Chapter 429 - Death Before Dishonor (1/2)
Translator: StarReader
Editor: Elitecoder
The leader had a cold smile, “Huangpu Fenglei, did you think that combination art was all to deceive you? Wrong, so very wrong, ha-ha-ha…”
The ice on Huangpu Fenglei grew harder and thicker, his body soon became rigid and only his eyes were moving. He ended up getting caged inside the ice like a lion, poised to jump out at a moment’s notice and rip its query to pieces.
“Don’t look at me like that. There’s no chance of coming out of this. The ice phoenix’s cold energy is keeping you frozen, not to mention the icy energy in your body keeping your Yuan Qi sealed. This way, our Dark Heaven Finger works in tandem with the first attack and freezes you solid.”
The leader’s eyes sparkled with the joy of victory, “Ha-ha-ha, you may be a peak expert, but with your Yuan Qi on ice, even if you get out of our move your power will be cut in half. Huangpu Fenglei, you brought this on yourself!”
Despite being frozen stiff, Huangpu Fenglei didn’t panic, speaking in a sinister tone, “Hags, don’t write me off so early. Your parlor tricks are no match for me!”
Huangpu Fenglei let out dragonic roars and exploded in a golden shower.
Roar!
Nine golden dragons shot from inside him. The powerful Yuan Qi waves shook the ice off and sent the three women flying as well.
The three left a trail of blood as they hit the ground.
Looking up, they watched Huangpu Fenglei come down like a god, wrapped in nine dragons and with an overbearing aura.
That relentless power surging around him was testament to his state of health, undamaged, untouched.
It came at an even greater shock to the women, followed by despair. If even their combined attacks couldn’t do anything, this man was a freak, godlike!
They lowered their heads, bitter, having lost all hope.
Huangpu Fenglei eased up on the glaring light show and overlooked them like the emperor as he raised a second finger, “Imperial Tyrant Body Art is the strongest cultivation method among the houses. No one can stop me. That was the second move.”
“Sisters, we have one more chance. Have you thought about it?”
The leader showed resolve, ready to die. The other two smiled, “What’s there to think? Of our peak skills, we can only use that!”
“Let’s do it!”
The leader nodded, getting their feet under them and watching Huangpu Fenglei above without any fear, “Huangpu Fenglei, you better keep your word. Since you said, you’ll give us three free moves, then three is what we have!”
“Of course. My word is my bond. But what could you possibly come up with that can work, humph…” Huangpu Fenglei snorted.
The leader was calm, “Nothing, only our blood for our house!”
The three jumped high at Huangpu Fenglei, with power and speed.
Huangpu Fenglei frowned, unclear of their aim.
[What other combination art are they using? Why can’t I sense anything?]
The Venerables took three directions around him and shot their palms forward.
With three sounds, the palms impacted Huangpu Fenglei’s perfect body, without so much as a scratch.
Huangpu Fenglei just took it like a champ, with arms crossed. He looked at them curious, “Is this your final move, a palm? There was not even a skill behind it. There’s no way you can harm me with that. You’ve lost your last chance.”
“Ha-ha-ha, thank you Sir Huangpu for giving us these free moves, but this palm is only half of it.” With an odd smile, the leader made a sign.
The other two followed.
Huangpu Fenglei was puzzled, [Do they want to use some super secret art?]
But why did that sign feel so familiar? He shot his eyes wide open and cried, “Self-destruction?! You…”
“This is our last move, death before dishonor!” The women grinned.