C55 (1/2)
Zhou Tong smirked, and swept his gaze across the seven to eight Tussah s one by one. These few Tussah s, their strengths were all not inferior to human cultivators who were at the third stage of the ethereal state, and the leading Feng Ya, was even comparable to ethereal state s.
With his current cultivation level, even if he was carrying the [Mo Li San Jue], he could at most contend against cultivators at the fifth level of the ethereal state for a period of time. But right now, there were more than ten Tussah in the surrounding area, if he was surrounded by them, he would most likely be killed here.
”Human, I have to admit that your attack power is extremely shocking. Even I am a bit afraid. If I let you leave, it will become a huge disaster in the future!” So today, you must die here! ”
Licking his wounds, Feng Ya growled at Zhou Tong. As a Demonic cultivator, Feng Ya was extremely clear about what was happening in the world of cultivators. If he did not put his enemies to death, then there would be endless trouble in the future.
”What you said is right. If you have the chance to leave, your Tussah Clan can forget about having another day of peace!” The corner of his mouth curled up into a cold smile. As he spoke, his palm quietly brushed against the Sumeru Pearl.
”Do it!” ”Kill that bastard!” Seeing Zhou Tong's actions, Feng Ya released a roar, and waved his claws fiercely.
Hearing Feng Ya's order, the seven Tussah s surrounding them pounced with fierce expressions.
There were only seven Tussah s rushing over, which made Zhou Tong frown. Their caution gave him quite a headache.
Scanning for Tussah s to pounce at him, Zhou Tong flung his hand and threw the three purple pellets in his hand to the ground. The purple spirit mist suddenly exploded and covered a large area.
”Bam!”
The strong force suddenly shot over, causing Feng Ya to be startled. Before the Tussah in the purple spirit fog could react, Zhou Tong had already disappeared. When they regained their senses, they were already too late to stop Feng Yin who was deep within the purple spirit fog. He immediately let out a long howl: ”Father! He's coming for you! ”
Shrinking his eyes, Feng Ya's four thick claws fiercely clamped onto the ground and opened his bloody mouth. A wave of dark red blood energy immediately condensed and turned into a breath of air that sprayed towards Zhou Tong.
”Is every tiger so arrogant?!”
In the midst of the purple spirit mist, a pitch black figure suddenly rushed out. As Zhou Tong roared, he waved the Meteorite Sword in his hand fiercely.
Seeing that Zhou Tong had actually cut through his own attack, Feng Ya's face changed. He did not expect that the strength of this fellow was actually at such a terrifying level.
”Hurry up and kill him!” ”No matter the cost!”
A cold and sinister roar came out of Feng Ya's throat. The strength displayed by this human cultivator in front of him had already made Feng Ya feel a deep fear. If Zhou Tong came back in the future to seek revenge, wouldn't that mean that the tribe that he led would be annihilated?
Hearing Feng Ya's roar, the corner of Zhou Tong's mouth raised into a mocking smile, and his lips slightly moved: ”Explode!”
”Bam!”
”If fate wills it, I'll see you again!”
After knocking Feng Ya out, Zhou Tong resisted the temptation of killing him on the spot and suddenly crushed a Imperial Sky Talisman. Stepping on the ground, he flew off into the distance without looking back.
As soon as Zhou Tong left, 10 Tussah s surrounded him. Looking at Feng Ya who was severely injured, they were all stunned, the leader of the clan actually lost to a human cultivator, in front of this cruel reality, the group of ferocious beasts was stunned.
”What are you bunch of trash waiting for? Go chase them! We must kill that human and gather all the races to kill him! ” Looking at the group of Ethnic groups, Feng Ya was so angry that he almost spat out another mouthful of blood and bellowed.