Peerless War God

As for the other human cultivators, they too had suffered quite a few casualties.    

Elder Yu had lost an arm, and there was a bloody hole on his chest. Although it had already been treated, fresh blood continued to seep out, and his aura became weaker and weaker.    

The treasure boxes on the second floor of the treasury were also missing a lot. It was obvious that they were taken by the surviving cultivators.    

There were still some purple and golden colored treasure boxes left. It would be difficult to take them out within a short period of time …    

Chen Xiao's body flashed forward.    

He glanced at the heavily injured Elder Yu and checked his injuries with his spiritual will before turning to Luo Cheng.    

"Brother Luo."    

"Brother Chen, it's great that you're still alive. Where is the Sea Race expert that chased after you?"    

Seeing Chen Xiao return from the third floor of the secret warehouse, Luo Cheng was both surprised and happy.    

"He's trapped. He won't be able to come out for the time being. Now, everyone, hurry up and escape." Chen Xiao sent a message to the others.    

Besides the severely injured guest elder Yu, there was only Elder Di and Chen Lin by Luo Cheng's side. The rest of the cultivators had disappeared without a trace. It was likely that they were doomed.    

Beside Luo Yan, the strong man and the beautiful woman were also injured. Their faces were pale and their expressions were ugly.    

In comparison, the casualties on the side of the Water Moon Sword Sect were much smaller.    

"Chen Xiao, you have a way to break the formation?"    

Yun Congfeng, who was meditating, opened his eyes and looked at Chen Xiao with a serious expression.    

He nodded in response.    

Originally, with his understanding of the Two Elements Reversal Formation from the ancient jade slip, he couldn't break it in a short amount of time.    

However, no matter how strong the formation was, it could not withstand the passage of time, nor could it withstand the repeated attacks.    

In order to break through the trap array on the third layer of the secret warehouse, Fin Xiu had used all of her strength to further destroy part of the array.    

Right now, the formation was already shaking like the wind and clouds, and it was on the verge of collapse. With just a bit more strength, it could be broken open.    

"Brother Chen, if you can really break the formation and help us leave, I, Luo Cheng, will definitely remember this favor and repay you in the future." Luo Cheng said resolutely.    

Chen Xiao glanced at him and nodded without saying anything.    

At this moment, the unconscious Fairy Yun was temporarily taken into the small world by him. He had no idea how long he would be trapped with his pursuers. The most important thing was to escape as far as possible.    

He had to break through them. Saving these people was just a matter of convenience. However, if he could take this opportunity to sell them off, then he would be able to reap some benefits in the future.    

"Little friend Chen Xiao, if we are able to leave the ruins of the Sea Dragon Palace alive, in the future, the Water Moon Sword Sect will always regard you as a friend and honored guest." Yun Congfeng asked in a low voice.    

Now that the words had been spoken, it was about time.    

Without wasting any time, Chen Xiao made his move. An invisible water blade condensed in the palm of his left hand, and an Azure Flame Fireball condensed in the palm of his right hand.    

One fire and ice perfectly corresponded to the power of two elements.    

Just as he was about to make his move, with a hum, the door to the secret warehouse's first floor's whirlpool of cloud moved. A terrifying figure covered in black armor, holding a steel fork in its hand, barged in.    

These Sea Tribes were all over ten zhang tall. There were Flood Dragons, Gui Clans, and Ou Clans, and their auras were all terrifying. The leader of these Sea Tribes was a powerful expert, and his aura was not any weaker.    

Seeing this, Chen Xiao's heart skipped a beat. Another Immortal Realm expert with his strength sealed had come.    

Hundreds of Seafolk experts covered the sky as they blocked the entrance. Their goal was self-evident, as they wanted to cut off all paths of escape for the human race cultivators present.    

This scene caused Luo Cheng and the others to feel despair in their hearts.    

That Fu Clan's expert had an incomparably huge right arm, and an incomparably sharp pincer. His face was extremely hideous as he scanned through the scene, asking, "Where is Seventh Prince Ao Feng?"    

No one responded as the two sides faced each other coldly.    

At the time he received the distress jade slip, the Fu Clan's great cultivator was quite far away. Back then, when he and Fin Xiu had heavily injured Fairy Yun, she had used a secret technique to escape.    

Then he separated from Fin Hugh and went in two different directions in search of his whereabouts.    

However, he arrived too late. It would be better if he coincidentally ran into Chen Xiao and the others who were preparing to escape.    

Before he could receive even the slightest response, his gaze turned cold and he said coldly, "You won't say anything, right? Then I'll kill you first and extract your souls to search for memories. The result is the same, die."    

He raised his huge pincers and a hundreds of zhang long water blade, crazily spinning and hacking towards those human cultivators with extreme speed.    

"Chen Xiao, what are you waiting for!"    

Yun Congfeng's eyes were also red, but his hands were not slow at all. He took out his sword sheathe and countless flying swords shot out. They turned into a sword dragon and rushed towards the Jia Clan big cultivator.    

"Hmph, those who block me will die."    

The Fu Clan cultivator's expression did not change. His claw with a terrifying water blade swung back and forth several times. With a 'chi chi chi' sound, it actually cut the sword dragon into several pieces, scattering it everywhere.    

Yun Congfeng's face paled as a mouthful of blood leaked out from the corner of his mouth. Seeing this, the Fifth Martial Sister was at a loss for words.    

In her eyes, her incomparably powerful master had only met face to face, yet he had been broken through by the Fu Clan's great cultivation into his ultimate move. He had received serious injuries.    

It had to be known that swordsmen's swords were equivalent to swordsmen's lives. Each sword was carefully selected, and required painstaking effort. Their lives were intertwined, and that was why swordsmen's sword attacks were astonishingly powerful.    

Similarly, once the sword was destroyed, the cost would be huge.    

With this attack, who knew how many flying swords were directly destroyed, and at the same time, the strand of divine will that Yun Congfeng had placed on them was destroyed.    

"I refuse to accept this, the sword is coming."    

Yun Congfeng's face was as pale as paper, but unyielding flames still burned in his eyes. How could he be willing to die here and forcefully activate his spiritual will?    

The flying sword that was originally swept away suddenly paused, stopping its decadent momentum. It released rays of bloody light that gathered together to form a blood-red sword dragon. Although this crimson sword dragon was a bit smaller than before, its power was much stronger than before as it charged toward the Qi warrior.    

"Stubborn fool! Today, Japan will know that the difference between the Immortal Tribulation and the Rebirth Realm is like the distance between heaven and earth, which can never be overcome."    

"Double pincer kill."    

The Jia Clan big cultivator raised the huge pincer in his right hand, and the two ends of the pincers separated, and each pincer was attached to a water blade. With a crazy spin, the pincer flew towards the blood colored sword dragon, and with a forceful pincer, kacha, the blood colored sword dragon was sliced apart again, and immediately crumbled.    

"Pfft ~"    

Yun Congfeng spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately became dispirited. He temporarily had no more strength to fight and the disciples beside him quickly protected him as they nervously stared at the terrifying Biao Clan great cultivator.    

Just as the Argus Race expert crushed the blood-colored Sword Dragon, a blood-colored flying sword suddenly drilled out from the ground. It was just like a blood-colored lightning bolt, moving too fast as it shot forward.    

— — The content is from [Mick Read]