Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Shen Feng struggled to stand up, the triangular military spike in his hand trembling slightly, clearly unable to hold on any longer.

Yet he still bravely blocked Long Xia's side. If Shen Feng fell, Long Xia would struggle alone, and both would surely die here.

The horned freak slowly walked over to him, staring at Shen Feng faintly.

"Remember this face, don't ever run into me in your next life."

He gritted his teeth, revealing a terrifying smile, and then launched a kick at Shen Feng's abdomen.

Shen Feng swayed, dodging his leg, and hurled himself toward him in a roll.

Half-kneeling on the ground, the triangular military spike accurately pierced the horned freak's abdomen.

The horned freak chuckled, grabbed Shen Feng's wrist with his left hand and easily twisted the spike back, aiming it at Shen Feng's throat.

Shen Feng used all his strength to resist, but the spike still slowly inched toward his throat.

Long Xia, surrounded by three Danjin experts, met with fists and feet like mountains, their clashes ringing out continuously.

Amidst the chaos, he caught sight of Shen Feng in dire straits, becoming deeply anxious.

Long Xia bit through his tongue, unleashing a surge of violent Danyuan, his force immediately doubled.

Bang!

Long Xia, like a true Leopard, powered his way through a Danjin expert, rushing to Shen Feng's front, grabbing the military spike.

The spike had pierced Shen Feng's throat slightly, blood already seeping.

Long Xia kicked Shen Feng away, saving him from danger.

However, at that moment, Long Xia's back received another palm strike.

He staggered forward two steps, his vision darkened, stars shimmering haphazardly, and with a loud cry, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Almost simultaneously, the horned freak's spike swooshed toward Long Xia's heart.

Shen Feng suddenly rushed, desperately grabbing the horned freak's left hand.

The spike veered off course, plunging into Long Xia's left shoulder, the blade tip jutting out.

Long Xia shouted fiercely, punching the freak's abdomen.

Descending like a kite with a snapped string, the horned freak crashed out of the tent, blood gushing from his mouth.

Long Xia and Shen Feng supported each other, both gravely injured, trembling and seemingly on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

"Brother Long, how are you doing?"

Shen Feng was unable to stand, almost leaning against Long Xia.

Yet Long Xia remained bowing, fiercely glaring at the surrounding three Danjin experts, like an angry Leopard.

Long Xia licked the blood off his lip, his voice hoarse with a metallic edge.

"Old Shen, hold on, men must not wimp out, just one word: fight!"

Shen Feng's eyes reddened: "It's all my fault for dragging you down, Brother Long, if you get the chance, go!"

Long Xia snorted: "What nonsense is this?"

"Only a fallen Changfeng, never a Changfeng abandoning his brothers to flee. These guys want our lives, they'll have to trade theirs."

The three Danjin experts slowly closed in, eyes gleaming, their expression solemn.

They hadn't expected Long Xia and Shen Feng's fighting abilities to be so formidable, that even the Four Great Danjin Experts couldn't get them down.

A wide-mouthed, narrow-eyed freak measured Long Xia and Shen Feng, laughing sinisterly.

"Sure, heroes indeed, but heroes die young. Meet your death."

Long Xia roared, not retreating, but charging at the three, the triangular military spike like a venomous snake, thrust directly toward one martial artist's throat.

This willingness to sacrifice oneself in enemy killing immediately made the three great experts' faces change.

However, though their hearts went cold, they weren't afraid.

The three encircled Long Xia, fists and feet rumbling like muffled thunder, targeting his vital points.

Long Xia barely warded off two punches and kicks, yet the third pushed through unperturbed, imprinted a palm on Long Xia's chest.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Long Xia sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

He didn't retreat, instead lunged forward, the triangular military spike like a snake, plunging into the man's abdomen, twisting half a cycle with the kill momentum.

That man screamed miserably, clutching his abdomen, staggering backward, filled with disbelief.

The other two were stunned for a moment, then furiously lunged at Long Xia.

Bang!

Just then, a bullet from outside shot in accurately, nearly taking off one expert's head.

The expert shrank his head in fear, rolled away toward a side to evade.

The other expert's fist had already struck Long Xia's temple.

He intended to kill Long Xia with a single blow, using all his might!

Yet at that moment, one person rushed in from outside the tent, gripped the expert's fist, then violently back-dropped him onto the ground.

This expert felt intense chest and abdomen pain, bones fractured, he looked up and saw a big man with a bushy beard kicking toward himself.

Mad Blade has arrived!

The expert instinctively blocked with his hand, but with a bang, got kicked out of the tent like a real soccer ball.

The expert hit the ground, dazed, when he opened his eyes, he was horrified.

Outside the tent, smoke enveloped, fires blazing fiercely, with soldier bodies strewn all around.

The once orderly barracks had turned into ruins.

The heavy Cornered Eagle forces had become hundreds and thousands of bodies, lying chaotically.

Fire-yellow-uniformed soldiers controlled the place.

On the other side, several people were hung on iron racks, their fate unknown.

This group included the high-ranking commanders of Cornered Eagle Heaven, including Legion Commander Mo Yinjiu Ge.

Numerous gun muzzles pointed at the Core Formation expert on the ground, no matter how powerful, unable to fight modern firearms.

Bang!

Just then, another Core Formation expert was thrown out, followed by another dull thud as the third Core Formation expert was thrown out.

Three formidable Core Formation experts lay on the ground like dead dogs.

The three of them hopelessly looked at the dense soldiers, their eyes bleak.

At the tent entrance, Mad Blade hugged Long Xia with his left arm and Shen Feng on his right, the three walked out side by side.

Amidst the fierce gale, fire-yellow-uniformed soldiers retreated to the sides like tides.

Yang Fei, Qiu Yidao, and Changfeng squad members welcomed Long Xia and Shen Feng together.

Yang Fei gave Long Xia a bear hug: "Brother, sorry, it was my mistake."

Long Xia wiped the blood off his lips, his rugged face showing a smile.

"No worries, these four bastards wanting to kill me, they don't measure up."

Yang Fei laughed heartily, patted Long Xia's shoulder: "Well done."

Shen Feng was also held by Qiu Yidao.

"Four Core Formation experts couldn't defeat you, with this battle, you and Long Xia are renowned across the land."

Shen Feng barely smiled, his complexion ghastly pale. Just as he was about to speak, a clear voice sounded from afar.

"Chief Instructor, Fan Yi reporting."

Everyone looked over, seeing Fan Yi striding toward them, carrying a person on his shoulder.

Fan Yi threw that person on the ground, revealing a blood-soaked, unconscious individual, forehead protruding as if growing a horn.

It was the fleeing horned freak!