluttered in the sky, the jet black hair flew in dishevelled fas.h.i.+on sweeping the cold and handsome face.