Chapter 122: The Thousand-Year Female Slave

Ambush!

Quentin looked shocked and suddenly turned around. Before he could even find the enemy’s position, a streak of black light appeared before him.

Silent and noiseless, yet astonishingly fast, it was close at hand in the blink of an eye. That streak of black light was cold and suffocating, giving people a feeling of being unable to breathe. It made one feel like vomiting blood even before piercing in. In that instant, everyone felt as if this sword was stabbing at them, and no matter how they dodged, they could not avoid it.

Death Oak’s Death Raid!

Hu Feng, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly launched a Fatal Strike.

This sword not only fused the understanding of the Sword Dao of the Cold Moon City Lord, Irgos, but also fused the talent of the Fourteenth Step Great Demon’s Great Slaughter Art. Since then, the Death Oak’s fate aura carried a trace of slaughter aura, making its attack even more astonishing. Quentin, who bore the brunt of it, instantly felt as if the whole world was his enemy, and there was nowhere to hide under Hu Feng’s sword.

Hah…

At the critical moment, the experienced Quentin shouted loudly. Since he could not dodge, he simply charged forward, his wild nature bursting out. He turned his body to dodge the vital spot, letting the sharp Death Oak pierce into his left shoulder, and chopped his blade at Hu Feng who was close at hand. He held the blade in his left hand and grabbed with his right hand in the void, seizing the Soul Refining Flask which was covered in runes. A massive Puppet Demon God phantom appeared behind him, and strands of black energy surged into Hu Feng’s body along the Death Oak, directly attacking his Soul.

Grand Puppet Technique!

Quentin, who had experienced countless storms in his life, adapted to the situation and launched a frenzied counterattack on the spot, attempting to instantly refine this powerful enemy, Hu Feng, into a puppet. With the augmentation of the Soul Refining Flask, the power of the Grand Puppet Technique increased twofold, making it impossible to guard against. This scheming and this courage far exceeded that of ordinary people. Caught by surprise, even Hu Feng almost fell into the trap. He suddenly spread his Dark Wings, pulled out the Death Oak, and flew backward with a ‘whoosh’. His face was dark green as he floated quietly in mid-air, refining the black energy that had surged into his body.

Heart-stopping!

Just after one encounter, both sides had taken a walk on the edge of death.

Quentin was stabbed in the left shoulder, bleeding profusely, and was almost stabbed in the heart by Hu Feng’s sword.

Hu Feng did not gain much advantage either. A black energy appeared on his face, his limbs were stiff and numb, and he consumed a large amount of Soul Power to barely control the spread of the black energy, his strength greatly reduced. If he were not also proficient in the Grand Puppet Technique and knew how to deal with terrible Soul attacks, he would probably have instantly become Quentin’s puppet instead.

“Who are you?”

Feeling the surging and pure Death Aura in Hu Feng’s body, Quentin tightly gripped the Soul Refining Flask in his hand.

He had many enemies, but after thinking hard, he could not remember when he had offended such a terrifying Dark Sword Saint. Hu Feng’s sword just now made him deeply smell the scent of death. If he hadn’t forced him back with the Soul Refining Flask, perhaps he would already be dead under his stormy critical strikes.

“Weren’t you looking for me everywhere, and even attempting to have the experts of the Morgan Family kill me?”

Hu Feng smiled coldly, agitating the Demon God Phantom within his body, little by little fusing and integrating the black energy entering his body, refining the Soul Imprint and will contained in the black energy by the Puppeteer Quentin. The Magic Crystal and Soul Crystal in his body accelerated their oscillation, brewing the next wave of attack. There was not much time left for him; Quentin’s large group of guards could rush in at any moment, so he must settle the battle quickly.

“You… you are Blackwater, the Blackwater who destroyed Cold Moon City together with Weinberg?”

Quentin was shocked and looked at Hu Feng’s figure, instinctively retreating two steps.

Cold Moon City changed hands overnight. This shocking news quickly spread to all the surrounding castles, and everyone had heard of the prestige of the mysterious person named Blackwater. Rumors from the outside said that he was a Great Demon Head with unfathomable strength, an Undead who could command all the Undead in the world. In the battle of Cold Moon City, Weinberg’s Sand City also lost a large number of troops, leaving both Cold Moon City and Sand City short on defense. But merely the prestige of Blackwater alone made many City Lords who were secretly ready to move give up their plans to send troops.

Wanting to become a local Overlord, conflict with Sand City was inevitable, but Quentin never expected that Blackwater, the legendary Great Demon Head, would come knocking on his door so quickly.

After a standoff for a moment, listening to the growing turmoil outside, Quentin was the first to lose patience. “Lord Blackwater, I have no designs on Cold Moon City or Sand City, and Weinberg has always been the City Lord I admire most. I think, is there some misunderstanding between us?”

Hu Feng could wait a bit longer, waiting for the moment Quentin revealed a flaw, but Quentin, the City Lord, could not wait any longer. So much time had passed, and his personal guards had not arrived yet; clearly, they were all bogged down in a bitter battle with the Flying Dragon Legion. The Great Demon Head Maurice had already escaped. If he didn’t act while his injuries had not yet recovered, perhaps there would be no more opportunity.

The revenge of a Demi-god Stronger!

Just thinking about it made Quentin’s hair stand on end.

“Yes, this is indeed a misunderstanding!”

Hu Feng’s thoughts were as fast as lightning. He quickly saw the anxiety and unease in Quentin’s heart. He paused and slowly continued: “However, to prove that you have no schemes and have not allied with the Morgan Family against me and Weinberg, go kill Redelson!”

