Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei caught sight of Chen Xingzhu with a sense of bewilderment. How could this woman appear here?

The enmity between Chen Xingzhu and Yang Fei could be described as irreconcilable.

Yet in the Dragon Battle Arena, an inexplicable bond exceeding friendship developed between them.

After not seeing her for several days, Chen Xingzhu's aura had become more ethereal and elusive.

Her face bore a sweet smile as she spoke softly.

"You've indeed shown up. Leave the Sacred Object, and I'll let you go. If not, don't blame me for being rude."

Yang Fei laughed heartily and snapped his fingers: "Chen Xingzhu, do you dare to covet the Sacred Object?"

"It turns out you joined the Wu Clan not out of sincerity but for the Sacred Object."

Nuannuan tightened her backpack and looked coldly at Chen Xingzhu.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're the new Grand Priest of the Wood Tribe?"

"Hmph, Ju Mang must be blind to recruit you into the Wu Clan. You must have also recruited the Immortal Race?"

Chen Xingzhu's expression remained unchanged as she spoke calmly: "I've never claimed to be one of the Wu Clan."

"It was you who insisted that I possessed the Rejuvenating All Things Physique. If not for the Wu Clan Sacred Object, the Crystal Skull, why would I meddle in the Wu Clan's internal conflict?"

Nuannuan somewhat understood and was filled with resentment.

"I get it now. Gonggong's rebellion must have been incited by you, you vile woman."

Chen Xingzhu chuckled coquettishly, shaking with laughter: "You're not as dumb as you seem."

"However, you got one thing wrong. It wasn't me who incited Gonggong's rebellion. Gonggong approached me to undermine Ju Mang, the Wood Tribe Witch King, and I simply went along."

After speaking, her eyes sparkled, and she gazed at Yang Fei with a feigned smile.

"The origins of this Crystal Skull—I'm afraid even you don't know?"

Yang Fei shook his head: "I truly don't know, nor do I wish to know, as I'm not constantly coveting others' possessions."

Here, Yang Fei grew a bit curious.

"I just wonder, given your abilities, how dare you appear before me? A defeated general speaking of valor?"

Chen Xingzhu laughed seriously: "With just me, I wouldn't dare covet the Wu Clan Sacred Object, but what about with the Prince?"

While the three were speaking, the sound of explosions never ceased in the valley below, rumbling incessantly.

Due to the explosions, the firelight flickered unpredictably. Yang Fei stared at Chen Xingzhu waving her hands elegantly, pointing to an empty spot beside her.

To her left, there wasn't even the shadow of a ghost.

Strangely, Chen Xingzhu's expression was one of deep respect, as if someone truly was there.

Nuannuan also widened her eyes, yet saw nothing, her lips pursing in disbelief.

"Traitor, stop trying to trick us..."

"Shh, don't speak, be wary!"

At this moment, Yang Fei suddenly raised a hand to silence Nuannuan, looking tense, protecting her as if facing a great enemy.

Nuannuan was startled by his behavior, and the words she intended to say were left unspoken.

Following Yang Fei's gaze, she saw the shadow behind Chen Xingzhu, bulky and huge, vastly different from Chen Xingzhu's slender silhouette.

What Nuannuan didn't know was that Yang Fei hadn't spotted the enemy either, but within the Tortoise Mirror, a heavy sense of danger loomed.

Moreover, a pressure as mighty as Mount Tai bore down on Yang Fei, leaving him breathless.

Chen Xingzhu observed Yang Fei's demeanor, then laughed softly.

"Truly worthy of Tiger Roar Yang Fei; you managed to notice Prince Oskilov's presence, a testament to your remarkable Cultivation."

As she spoke, she bowed to the shadow on her left.

"Please step forth, Prince Oskilov; surely you would be interested in the blood of this young man, Yang Fei."

As Chen Xingzhu spoke, her bulky silhouette suddenly shivered and struggled, as if undergoing cell division, separating a long shadow from her own.

The shadow on the ground seemed like a vague black figure, spreading and dispersing like a large ink blot, gradually forming hands, feet, and a head.

In an instant, the flat shape became a person-shaped shadow, resembling a black paper-cut pasted to the ground.

With the formation of this black shadow, a terrifying pressure descended like Mount Tai, filling the heavens and earth.

Suddenly, the entire shadow rose from the ground casually, standing stiffly in the air, then rapidly forming into a three-dimensional figure.

In that brief moment, Yang Fei and Nuannuan found an additional figure before them.

Clad in a black cloak, his figure was tall and slender. His features were indistinct, but his silhouette was faintly handsome.

Yang Fei's eyelids twitched, the warning from Turtle Extreme nearly shrieking in desperation, urging Yang Fei to evade.

"Run!"

In an instant, Yang Fei made his decision.

This guy named Oskilov was not one he and Nuannuan could contend with; he shouted, grabbing Nuannuan, and fled.

Yang Fei activated Extreme Tiger, his speed astounding.

However, at that moment, a black shadow swished by and blocked Yang Fei and Nuannuan, nearly touching Yang Fei's nose.

Yang Fei refused to engage with this figure, using Yu Step to swiftly circle, bypassing the person, and dashed away into the distance.

The shadowy figure, Oskilov, snorted, extending a palm to slice through the air.

Yang Fei and Nuannuan suddenly felt an exceedingly heavy force blocking their path, like a thick, solid wall.

Yang Fei slid his foot in Yu Step and darted to the left.

The person snapped his fingers, and immediately a force Like Sealing blocked their path to the left, like an impenetrable wall.

With the front and left blocked, Yang Fei had no choice but to charge right.

This time, he brandished the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army, infusing Essence Qi, achieving Unity of Man and Sword, and struck forward.

Clang!

As Yang Fei had anticipated, the space to the right was also sealed.

As Yang Fei thrust the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army forward, it seemed to pierce a dense sponge, with no sense of resistance, yet unable to break through.

The feeling was akin to a fly trapped in a glass jar, seeing the scenery outside but unable to fly through.

Nuannuan extended her palm, gently swung it, and silently struck out.

This palm made even Yang Fei feel the surrounding space tremble, as if a small crack appeared in the sealed space.

However, the sensation was fleeting, and soon, boundless force surged toward Yang Fei and Nuannuan.

This suffocating, terrifying feeling made Yang Fei feel as if trapped in the depths of hell, unable to escape.

His heart was seized with fear.

"Could it be that this damned Oskilov has surpassed the True Martial Realm?"

Finally, after fixing the censored chapters, I'm exhausted. Starting tomorrow, the normal four updates will resume. Support required, bros.