Chapter 522: Chapter 333: Cold and Cynical_2
Looking at the many experts, Lan Feng knew he needed to quickly reduce the enemy’s numbers. Although Deng Wu and Little Dragon had the ability to instantly defeat several enemies, he was still just an Emperor Ranking Expert at the moment. He could not handle twenty experts of the same rank.
Realizing this, Lan Feng and Yan Xiaobao didn’t wait even a second. He stomped the ground fiercely, harnessing his explosive power, and shot toward the experts. When they saw the speed of Lan Feng’s attacks, their faces tightened visibly in alarm.
Before any of the experts could understand what was happening, golden light flashed across the room, followed immediately by the sickening scent of metallic blood slowly spreading. This shocked the Emperor Ranking Experts, who activated their Wu Wei and bathed themselves in the familiar golden glow.
Watching this, Lan Feng sneered coldly and stomped the ground again, accelerating like a ray of light toward another expert. In his hands, blades formed entirely from Wu Wei emerged. The blade pierced directly through the protective barrier, and with a gentle swing of his hand, another head came flying off.
Lan Feng had already moved twice, but in these two movements, ten Emperor Ranking Experts had lost their lives, their heads now rolling on the ground. Their bodies collapsed lifeless onto the floor.
With a chilling glint in his eyes, Lan Feng stared at another group of experts. Just as he was about to charge at them, he had to dodge a streak of golden light. He stomped the ground to stabilize himself before retreating to his companions to shield them from a sudden attack aimed at him.
Yan Xiaobao’s gaze turned to Zhong Hui, observing the golden energy whip in his hands. It twisted and lashed with lethal precision, killing anything it touched. Even Lan Feng would be harmed if he came into contact with this whip.
Glancing at the girls and Deng Wu, Yan Xiaobao’s vigilance heightened. Utilizing Wu Wei, Lan Feng managed to voice everyone’s thoughts.
"Deng Wu, you and Little Dragon, aim to reach the Hope Ladder. Escort the girls out to protect them. I will handle this young Zhong Hui and attempt to eliminate more Emperor Experts." With a sigh, Lan Feng’s eyes grew resolute, filled with cold fury.
"Once ready, unleash the laws immediately. Let them take risks and venture forward on their own. Let them experience what it’s like to fight on the ground. The rest will set off for the Capital. I assure you, I will return someday to retrieve you."
At his words, the room fell silent. Sha Yun was on the verge of protesting, but Deng Wu shook his head and placed his hand on her arm.
Instead, Deng Wu allowed Little Dragon to regain control of his body, and together with Yan Xiaobao, they charged directly through the enemy Emperor Experts.
Though Little Dragon was clearly unable to dominate the experts as Lan Feng could, he still managed to defeat them one by one. While the Emperor Experts he opposed did not die, they were heavily injured. A smile spread across his face as he spotted the stairway ahead—until a shadow suddenly appeared. A Commander, illuminated by faint light, surged sharply from above his line of sight.
Seeing this, Little Dragon gathered Wu Wei around his body, and a golden dragon abruptly emerged. The Golden Dragon instantly coiled protectively around Deng Wu.
The Commander was stunned to find that the coiling dragon bore the mark of the Azure Dragon. Shockingly, the dragon defending Deng Wu suddenly shot out at lightning speed. Its jaws opened, revealing four sharp fangs that locked onto the Commander’s arm, eliciting blood-curdling screams that echoed through the room. Yet, the Commander did not yield—he wrenched his arm free from the dragon’s jaws. Blood poured from four massive puncture wounds, violently torn open.
Witnessing this, Deng Xiaolong smirked coldly as Little Dragon’s beastly instincts took over. With a roaring motion, Little Dragon raised his arm once more, summoning another golden dragon. Now, two dragons coiled around his body, unleashing repeated and rapid attacks on the Commander.
