The Journey of Feng Zun 2
Chapter 114

Feng Zun's words pierced the black-robed man like a knife.

The most annoying and embarrassing part was that Feng Zun used his own words to turn around insulting him. It was so embarrassing that he felt like his lungs were going to explode.

When he manipulated the power of the Ancient Guarding Energy in the past, he could even easily make the Immortal God give up and sink into despair.

When had he ever been trampled to this point? 

The expressions of the spectators in the distance turned a little strange. 

When they heard Feng Zun mocking the black-robed man, they felt a desire to laugh, but they did not dare. On the other hand, holding it back was a bit unpleasant. 

It's true the saying goes, when a phoenix loses its feathers, it's no different than a chicken!

But of course, no one dared to underestimate the black-robed man.        

He was simply unlucky for meeting Feng Zun. If others were here to deal with it, there was very little chance among the spectators that it would survive!

"Young man, momentary glory may be beautiful, but don't let it make you complacent!" The black-robed man took a deep breath and said coldly, "I…"

When he was just about to say something, he saw Feng Zun was about to attack.

His heart instantly shook, and he shouted, "Enough! Try again, and this woman I'll destroy!"

As he spoke, he waved his sleeve.

Within Feng Zun's field of view, a graceful figure staggered, and the robed man gripped his snow-white throat.

Feng Zun's brows were slightly wrinkled.

Her captive was a young girl with peerless beauty, she wore simple clothes, had bright eyes, teeth as beautiful as pearls, and thin eyebrows.

But at this moment, his skin paled almost transparently, and his eyes were tightly shut. The presence of his aura was extremely weak, and it seemed like he could barely hold on any longer.

A'Cang!

The Primordial Spirit Soul Xuantian Essence that was born from the Origin Power of Luo Land!

"I didn't expect that even someone as arrogant as you, would commit such despicable behavior" Feng Zun said coldly.

There was a commotion among the distant spectators. They also did not expect the black-robed man to do something despicable like this, when he had been suppressed completely!

The black-robed man said in a disdainful tone, "The victor will become the king, and the loser will become a bandit. Staying alive is the main thing. So, why talk about something reprehensible or not about an action?"

With a hostage in hand, he was clearly fearless.

Feng Zun immediately said, "Let him go, and I will give you the path to life."

The black-robed man turned his head back and laughed, "You still dare to be so haughty even now, little bastard? Don't tell me that you really wouldn't care if I killed him?"

As he spoke, he pressed his finger against A'Cang's left arm, scraping the blood-causing wound. As golden blood gleamed out from his wound, the black-robed man opened his mouth and devoured it.

"The fresh blood of this woman turned out to contain the power of the Ice Soul Golden Blood. This was a top-tier heavenly medicine, they said it could even revive the dead. It has countless miraculous uses, and it can heal the wounds on my body." 

The black-robed man licked his lips, looking satisfied.

Feng Zun's expression was not too shaky. However, his gaze grew increasingly distant, incomprehensible, and indifferent.

Those who knew him knew what this meant, his opponent had provoked his deepest killing intent.

"Ha.ha.ha, why don't you say anything now? Are you pretending to be calm? Or are you really in a dilemma?" the black-robed man laughed out loud.

It seemed like he wanted to vent his anger over the actions of Feng Zun who stepped on him earlier.

His expression was full of ridicule and contempt, "Aren't you supposed to be capable enough, little boy? If you really care about this woman's life, why are you still standing there like an idiot, are you too scared just to make a move?"

Yet it seemed like he was also afraid to provoke Feng Zun completely, and he then changed his tactics sharply, "What about this? Hand over the Luo Vein Seed, and I will release it now. If you refuse, he'll die without a doubt."

The atmosphere was instantly gripping and oppressive.

The hearts of the spectators in the distance felt uneasy, and they watched with bated breath.

Feng Zun looked at A'Cang. He was severely injured, and his eyes were still tightly closed, it seemed like he was unconscious.

Back then, it was A'Cang who first gave him the Luo Vein Seed. How could he possibly watch her die?

Suddenly, the black-robed man laughed coldly, "You better be polite and be a good boy. If you dare try to do a trick, he'll just die sooner."

Feng Zun focused his gaze on the black-robed man and said flatly, "Initially, I was somewhat interested in your origin and background, and I planned to give you a chance. But unfortunately, you don't appreciate it...

He took a deep breath, then again said, "Do you? There's nothing I hate more than someone else threatening me this way."

As he said that, Feng Zun spoke without the slightest change in emotion.

The black-robed man suddenly felt something. His expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously tried to dodge.

However, he was a step late.

A faint strange light suddenly shone on Feng Zun's deep and distant gaze.

Immediately after, the faintly black-robed man suddenly saw a terrifying mysterious Dao Sword that was shackled by nine layers of god chains.

That Dao Sword floated within his sea of consciousness, with a majestic power like a vast and boundless universe.

Instantly, the black-robed man felt his mind buzzing, and he looked at the stars.

It was as if a terrifying and boundless sharp tip tore through his entire sea of consciousness. 

The pain is indescribable!

"Fuck! If I die, he'll die too!" shouted the black-robed man.

He exploded with a terrifying dark flame, and he would tighten his grip on A'Cang's neck.

Bang out!

Within his sea of consciousness, his soul burst out like a soap bubble, completely unable to withstand the aura of that mysterious and terrifying Sword Dao.

The dark flames that raged around the black-robed man instantly extinguished. The hand that held A'Cang's throat shook, then limped, and loosened its grip.