Chapter 1629

Originally, Fitt had only wanted to capture Zi Chen in the name of plundering and steal his belongings before working for him. However, he didn't expect Zi Chen to be so smart. They had only exchanged a few words before their identities were exposed.

At this moment, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great. Zi Chen was like a turtle in a jar. Fitt nodded and admitted that he had indeed come here for Zi Chen.

The message clearly stated that as long as Zi Chen had the long spike weapon, it didn't matter if he lived or died.

Under such circumstances, Fitt didn't want Zi Chen to die. After all, the human city hadn't been taken back yet. Zi Chen, who was both a blacksmith and an alchemist, was extremely useful in this area.

At the very least, he could refine an armor-piercing weapon with a 85% chance of success. He wasn't someone that the trash on his side could compare to.

Fitt waved his hand, and everyone surrounded him. The armor-piercing weapons in their hands flashed with a cold light. He planned to surround and kill him.

Facing the cold armor-piercing weapons and the huge difference in strength between the two sides, Zi Chen's expression was still calm. He looked at Fitt and said, "Since you're here for me, it's obviously a personal grudge. Why send others to their deaths?"

Fitt was stunned. What did this mean?

The others were also puzzled.

"Personal grudges should be settled by individuals. You two eighth stage cultivators will work together. I will deal with both of you."

Hearing Zi Chen's explanation, everyone was stunned. They all looked at Zi Chen as if they were looking at a fool.

A mid-seventh stage cultivator dared to challenge two early-eighth stage cultivators at the same time. Did he eat the wrong medicine, or did his brain get squeezed by a door?

One had to know that this was the Battlefield of Despair, not the Zhanwu Continent. Even in the Zhanwu Continent, the two of them had a 45% chance of winning.

"Sirs, this brat is too arrogant. Why don't I take him down first, teach him a lesson, and then hand him over to you two sirs."

A voice came from the crowd. It was the thin man who had just led the way. He looked at Zi Chen with eyes full of disdain.

"Alright, as long as he doesn't die." Fitt nodded, preparing to let this person test Zi Chen's strength.

One had to know that there were almost no fools in this place. Since the other party dared to speak such arrogant words, he should have something to rely on.

"Disperse." The skinny man received the order and a ferocious smile flashed across his face as he waved his hands outwards.

The crowd responded and dispersed. They stood in the distance to watch the show. There were even people who shouted and jeered.

"You guys spread out too."

Zi Chen softly said. He merely swept a glance at the skinny man before his gaze landed on the two Level Eight experts.

He wanted to end this battle quickly and wipe them out in one fell swoop.

"Brat, I'll let you …"

The skinny man grinned maliciously as he raised the armor-piercing weapon in his hand. However, before he could finish his sentence, he saw Zi Chen's figure in front of him sway slightly as two afterimages appeared.

The next moment, a bright saber light appeared. The light was so bright that it made the skinny man a little uncomfortable, so he subconsciously blinked his eyes.

The bright blade light disappeared in an instant. The human in front of him was still there. All of this was like an illusion.

He shook his head and found that it was a little strenuous. He cursed in his heart and continued to say, "Brat, I'll let you … live … worse … than …"

Before the skinny man could finish his words, he felt the strength in his body rapidly draining away. A familiar cry of surprise rang out as the figure in front of him slowly dissipated. His expression changed drastically as he slowly lowered his head and saw that there was an additional saber mark on his chest.

"… Die."

Blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth. The skinny man's eyes widened as his gaze became unfocused. His body fell to the side as he finally said the word "die".

However … he died with his eyes wide open.

After killing the skinny man with one slash, Zi Chen's figure did not stop. He directly rushed towards the early Level Eight expert in black armor. Speaking of which, he was Zi Chen's real target. As for the skinny man, he was just incidental.

In the process of rushing forward, the saber had already returned to its scabbard. A long spear appeared in Zi Chen's hand. With a flash of silver light, the long spear stabbed straight towards the black-armored man.

"Clang."

The black-armored man blocked with his sword. In a hurry, he was directly pushed back by Zi Chen.

The long spear pointed again and activated the Collapse Formula. Another powerful force exploded. The black-armored man's figure began to stagger as his center of gravity became somewhat unstable.

At this moment, Zi Chen pulled out his saber. The shining saber light swept towards the black-armored man.

"Pu."

The armor-piercing effect was activated. The black armor was like paper in front of Zi Chen. At the same time, the sharpness and poison immediately took effect. The black-armored man's body had a long and deep wound that exposed his bones.

The saber cut almost from his lower abdomen to his shoulder. One could vaguely see his wriggling intestines.

Under the corrosion of the poison, the black-armored man's figure could not help but sway. He retreated more than ten steps again as he looked at Zi Chen in disbelief.

He did not expect that in just three short moves, he would be seriously injured by a Level Seven expert.

The surrounding people were also shocked. Fitt's eyes were wide open. Only the people brought by Zi Chen showed a matter-of-fact expression.

On the huge wound, black blood gushed out. This was the poison of the male scorpion, which contained a trace of the power of the natural order. The poisoning effect of this stab was dozens of times stronger than the poison released by the male scorpion.

