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Chapter 98: Death Oak

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Chapter 98: Death Oak

The city had fallen!

Sudden cheers and shouts of killing were deafening.

Watching his castle being breached like this, with thick smoke rising everywhere, the Cold Moon City Lord’s face turned iron-blue. But soon, he quickly calmed down and quietly looked at Hu Feng in front of him, as if everything had nothing to do with him. However, the Killing Intent everywhere in the Void became heavier and heavier, ready to explode at any moment.

Having cultivated to the Holy Step realm, both his strength and state of mind had made a qualitative leap. It seemed that no flaws could be found, and no one could defeat him. This demeanor of not showing joy or anger before a great battle, along with his confidence and power ful aura, reminded Hu Feng of a person—Hei Mu!

If before, the Cold Moon City Lord was only somewhat similar to Sword Saint Hei Mu, now, he had gone from looking similar to being similar in spirit. The same pride and coldness, the same confidence and power!

Sensing the other party’s firm will and intent to kill, Hu Feng could not help but start to waver.

Summoning the Horror Knight Commander Baresa, Holy Angel Taliana, and others to attack together, he had absolute certainty of defeating the powerful Cold Moon City Lord; but if it was a one-on-one fight, he only had a fifty percent chance, or even less than fifty percent! The Cold Moon City Lord, handsome like a youth, could be said to be a born warrior, obsessed with Cultivation his whole life. After breaking through the bottleneck and stepping into the Holy Step realm, his combat power was far stronger than imagined.

“Evil Great Demon Head, speak, speak your name. This Death Oak has been immersed in the blood of unknown numbers of Witches and Demon Hunters. Being able to die under such a Divine Artifact, you should feel honored!”

The Cold Moon City Lord stared at Hu Feng not far away and slowly pulled out an ancient wooden sword from his waist.

There was no pressuring Killing Intent, no cold light flashing from the blade’s edge, yet it gave people a mysterious, unfathomable feeling. The moment the sword was unsheathed, a strange ‘buzz’ sounded between heaven and earth, and wisps of profound aura came from the Void. Weinberg and the others who had retreated to the side to watch felt nothing, but Hu Feng, who bore the brunt of it, suddenly felt his body become heavy. The Great Mystery Demon God Phantom inside his body actually showed signs of being pulled out and swallowed by the wooden sword.

Death Oak!

The Cold Moon City Lord’s face was calm. Scenes that were blurry and unfamiliar appeared in his mind, as if he could see through his past, present, and future. A mysterious, obscure aura appeared on his body.

This wooden sword was the only relic left by his father before his death. It was said that his father obtained this treasure by accident while wandering in the Witch Mountain Range when he was young; it could slaughter Demons and slay gods and ghosts. On the surface, however, it looked no different from an ordinary wooden sword. It was not until he broke through to the Holy Step realm and constantly sensed the aura of the ocean of Magic Power that he discovered the wonderful use of this wooden sword. Not only could it absorb a large amount of Magic Power, but his Divine Sense could also sense the legendary Soul Ocean, making his Cultivation progress a thousand miles a day, and his power soaring within a short time!

“Blackwater!”

Hu Feng showed no fear on his face. He surged his Magic Power to suppress the restless Great Mystery Demon God Phantom inside him. He raised his right hand, and a miniature Altar appeared on his palm. From a distance, it looked like he was holding a shrunken mountain peak. “This is the Dragon Slaying Platform left behind in the ancient Dragon’s Grave. It has slain unknown numbers of ancient giant dragons. Being able to offer your blood essence and life on this ancient Altar, you should also feel very lucky!”

Stronger when meeting the strong, although his fighting spirit was surging, Hu Feng did not dare to be negligent. He quickly took out the Dragon Slaying Platform left by the Fifteenth Step Minotaur King! With a thought, a ferocious armor covered in barbs appeared on his body, and his whole body was filled with awe-inspiring Killing Intent.

In the distance, the sound of killing shook the sky, and thick smoke rose everywhere. Angry roars, shrill screams, and helpless wails reached his ears one by one!

Nearby, however, it was silent. The onlookers did not even dare to breathe loudly as they nervously watched the figures in the air.

Hu Feng and the Cold Moon City Lord just floated quietly in mid-air like this, letting the cold wind blow, standing majestically still. In each other’s eyes, the vast world only had the other’s figure. Fighting between ordinary people is acting on impulse; duels between experts are contests of strength; while battles between top Strongers are collisions of will.

Whoever could not hold back first and revealed a flaw would lose the initiative!

“Not bad, you are a figure. Dying at your hands, Lasalle was not wronged. With this sword, let me, his father, avenge him!”

After a long time, as the defending army retreated step by step, almost to the edge of the City Lord’s Mansion, the Cold Moon City Lord finally lost his patience first. He spoke while raising the wooden sword in his hand. The movement looked slow, but in reality, it was as fast as lightning, rushing in front of Hu Feng in a tenth of an instant. The ancient Death Oak pulsed with black light, and the surrounding air constantly twisted and rippled, refracting strange mirror images, giving people an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

Weinberg and the others watching from the side covered their chests, instantly feeling so uncomfortable they could hardly breathe. Hu Feng, who bore the brunt, endured even greater pressure. All over his body, he was subjected to an invisible oppression. He could not see the figure of the Cold Moon City Lord, could not hear his position, and could not sense his aura; as if in an instant, the other party had disappeared from the world. At the same time, the Great Mystery Demon God Phantom inside his body seemed to sense an invisible summons, rolling up and down trying to rush out, becoming less and less under his control.

With just one move, the Cold Moon City Lord displayed terrifying attack power.

To find his father’s true whereabouts, he had taken the Death Oak to the distant Witch Mountain Range several times. Unfortunately, he could not find any clues, nor did he discover the mystery of this wooden sword. Only after breaking through to the Holy Step did he discover the wonderful use of this wooden sword. Cultivators of the same realm were simply doomed before this mysterious wooden sword.

“Blood Essence turns to Qi, Will Divides into Avatars!”

At the critical moment, the more dangerous it was, the calmer Hu Feng became. His figure swayed, and suddenly two identical mirror Avatars appeared. One opened huge Dark Wings, raised its head and roared, performing an invisible Soul attack, and a massive Demon God Phantom with four faces and eight arms appeared behind it. The other held the Seal Demon Record in its left hand and grasped the cold Dark Magic Pen in its right hand, writing a huge ‘Seal’ character with flying strokes.

Grand Illusion Technique!

After breaking through to the second stage of Great Magician, Hu Feng’s Grand Illusion Technique became even more powerful. The two mirror Avatars not only looked exactly the same, but the aura inside them was also no different. While the two Avatars used their ultimate skills to counterattack, the True Body silently and suddenly disappeared without leaving a trace.

“Hmm…”

The Cold Moon City Lord was somewhat surprised, knowing the power of the two Demon God Phantoms. He poured power into the long sword, forcefully shredding the figures of the two mirror Avatars, neatly interrupting the terrifying Great Devour Technique and Great Seal Technique. Seeing the two mirror Avatars drift away with the wind, and neither was Hu Feng’s True Body, he was shocked in his heart and suddenly sensed a strong danger.