“This…”

Quentin’s heart sank, understanding that the other party had come prepared.

His alliance with Redelson was carried out in secret; even some elders in the family did not know. Connecting this with the sudden attack from Flying Dragon City, it was obvious that there was likely a traitor by his side. The Nun Elder Pamela knew everything, but a puppet female slave whose Soul was in his hands could not leak the news. Several of his personal guards also knew some details, but their families all lived inside Graham City; they had no reason, nor the guts, to betray him.

“If you are unwilling to act, that’s fine too. Give me the Crystal Flask in your hand. That way, not only will it resolve the misunderstanding between us, but I can also help you persuade Weinberg to form an alliance with you.” Hu Feng smiled, proposing an even more impossible condition.

Through the hall’s windows, one could see the shadows of massive Flying Dragons destroying the buildings in the city one by one into ruins. Graham City was finished; under the ravage of the Flying Dragon army, it suffered unprecedented heavy damage. The soldiers were leaderless and could not organize a strong resistance or counterattack. From the direction of the Monastery, familiar screams were heard from time to time. The family elders besieging Maurice seemed to be in a bad situation too. Dragging on like this, the more time was wasted, the more disadvantageous it would be for Quentin.

“Fine, here you go!”

To Hu Feng’s surprise, Quentin agreed immediately this time and threw the Soul Refining Flask over. However, just as Hu Feng was about to reach out to catch it, eight strands of black smoke suddenly drilled out of the Soul Refining Flask. They transformed into eight giants nearly a hundred meters tall against the wind and spread out to surround Hu Feng. With a slash of the sharp blades in their hands, eight sharp Wind Blades were sent out, whistling towards Hu Feng with ear-piercing sounds of breaking through the air.

Fourteenth Step Titans!

Quentin, realizing his situation was bad, did not hesitate at all and attacked with full force. Hidden on the Wind Blades sent by the Titans was a barely discernible streak of black light. As long as it touched a trace, he was confident he could refine Hu Feng into a War Puppet on the spot.

Puff…

The eight lightning-fast blades instantly left eight deep wounds on Hu Feng’s body. Seeing Hu Feng injured, Quentin looked happy and manipulated the black light attached to the Wind Blades to seep into Hu Feng’s body, attempting to control his Soul in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, Hu Feng’s mind went blank, his figure became fainter and fainter, and he quickly disappeared with the wind.

Not good!

Quentin’s expression changed drastically. Realizing he had fallen for a trap, he reacted extremely fast, grabbing the Soul Refining Flask into his hand with a grasp in the void. With a thought, the Soul Refining Flask suddenly spewed thick black mist, shrouding his body. This cold and sinister black mist was the best defensive weapon; if an enemy touched even a trace, it would be difficult to escape the erosion of the Grand Puppet Technique.

Sure enough, Hu Feng, who suddenly appeared in front of him, had to retreat quickly when faced with the sudden black mist.

Stabbing in with a sword could certainly heavily injure Quentin, who had no time to dodge, but having the terrible black mist surge into his body along the Death Oak would probably mean he wouldn’t gain any advantage either. One careless move and he would become a puppet at the other’s mercy. He had to admit that this guy Quentin was much more proficient in the Grand Puppet Technique than he was.

“Hmph, count yourself smart. After I kill that old guy Maurice, I’ll let you taste the power of the Grand Puppet Technique!”

Quentin, whose plot failed, let out a cold snort. He stopped chasing the elusive Hu Feng and prepared to lead the eight Titans to leave quickly and besiege the powerful Maurice. Unexpectedly, just as he was about to turn around, Nun Elder Pamela, who had fallen nearby, suddenly jumped up. A triangular thorn covered in runes appeared in her hand, and with a ‘puff’, she stabbed it fiercely into his back.

“Pamela, you…”

Quentin looked back with difficulty at the Nun Grand Elder behind him, his eyes wide in disbelief. He never expected that this puppet female slave he had controlled for over a thousand years would suddenly launch a surprise attack. Without his command, the eight massive Titan puppets stood motionless, like eight stone statues.

“One thousand three hundred and fifty-one years, hahaha, Quentin, I waited one thousand three hundred and fifty-one years, finally waiting for this day!”

Elder Pamela pulled out the sharp triangular thorn, then stabbed down fiercely, leaving one fatal wound after another on Quentin’s body. “One thousand three hundred and fifty-one years, Quentin, do you know how much humiliation I suffered and how much pain I tasted to wait for this day?”

Pamela, who had finally avenged her deep hatred, looked as if she was crazy. Seeing this sudden change, everyone found it hard to believe. After the shock, the messenger who rushed in to report turned and fled. Before he could rush out of the gate, his head was pierced through by a streak of black light, and his body fell down with a ‘slap’.

Destruction Ray!

The mark of the Eye of Destruction appeared on Hu Feng’s brow. He spread his massive Dark Wings and floated in mid-air. He grabbed the Soul Refining Flask with a grasp in the void, and a ball of scorching Angel Flame appeared on his fingertips to refine this treasure on the spot. “Elder Pamela, what is going on here?”

Things were too sudden. While refining the Soul Refining Flask, Hu Feng looked cautiously at the seemingly crazy Elder Pamela.

Once refined into a puppet, one would completely lose self-awareness. With Quentin’s cultivation in the Grand Puppet Technique, it was impossible for such a low-level mistake to occur. Everything before his eyes was truly unbelievable!