The other party was injured and poisoned. He instantly lost 35% of his combat power. There was no need to fear him.

A cold light flashed in Zi Chen's eyes. He rushed towards Fitt. It seemed that the latter saw that the situation was not good and wanted to escape.

"Kill him. Kill him with all your strength."

Seeing Zi Chen rushing towards him, Fitt's expression changed. He shouted loudly as he retreated.

Fitt's people were still in shock. When they heard this shout, not only did they not go forward, but they also retreated.

What kind of joke was this? He killed the skinny man in one move and crippled an Level Eight expert in three moves. Whoever went forward was courting death.

Moreover, this team was put together at the last minute. How could there be so much loyalty? Everyone retreated again and again.

Seeing this, Fitt was so angry that his nose was about to become crooked. However, Zi Chen instantly attacked. He was about to curse, but he forcefully swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Spear light flashed. The long spear was extremely fast. Facing this powerful attack, Fitt had no choice but to block.

After that, the forest was filled with clanging sounds. The two people were locked in a fierce battle.

Looking at the battle, it was actually Zi Chen, who was in the intermediate Level Seven stage, who had the upper hand.

Everyone was paying attention to the battle. As for the injured black-armored man, no one paid any attention to him. When he saw this scene, he planned to quietly escape.

"You want to leave before the show is over?"

A voice rang out behind him. He immediately turned around and saw that it was the early-stage Level Seven expert that Zi Chen had brought.

Even if he was heavily injured, he still had a chance of winning against an early-stage Level Seven expert. Just as he was thinking about how to kill him in one move, he saw the other party slashing at him with a sword.

The sword was not fast, but the man realized that he had nowhere to hide. It looked like a sword, but it sealed off all his escape routes.

His expression changed drastically, and the word "Laws" appeared in his mind.

Only Laws could have such means. If he had been at his peak, he would have been able to instantly explode with power. But now, he was heavily injured and had less than twenty percent of his power. There was no way he could dodge.

"Pu."

The sword light flashed, and the black-armored man's head fell to the ground.

Shendao withdrew his sword and said coldly, "No wonder Zi Chen always uses a blade. So this is how it feels to cut people."

Shendao had just finished off the black-armored man when he heard Fitt's angry roar from the forest.

"Zi Chen, let's die together."

Fitt's body glowed, and a powerful surge of power surged. He had completely fallen into madness.

But Zi Chen only smiled mockingly. Using his extreme speed, the blade light brushed past Fitt's body.

Fitt's glowing body flew into the distance, but his head flew high into the air.

"Peng."

An ancient tree was smashed to pieces by Fitt's glowing body, and his corpse exploded as well. Flesh and blood splattered everywhere. Zi Chen waved his hand, and a storage pouch flew high into the air, transforming into a beam of light that flew towards Zi Chen.

After receiving the storage pouch, Zi Chen's expression froze for a moment, and then he couldn't help but smile.

So there was another storage pouch in the storage pouch. One belonged to Zi Chen, while the other belonged to Fitt.

The battle had ended, and everyone was still in a daze. Two powerful eighth-stage Daoists had died just like that, and at the hands of a mid-stage seventh-stage Daoist.

They had originally thought that Wharton was the strongest in the group, but now it seemed that wasn't the case at all.

Facing Zi Chen, who could instantly kill a seventh-stage Daoist, no one chose to run. They all stood there uneasily. The one who had led the way at the beginning was so scared that his entire body was trembling.

"Take back your weapons." Zi Chen walked towards the group, and said indifferently.

Those people hurriedly handed over the armor-piercing weapons in their hands, as if the things in their hands were hot potatoes.

His gaze swept across the uneasy crowd, and Zi Chen said, "Those who want to come with me, once you've earned a hundred thousand spirit crystals, you can exchange them for an armor-piercing weapon. As for those who don't want to come with me, I won't make things difficult for you."

The expressions of the group of fifty people constantly changed.

"Now, take me to your alchemist." Sweeping his gaze across the crowd, Zi Chen said indifferently.

Everyone's hearts trembled, and there were some who had already fallen into despair. Originally, there were some who wanted to control the alchemist, so that they could gather a group of people. Now that they heard Zi Chen's words, they knew that there was no hope.

After that, everyone expressed their willingness to follow him, and then took Zi Chen to find the alchemist. It was said that there were four cultivators guarding the place. Three of them were early-stage seventh-stage Daoists, one late-stage seventh-stage Daoists, and three early-stage seventh-stage Daoists. They were very close to the two lords.

Soon, the group of people arrived at the place where the alchemist was imprisoned. It was a hollowed out area, and the alchemist was here.

When Zi Chen brought the group in, they saw a frail youth squatting in front of a one-meter tall cauldron, diligently adding firewood.

Next to him stood three early-stage seventh-stage Daoists. If the youth's movements paused for even a moment, he would be met with a flurry of punches and kicks.

Not far away, a middle-aged late-stage seventh-stage Daoist was sitting cross-legged. Not only did he not ask about the youth's plight, he didn't even open his eyes when Zi Chen and the others arrived.