Chapter 97: Cold Moon Sword Saint

The suddenly appearing Undead Army instantly turned the stalemate situation around.

Looking at the densely packed Undead, Weinberg widened his eyes, “Brother Blackwater, this… is this the reinforcement you spoke of?”

Summoning a few Undead Creatures is not difficult for a Dark Mage, and summoning a hundred or so is not impossible for some outstanding Magicians. But summoning nearly ten thousand Undead troops at once is simply impossible; even a world-class Stronger who has cultivated to the Peak of the Holy Step does not possess such ability!

A grand gesture!

Weinberg, who was always calm, could not help but feel shocked. Sensing the pitch-black and wide Ghost King Cloak on Hu Feng’s head, which faintly hid a fluctuation of Death Aura, his heart stirred. Clearly, Hu Feng carried a power ful Undead system Divine Artifact within his body; this was the only explanation!

“That’s right, this is our reinforcement!”

Hu Feng smiled, looked at the shocked Weinberg, and continued, “Brother Weinberg, what is it? Do you think the number is still too few?”

“No, it is enough, more than enough! This time, Cold Moon City will surely fall!”

Weinberg was full of Killing Intent. With a wave of his hand, the personal guards beside him blew the charge horn. Suddenly, the soldiers’ morale was greatly boosted, and they attacked with all their strength.

In contrast to the soldiers of Sand City, seeing countless Undead pouncing over, the morale of the Cold Moon City defenders dropped to freezing point. Especially some new recruits and conscripted laborers with weak wills, seeing their partners who had just died stand up in the blink of an eye and pounce at them, they were Soul Scatters and Spirit Dissipates. No matter how the Commander behind them threatened, they only had the thought of turning around and retreating quickly in their hearts.

“Brother Blackwater, our losses in Sand City are very great for this operation. After taking Cold Moon City, you see…” Weinberg said while looking at Hu Feng.

“No problem, the castle belongs to you. As for taxes and resources produced by various resource points, I only want half!”

Hu Feng had high aspirations; he did not look at the gain or loss of one city, but at the entire Wasteland. Weinberg was full of ambition, which was his flaw, but also his greatest strength. Such a person would never be satisfied and always had the ambition to expand. Cooperating with such a person, both sides could take what they needed and quickly improve their strength.

“What big words, the war is not over yet, and you are already dividing my castle!”

Just as Hu Feng and Weinberg started to divide the spoils, a team of men and horses finally rushed out of Cold Moon City. They were invincible and quickly crushed a bloody path.

The young man at the front had clear eyes and a tall, straight figure. He wore no helmet and no heavy armor, only a simple but spotless white warrior suit. His whole body floated lightly in mid-air, his face calm, showing no joy or anger. The energy fluctuation in his body was not strong, but like the beating of a heart, it rose and fell steadily, merging with the Magic Power fluctuation between heaven and earth.

He was the sky, he was the earth!

The young man in the white robe stood casually in the air, looking like an ordinary Demon Hunter, but upon careful sensing, he gave people an invincible feeling.

Cold Moon City Lord!

Seeing that the castle was about to fall, the Cold Moon City Lord, who was holding the line on the city wall, finally could not hold back and rushed out.

Not seeing him for a while, he looked even younger than last time. Returning to simplicity, the energy fluctuation in his body became purer, as if he had stepped into a completely different realm. He looked harmless, but when his massive Divine Sense spread out, one could discover wisps of sharp Killing Intent. Within a radius of a thousand meters, all was shrouded by wisps of restrained Killing Intent. Hu Feng had an intuition that if he moved even slightly, he would immediately attract a fatal blow!

Sword Saint!

Hu Feng’s heart tightened, and he slowly spread his huge Dark Wings.

Originally, this operation was almost certain to succeed. Unexpectedly, the Cold Moon City Lord, who had stayed at the Peak of Tier 9 of Grand Swordsman for thousands of years, actually broke through the bottleneck in a short time!

“So it is you!”

Hu Feng was greatly shocked, and the Cold Moon City Lord in the white robe was even more shaken in his heart.

The battlefield was shrouded in thick Dark Mist. Standing on the city wall and looking at Hu Feng’s blurry figure, he sensed a trace of familiar energy fluctuation. But the combat power Hu Feng displayed was too astonishing, so he did not recognize him immediately, thinking it was some old fellow from the Weinberg family who had been in seclusion for tens of thousands of years. Unexpectedly, it was Hu Feng, the Great Demon Head who had been defeated by him in the past!

“Weinberg, do you know that today you made a mistake, a huge mistake!”

The Cold Moon City Lord had a calm face, as if chatting about family matters with an old friend for many years, “Thirty-seven thousand five hundred years, more than thirty thousand years, the grudge between our two families has deepened, and there is no possibility of resolution. After breaking through to the Holy Step realm, originally, considering that you have not had it easy these years, I was prepared to let you live a few more years. Unexpectedly, you couldn’t wait to deliver yourself to my door so quickly. Speak, do you want to hang yourself on the city gate of Sand City, or let people whip your corpse?”

The Cold Moon City Lord, handsome like a youth, did not speak loudly, and his face was calm, but every sentence made Weinberg, who only had the strength of the Eighth Step of Grand Swordsman, sweat like rain.

A generation of Sword Saint who is the king among swords and the saint among men!

Moreover, he was a City Lord who had stayed at the Peak of Tier 9 of Grand Swordsman for nearly ten thousand years and had accumulated immense power. Once he broke through the bottleneck, he was undoubtedly making a great leap forward, much more powerful than an ordinary Sword Saint!

Although he had experienced countless storms, Weinberg had never been this nervous at any other moment. The distance between the two sides was only a short one hundred meters. With the ability of a Sword Saint, he feared that a single encounter would be enough to cut off his head, and the guards beside him would not have time to rescue him. If he had known that the Cold Moon City Lord had cultivated to the Holy Step realm, he would not have rashly sent troops, let alone risk his life to come to the battlefield in person.

“Brother Blackwater, how about…”

Sensing the invisible Killing Intent in the air, Weinberg subconsciously took half a step back, and a strong intention to retreat sprang up in his mind. But thinking about the pursuit of a Sword Saint, he dared not act rashly, so he had to place all his hopes on Hu Feng.

“Brother Weinberg, leave this City Lord to me. War Pets with Holy Step strength are easy to find, but a War Pet or slave with the status of a City Lord is rare!” The huge Dark Wings flapped gently, and Hu Feng arrived in front of the Cold Moon City Lord, “Great Lord City Lord, I didn’t expect we would meet again. Hmm, Lasalle really looks like you, the more I look, the more alike he is. I really miss the days when I held his neck; his skin was smoother than that of a beautiful girl!”

Weinberg’s limbs went cold, and he wished he could fly far away instantly; Hu Feng, however, faced him head-on, deliberately provoking the Cold Moon City Lord’s anger while secretly looking for his weaknesses.

The Cold Moon City Lord slept on brushwood and tasted gall, and under arduous cultivation, he finally broke through the bottleneck and became a powerful Sword Saint. But his powerful strength not only did not make Hu Feng retreat, but instead made his fighting spirit surge.

The long robe on his body moved without wind, and the power fluctuation in his body rose steadily. With a ‘roar’, all the Undead on the battlefield roared in unison, and each one accelerated their attack madly. With a ‘boom’, they knocked down the crumbling city gate in one fell swoop, and the siege army, whose eyes were already red from killing, surged in like a flood.