Chapter 99: Sacrifice

Whoosh…

Relying on his power ful instant teleportation, Hu Feng suddenly lunged out from the darkness, and the Dragon Slaying Platform in his palm grew rapidly upon seeing the wind. However, before he could slam it down hard on the Cold Moon City Lord, his brow suddenly twitched. A cold sword light abruptly appeared in the Void, without any warning, appearing right before his eyes in an instant.

After seizing the Witch Elder’s memory and Origin Power, and comprehending the Great Mystery Technique, Hu Feng had some vague senses about the future. Although he could not yet accurately calculate the future clearly, on the battlefield, he could often sense the enemy’s next move, allowing him to attack or dodge in advance. At this moment, however, the situation was completely different from usual; his Divine Sense was blinded by an invisible force!

Not only could he not sense the Cold Moon City Lord’s next move, but conversely, whether attacking or dodging, it was sensed by the opponent in advance.

Puff…

A cold gleam flashed past, and another crack appeared on Hu Feng’s Barbaric Throne. His chest was dripping with blood; he was just half an inch away from having his heart pierced by the Cold Moon City Lord’s sword.

Compared to the Slaughter Demon God summoned by the Female Demon King Delores, the Cold Moon City Lord’s combat power was somewhat inferior, but the wooden sword in his hand was even more terrifying than the massive scythe in the Slaughter Demon God’s hand. Ordinary swords and knives could hack down with force without leaving a single mark on the Barbaric Throne, but under his wooden sword, it was no different from a sheet of thin paper.

Death Oak!

With the sword in hand, the Cold Moon City Lord’s combat power increased several times over, filled with the conviction of certain victory. The first sword strike cleanly shattered Hu Feng’s two Mirror Puppets; the second sword strike, in turn, directly heavily injured Hu Feng, whose figure was drifting unpredictably as he suddenly charged from the darkness to launch a sneak attack. His powerful combat strength was deeply shocking.

“This is the strength of a Sword Saint!”

Seeing that even Hu Feng, whose strength was unfathomable, was no match, Weinberg felt a wave of bitterness in his heart and conceived the idea of quickly withdrawing his troops, or even offering compensation to sue for peace.

On the vast Sunset Wasteland, castles stood in great numbers. Every day, new castles rose, and castles lacking in strength were swallowed up by others or destroyed in an instant. For a castle, a massive main legion was essential, but the presence of a top-tier Stronger was the most important. In the eyes of true Strongers, those below the Saint Domain were all ants, prey to be slaughtered at will. Only with a Saint Domain Stronger in residence did a castle have the true capital to stand firm and the potential to develop into a regional Overlord.

Weinberg was a leader of great talent and vision, unwilling to settle for being a mediocre, ordinary City Lord. Helplessly, his own talent was limited, and he had remained at the Eighth Step of the Grand Swordsman realm for over ten thousand years. It seemed that a breakthrough to the Ninth Step of Grand Swordsman was far off, let alone the Holy Step. The Grand Elder of his family, who practiced in seclusion all year round, possessed unfathomable strength, but even he had not yet broken through to the Saint Domain realm. Once the Cold Moon City Lord defeated Hu Feng and personally led his army to Sand City for revenge, what would he use to face his wrath?

“Lord, wait a bit longer. If Lord Blackwater is truly the peerless genius carefully nurtured by Black Horn, it is impossible that he has no means of counterattack at all!”

Rakeja, the strategist in green robes who followed him constantly, observed his words and expressions and quickly understood Weinberg’s anxiety. Although he was also extremely nervous, a final glimmer of hope remained in his heart.

This glimmer of hope did not come from Hu Feng himself, but from the trust and worship in the Black Horn Team!

Bright Summit, War Soul Hall, Purgatory City, and Black Horn were ranked as the Four Great Cities of the Human Race. For millions of years, each had led the way in its own style, producing countless talents, and each possessed a famous ace team. Although they were all at the same level, in terms of individual combat power, the core elites of the Black Horn Team undoubtedly ranked first.

When Black Horn appears, who dares to compete!

Believing that Hu Feng was a top genius carefully nurtured by Black Horn and sent to the Wasteland for training, the strategist in green robes, Rakeja, had an almost blind faith in his strength. At this moment, he could only place his hope on him. Unfortunately, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Soon, even the last glimmer of hope was shattered.

After heavily injuring Hu Feng with one sword strike before he could dodge, the Cold Moon City Lord unleashed an even sharper strike.

One sword, piercing the firmament.

One sword, slaying fate!

The Cold Moon City Lord’s sword strike produced no ear-piercing sound of breaking through the air, no fierce Sword Qi; it seemed like just an ordinary, casual strike. But once the sword was thrust out, everyone felt so uncomfortable they nearly vomited blood. Even across a great distance, it felt as if their vitality had been severed. On the Cold Moon City Lord, there was a trace of profound aura of fate, as if the legendary God of Fate had descended. He was fate, he was destiny, and the life and death of everyone were in his hands.

Watching his only son, Lasalle, being devoured alive, watching the castle passed down by his family being breached…

The Cold Moon City Lord’s face was calm, appearing to have cultivated to the point where his emotions did not fluctuate with any external changes, but scenes of deep blood feuds floated through his mind. New hatred, old grudges, all the anger, all the hatred, was concentrated in this one sword strike. The seemingly ordinary casual strike carried his full rage and all his power!

A one-hit kill!

The Cold Moon City Lord followed up his victory with a final sword strike, exhausting all the power in his body. Intending to kill Hu Feng on the spot while he was injured, he thrust his sword. After this strike, either Hu Feng’s Soul would dissipate, or he would be at the Cold Moon City Lord’s mercy. But he believed that with this sword strike, Hu Feng would have no chance to counterattack.

Roar…

Watching the Cold Moon City Lord’s earth-shattering final strike, Hu Feng threw his head back and roared.

The massive Dragon Slaying Platform expanded rapidly, but instead of crashing into the Cold Moon City Lord, it slammed down heavily like a great mountain. In an instant, the ground shook as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was cracking. The towering watchtowers, the sturdy city walls, and the dense crowds of people were all crushed into rubble. Following this, eight massive Demon God Phantoms appeared behind Hu Feng, emitting blazing Angel Flames and erupting with an unparalleled wave of power.

Death Sacrifice!

At the critical moment of life and death, facing the powerful enemy Cold Moon City Lord, Hu Feng crushed all the soldiers below who had no time to dodge. He burned the power condensed by the eight Demon God Phantoms, and even burned his own life, to exchange for massive power from the ancient Dragon Slaying Platform. As the explosive Barbaric Divine Power surged into him, his muscles and bones creaked, his muscles expanded rapidly, and his body became as violent as an Ancient Demon God, emitting a suffocating pressure. The sturdy Barbaric Throne, inherited from the Minotaur King, exploded instantly, forcibly burst apart by the power of his muscles.

Was this still a power a human could possess?

Looking at Hu Feng’s figure in the air, everyone was dumbfounded.

A tall, straight figure, massive Dark Wings looming in the shroud of Dark Mist, violent power…

The sudden violent aura and unparalleled pressure made everyone on the battlefield involuntarily stop in their tracks, giving rise to a fear from the depths of their souls. If the attacking, sharp Cold Moon City Lord was a peerless swordsman, then Hu Feng at this moment was an out-and-out Great Demon King, a Great Demon God!