The Commander relied on his Wu Wei to forge two massive hammers—clearly intended for offense. The hammers danced around him, emitting golden radiance. Each time they struck the dragons, the Commander would be forced to take a step back, but in the process, he managed to shatter one or two beautiful golden scales encircling Deng Wu’s body.
Deng Wu and Yan Xiaobao weren’t the only ones fighting. As Zhong Hui took action, the doorway became crowded with King Ranking Experts attempting to advance. Fortunately, only one person could progress at a time, allowing Xu Biao and Xie Lan to work together, easily winning battle after battle. Despite this, they understood that they couldn’t keep recklessly expending their Wu Wei to block the doorway forever. They knew things would only get tougher for them, despite their dogged persistence.
While Little Dragon and Deng Wu were engaged in their battle against the Commander, and the two King Ranking Experts were doing their utmost to seal the doorway, Yan Xiaobao stood in the center of the room. Lan Feng was confronting Zhong Hui before him. A sly grin appeared on General Frozen’s lips as a golden light ball replaced the whip he previously used to attack.
It was unclear whether the golden light in Zhong Hui’s hands was meant for offense or defense. Nevertheless, Lan Feng refrained from attacking. He was patiently waiting for the right moment to tip the scales in his favor.
Both Hui Yue and Lan Feng understood the harsh reality: if their friends were to escape, fleeing this battlefield wouldn’t be an option. Zhong Hui was far too formidable. However, Yan Xiaobao might be capable of entangling him while simultaneously eliminating many experts with their shockwaves.
That was another reason why Yan Xiaobao hadn’t yet started fighting. The weakest people in the room, the ones most likely to fall victim to random attacks or shockwaves, were the two girls—those whom Yan Xiaobao had long decided he would protect.
A resolute expression emerged on Lan Feng’s face. Inside Yan Xiaobao’s heart, however, a melancholic voice resonated, "I’m sorry, Lan Feng. This could be our end. But if that’s the case, then let’s go down in a blaze of glory!" Yan Xiaobao’s words sparked an uncontrollable laugh from Phoenix.
"I don’t intend for us to die just yet," Phoenix said with a chuckle. "In terms of raw power, I may be weaker than this man. However, I am a divine beast. I possess things this man could never dream of."
Without offering further explanation, Lan Feng stomped the ground and charged once more, moving at an immeasurable pace toward the many experts ahead of him. Some were King Ranking Experts who had managed to breach the doorway, while others were Emperor Experts who had survived Little Dragon’s onslaught and recovered from their injuries.
Blood splattered on the walls and the floor; heads were severed left and right, as if Phoenix faced no obstacles. His once-white hair turned red, dyed by the blood of his enemies. His stunning white and blue robes were similarly stained crimson. Even his azure eyes seemed shrouded in a red mist, swirling with rage inside him. The fog pulsated, eager to burst outward, desperate to partake in the bloody massacre.
At first, Zhong Hui was caught off guard. Seeing Yan Xiaobao charge recklessly, the General had initially expected Phoenix to make him his direct target. Yet at the last moment, the bird changed course, rushing past him and charging at the myriad experts in the room, slaughtering them ruthlessly and plunging the battle further into despair.
Watching Yan Xiaobao, Zhong Hui, though aware of his greater strength, found his entire body trembling with excitement as he saw the blood-soaked adversary ultimately turn his attention toward him.
While Yan Xiaobao and Lan Feng successfully eliminated many experts, Xu Biao and Xie Lan were finally forced out of the doorway. Now, the two stood before Sha Yun and Wang Julong, shielding the girls from King Ranking Experts who had entered through the door. Sweat dripped from their foreheads, their teeth clenched tightly, and their Wu Wei surged from their bodies. They unleashed attack after attack to repel any advancing opponents.
However, their defense wasn’t flawless. Xu Biao’s chest bore a shallow sword wound; his arms and legs suffered direct punctures. Only Wang Julong’s healing kept him upright.