1316 Learning the Gravity Force Spike (1/2)

Chapter 1316: Learning the Gravity Force Spike

Translator: Noodletown TranslatedEditor: Noodletown Translated

A spark of joy lit up Qingfeng Li's eyes as he thought to himself, ”This Emperor Class armor I'm wearing sure did its job. That was a Spirit Emperor Realm attack it just blocked.”

The armor Qingfeng Li was wearing was an Emperor Class armor. He had obtained it from the treasure trove of the King of the Black Demonic Rat, and now, he was putting it to good use.

Channeling his Earth spirit essence, Zhentian Mo created another couple dozen earth spikes and hurled them at Qingfeng Li.

Qingfeng Li's face remained calm: he was unfazed by the attack. He had just got a grasp on the method by which Zhentian Mo created his earth spikes.

Qingfeng Li was a quick learner. Releasing his Gravity Realm, he exerted control over the pull of the earth, forming it into spikes. Just a single spike at first, he then made a second, then a third… until there was, at last, dozens of force spikes.

Using the force spikes, Qingfeng Li deflected most of the earth spikes Zhentian Mo had released. The remaining earth spikes struck Qingfeng Li, but with his Emperor Class armor, those earth spikes could not harm him in the slightest.

”Qingfeng Li,” Zhentian Mo's eyes narrowed as he spoke. ”I'd wondered why you'd dare stand against me. Now I see that it's because of that Emperor Class armor you are wearing. But, so what? I'm still going to kill you.”

”Zhentian Mo,” smirking, Qingfeng Li spoke contemptuously. ”Let's cut the chitchat. And cut the boasting, too. You said you'd kill me in the beginning. That was a while ago, and you aren't even close.”

In the face of Qingfeng Li's mockery, Zhentian Mo's face grew contorted with rage and fires of fury danced in his eyes.

Zhentian Mo felt that Qingfeng Li was a difficult foe to grapple with. Neither his palm attacks nor his Earth spikes could subdue the other. Finally, he came to the decision to attack with his Spiritual treasure.

”Qingfeng Li,” Zhentian Mo spoke, his expression was now serious. His eyes were focused on Qingfeng Li as murderous intent rolled off of him in waves. ”It's been a while since my Devil Emperor Saber had last tasted blood. Today, it will once be drawn. And it will take your head.”

Among those of the Devilish Dao of the world, there existed a legend. They say that if the Devil Emperor Saber was not drawn, everyone may have a chance to live. But should the Devil Emperor Saber be drawn, there would certainly be blood.

At a thought, Zhentian Mo retrieved a crimson sabre from his interspatial ring.

This saber was quite wide, being half a hand in width. At a full 1.7 meters, it was also very long, about the height of a grown man.

On the surface of the saber, there were etched all kinds of Blood Devil figures. Each figure depicted was vicious and blood-thirsty, emitting an overwhelming malevolent aura.

As the Devil Emperor Sabre was drawn, its red blade energy shot skyward, covering the entire sky with its aura.

The self-cultivators gathered around all grew pale in the face, their bodies quivering slightly as they drew further away from the action. The weakest amongst them fared even worse, some falling directly onto the ground as their legs gave out under them, rendering them unable to even stand.

The Devil Emperor Saber. Even long ago, on Earth, it was an infamous weapon. Having been passed down through the generations, it now possessed an extreme level of power that surpassed even the average Emperor Class Spiritual treasure.

Qingfeng Li stood there unmoving. But a series of slashes appeared on his clothes. The worst of the damage was on the sleeves, which were torn to rags. All this was the work of the red blade energy.

Qingfeng Li's face grew grave; he knew that he was in big trouble. The Devil Emperor Saber that Zhentian Mo had drawn was an extremely powerful spiritual device. Normal attacks would be no match against it.