C43 (1/2)

Chapter 43 - small tower Prestige (1)

Chen Feng was surprised, frowned, clenched his teeth, and stopped in mid air. He quickly rushed to Fourth Princess's side, at the same time, a gold light flashed out from his hand, and the golden longsword drew a strange arc, blocking the injured spirit king's hand.

Boom! *

A huge power, a fierce energy was suddenly released. Chen Feng, who brought along Fourth Princess, was sent flying ten meters away before he managed to stabilize himself.

After being stunned for a moment, the cold glint in his eyes grew even stronger. With a loud roar, he swept his leg towards Chen Feng's direction with lightning speed.

”Open!” Chen Feng shouted as he quickly activated his Nameless Mysterious Art. A layer of faint red light appeared outside his body, forming a layer of Innate True Divine Light.

The power of the Innate True Handle was much stronger than normal spiritual state which was condensed with spiritual energy, but it was still kicked away by the injured spirit king. The power seeped into Chen Feng's body and he spat out a mouthful of blood, a light flashed across his eyes, his killing intent slowly spreading.

If it was an ordinary spiritual state, the kick would have turned it into a pile of mud, but Chen Feng had caught it, but the price he had to pay was not small, his internal organs seemed to have been moved, an intense pain coursed through his entire body.

He continued to persevere. The Nameless Mysterious Art circulated for a cycle within his body and his injuries immediately became more or less healed. It was just that a large amount of the energy within his body was consumed by the blood essence.

”Fortunately I cultivated the Nameless Mysterious Art, and also had the Overlord's Profound Fist as my foundation to train my body beyond the average trainer. Otherwise, even if I had the immense energy of the blood essence, I probably wouldn't have been able to recover in time.” Chen Feng thought that he should pay more attention to the cultivation of the external work. At the same time, the mysteriousness of the Nameless Mysterious Art allowed him to deeply understand that this was not a simple technique.

”Hmm? ”He's actually not dead yet?” The injured spirit king was puzzled, a look of ridicule flashed across his eyes, yes, it was a ridicule, a look of contempt.

It was just two level seven Martial Cultivator s, Chen Feng and Fourth Princess, who were not in his sight yet. Even if they stood there without moving, Chen Feng and Fourth Princess were still powerless to do anything to him.