Chapter 225: The Dainty yet Terrifying Doggy Paw (1/2)

Chapter 225: The Dainty yet Terrifying Doggy Paw

Translator: E.3.3.Editor: Vermillion

This was the first time Bian Changkong had sensed such an intimidating force of pressure. He had nearly forgotten what a palpitating heart feels like, but it evoked sentiments that were buried deep inside.

The puppet lump before his eyes did not emit a flood of true energy which he found irrepressible, but it did give him a clear sense of unwavering, peerless quality. In terms of true energy, the puppet was unable to make him feel subdued, yet when it came to sheer momentum, he was forced to admit defeat.

When the gigantic knife came slicing down, the true energy from his long spear was like a winter's day ruined by a flaming bonfire, ice melting into water. In short, it did not awe the puppet at all.

Bian Changkong suddenly froze from head to toe. The single slash of knife terrified him so much that it felt like he had just fallen through the hole of an iced lake.

The true energy within his body circulated with great difficulty, a phenomenon that was unthinkable. He, a superior existence even in the three Godly Temples of the Wildlands, was now stricken with dread.

With his spear knocked out of his hands, Bian Changkong suddenly felt a sharp pain between his thumb and index finger. He remained dumbstruck as he subsequently sensed a strong wind brush past.

Swoosh!

So fresh and crisp was the sound of knife meeting flesh, sending goosebumps down one's body.

The speed of this purple-eyed puppet before him was alarmingly fast, as a light breeze that had swept past him with a giant knife.

Afterwards, a hideous wail rumbled behind him.

Bian Changkong instantly felt his chest heavy. His entire figure trembled as he began drawing in sharp breathes.

At this very moment, the alleyway had become awfully still.

A rubber ball-like material bounced onto the floor, emitting a loud thud… everyone's heart shuddered as they gazed at the person behind Bian Changkong with petrified eyes, their bodies literally shivering with fear.

The wail came and went quickly, as if smothered by a hand strangling one's neck.

Bian Changkong slowly twisted his head. His aged eyes shrank as chills ran down his spine.

Whitey's also mechanically rotated its neck. The purple ray from its eyes flashed once again but then reduced into a shade of red. The ominous glare that targeted all of heaven and earth with a killer's instinct had also dissipated with this switch of light.

At once, the crowd felt a lessening tension in their hearts and began to breathe rapidly.

Before Whitey's body knelt a massive shadow of a figure. This gigantic body was covered with bulging muscles akin to stirring dragons, yet its head had been completely severed.

Fresh blood continued to spew out like a fountain, spreading a pungent bloody odor throughout the small alleyway.

The great knife in Whitey's hands turned back into a fan shaped robotic palm. It twisted its head around and targeted a dumbfounded Bian Changkong with a red glow of light.

Eighth… an eighth grade War-God… just got beheaded?

In this unremarkable little corner of the Light Wind Empire, an eighth grade War-God… had fallen?!

Bian Changkong's aged face shook violently. His hunched back slouched down even more.

All of a sudden, his entire body was showered with coldness. He lifted up his head and locked eyes with the red gleam emitting from the metallic lump puppet.

The intent to kill that he had worried about was no longer present, but… he still had an indescribable bad feeling.

”Troublemaker… you will be stripped as an example to others.”

Whitey announced mechanically after flashing its red beamed eyes and scanning it across Bian Changkong's body.

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”Owner Bu, I really need this Five Stripes Path-Understanding Fruit. I am wondering whether you might bear the pain to give up this beloved gem?”

Mu Lingfeng's eyes glistened as they shifted onto Bu Fang. He simultaneously began summoning the force within his body. This force of pressure produced by his cultivation as a seventh grade Battle-Saint spread and inched toward Bu Fang.

A fifth grade Battle-King was no different from an ant in the eyes of a seventh grade Battle-Saint. Simply by releasing a force of pressure with one's true energy, a seventh grade Battle-Saint could send a fifth grade Battle-King down to their knees like a dead dog. That was the discrepancy of their power.

Even though Mu Lingfeng recognized deep down that this was somewhat immoral, he suddenly craved to witness the stony Owner Bu sprawling over the floor like a dog.

Just envisioning this fascinating image filled his heart with excitement!

The store's primary buffer was currently preoccupied with an eight grade War-God outside. Though he didn't know how that turned out, he didn't expect there to be any suspense left. After all, the number of eighth grade Battle-Saints outside… definitely exceeded one.

”Are you threatening me?”

Bu Fang's mind had just snapped back from receiving the system's orders and immediately noticed Mu Lingfeng edging closer and closer to him with a body fully charged of true energy.

An expression that clearly harbored malicious intentions belied Mu Lingfeng's elegant, gentle complexion. His gaze… was clouded by a strangeness.

Kneel… could it be that I haven't released enough forces of pressure?

Mu Lingfeng muttered quietly inside as he took a step forward. He shuddered, however, when he detected Bu Fang's perplexed look.

Taking another stride, Mu Lingfeng increased his pressurizing by another degree, one which any typical sixth grade Battle-Emperors would find unbearable, let alone a mere Battle-King.

Bu Fang blinked his eyes and watched as a flushed face Mu Lingfeng closed in on him. He couldn't help but roll his eyes. This one here… was he an idiot or what?

Why hasn't he knelt down yet? Why has he managed to stay perfectly calm under my force of pressure?! Impossible!