Chapter 440: Chapter 170: The Little Girl in the Matrix (6k)_4
Yu Ziqi, carrying a sword box, leisurely sat on the city wall, clapping his hands and said, "It’s truly boring. There are over thirteen thousand acres of Spirit Field in this city, and they seem to be growing quite well."
Feng Cheng struggled to get up from the ground, wobbled a bit but barely stood still. Then he directly spat a mouthful of blood foam in Yu Ziqi’s direction, his eyes filled with resentment.
If it hadn’t been for the sect sending people to rescue him in time during the Blood Tai Sui incident last time, he would have already been dead. Now, having already died once, what else did he have to fear?
"Yu Ziqi, right? You’re indeed more powerful than this old man, reaching Nascent Soul Great Perfection at such a young age. But so what? Of those so-called geniuses, weren’t there three already slain by my sect’s Senior Brother Zhou Qing? You won’t be bouncing for long either, sooner or later, you’ll meet your end!"
Feng Cheng’s face was full of mockery.
Upon hearing this, Yu Ziqi’s expression changed instantly. Killing intent filled the air as he stared coldly at Feng Cheng and said, "I was originally planning to give you a quick death. Since you are so ungrateful, then enjoy the upcoming wonderful process!"
As Yu Ziqi finished speaking, he gently raised his hand. The sword box on his back suddenly trembled violently, followed by a series of buzzing sounds.
In the next moment, one side of the sword box slowly opened.
A snake-shaped long sword emitting a chilling green aura burst forth, continuously exuding cold air and pointing directly at Feng Cheng.
At this moment, the City Lord of Cyan Wood City, Hu Xuantang, saw this and hurriedly ran out from the city, involuntarily shivering.
But Feng Cheng had been here for many years after all, and the two had long become close friends. Hu Xuantang couldn’t bear to watch Feng Cheng be killed in front of him.
"Mr. Yu, well, your cultivation is at the Nascent Soul Realm, and stepping into Divinity Transformation is just a matter of time. There’s no need to take this seriously with a mere Golden Core Realm..." Hu Xuantang said through gritted teeth.
"Get lost!" Before Hu Xuantang could finish speaking, Yu Ziqi rudely interrupted him, his eyes full of impatience and disdain.
Seeing this, Feng Cheng hurriedly shouted at Hu Xuantang, "Old Hu, you are the City Lord dispatched by the Holy Martial Dynasty. Don’t meddle in this matter. Go back and cultivate properly, we’ll drink together in our next life."
Hu Xuantang’s eyes turned slightly red, afraid this was their final farewell.
Feng Cheng then looked at Yu Ziqi again, laughing loudly and mockingly, "You coward, you bully the weak and fear the strong. This is all you are in this life. Don’t think you’re so great. Sooner or later, you’ll face retribution!"
"Courting death!" Yu Ziqi was utterly enraged, the killing intensity around him surged further. The snake-shaped long sword behind him transformed into a green light and shot towards Feng Cheng like lightning.
However, Feng Cheng remained calm, slowly turned around, knelt in the direction of the Taiqing Sect, and closed his eyes.
"In the next life, I will be a Taiqing Sect disciple again!"
Ding!
However, Feng Cheng did not feel the expected pain. Instead, he heard a crisp metallic collision.
There was also Yu Ziqi’s enraged roar.
Feng Cheng slowly turned his head, staring blankly at the familiar figure standing behind him, his eyes filled with disbelief.
His lips trembled slightly, but he couldn’t speak for a long while.
"What are you looking at? Your Master Hu is here!" Yan Xiaohu’s brash voice sounded in front of him, then he helped him up.
"Are you okay?" Lu Yaoyao asked with concern.
Looking at these once extremely familiar people in front of him, Feng Cheng felt as if he were dreaming, his mind in chaos.
Is this a flashback before death or just a final illusion?
"It’s you, Zhou Qing!" Yu Ziqi roared angrily, his voice filled with endless resentment. He immediately got up from the city wall, his eyes burning with fury, staring at Zhou Qing.