252 Death to Those Who Enter! (2/2)

It was especially so after he experienced the power of the Dharmic Armament firsthand. As he thought back to the terror that had overwhelmed him, his hunger grew. To his mind, the power of the Dharmic Armament must have been the cause of his terror.

It's at least an eighth-grade Dharmic Armament!

It's mine now! Excitement flashed in Zhou Fei's eyes. Initially, he had pursued Wang Baole because he had been given the mission of silencing the latter. However, his goal had changed. Silencing Wang Baole was simply a secondary objective. His real aim was to possess Wang Baole's Dharmic Armament after killing him.

He thought about how, with the Dharmic Armament, he could even hold his ground against a perfected Foundation Establishment realm cultivator to a certain extent, and he grew even more excited. However, the numb icy feeling on the blue patch on his right arm and the blood on his forehead made him very much aware of how difficult a foe Wang Baole was. He narrowed his eyes, lifted his right hand, and pulled out a round bead and shattered it. In an instant, thick black smoke rose into the sky.

Soon, multiple shadows sped from all four corners of the forest towards him. They were the remaining dozen or so perfected True Breath realm cultivators from the Five Generation Sky Clan.

They appeared and saw the disheveled Zhou Fei, and they were all instantly alarmed. They didn't dare question Zhou Fei though.

”Wang Baole has been injured badly. All of you are to go after him. I'll seek a reward for the one who kills him. You'll get twenty fragments and can advance to the Foundation Establishment realm immediately!” Zhou Fei spoke slowly. When the rest heard what he had said, their breathing quickened, and their faces flushed red immediately. They followed their orders and started their pursuit in the direction Zhou Fei had pointed them.

Zhou Fei followed behind. He stared at the dozen cultivators in front of him, contempt and indifference hidden deep in his gaze.

Their only purpose was to wear Wang Baole down. If they could force Wang Baole to use the Dharmic Armament again, it would be even better.

With them wearing Wang Baole down, he would be able to kill the latter more easily and get his hands on the Dharmic Armament. If the rest didn't perish in battle and found out about his possession of the Dharmic Armament, he could simply kill and silence them. Their deaths would be on Wang Baole's head. The plan was flawless.

At the thought, the greed and excitement in Zhou Fei's eyes shone more brightly. Alongside the rest, he disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Deep in the forest, Wang Baole was deeply wounded and breathing heavily. The most serious injury came from the backlash from using the Dharmic Armament. If he hadn't possessed one-hundred-percent spirit meridians and practiced the Compression Art the Little Missy had taught him, resulting in his cultivation vastly surpassing the typical perfected True Breath realm cultivation, the backlash would have been even worse.

Fortunately, his understanding of the Mystic Trace Fog greatly surpassed that of an ordinary person. In his continuous search and journey forward, the initial rare wisps of mist grew more numerous as he ventured further in the direction he had taken. It was then that he saw, in the field of vision of the mosquitoes that were scattered around him, the perfected True Breath realm cultivators from the Five Generation Sky Clan.

They just don't know when to quit! Wang Baole frowned. He ignored them and quickened his pace until he reached the center of the region where the Mystic Trace Fog would form. He studied the surrounding and whirled around suddenly. Instead of continuing to run, he raised his right hand and pulled out the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament, his saber. With a sweep of the saber, he drew a circle with a fifty-yard-wide radius on the ground.

He stood still, in the middle of the circle, Dharmic Armament in his hand, and stared into the distant forest coldly. Soon, multiple shadows dashed out and surrounded Wang Baole.

”He who enters this circle dies!” Wang Baole stared coldly at the people surrounding him. He gripped his saber, the tip of its blade pointed to the ground, the tone of his voice casual.

An intense battle aura erupted from his slightly round body suddenly. A black tornado circled around him, blanketing the rapidly gathering mist. Within the black tornado, a ferocious giant crocodile loomed.

The erupting spirit energy roared and rose to the skies. Death loomed in the air, and a cold, merciless aura surged outwards with Wang Baole's words. The assailants could feel a sudden drop in the surrounding temperature. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

His words, together with his blood-stained clothes and his icy stare, seemed to be imbued with a startling power that alarmed all cultivators who heard him and shook them to their cores. It was like… a warning from the god of death!

Gradually, the cultivators around Wang Baole started breathing heavily. They were all highly strung and cautious, and they didn't immediately approach. The circle, and the person standing in the middle of it, had shocked them greatly. They weren't idiots. Someone who had fought Zhou Fei and survived could hardly be a weakling!

As a result… in the forest, be it Wang Baole in the center of his circle, or the group of cultivators surrounding it, all gradually fell quiet. A deathly silence broken only by breathing descended upon the area!