Chapter 738 - 723: Keep Babbling, and I’ll Slaughter You

Blood Gun Mu Feng’s attack was savage and unparalleled. His blood-colored long spear shot out, as fast as a flash of lightning!

Most importantly, although his attack was a concussive, thunderous blast, it wasn’t like that of an ordinary King Martial Realm expert, where the power would be dispersed due to its wide range.

When this blood-colored long spear thrust out, the vast majority of its power was concentrated at the tip, aimed at a single point: Shen Lang’s throat!

Almost as soon as the long spear’s Powerful Qi erupted, while still a distance away from Shen Lang, his Protective Gang Qi began to cave inward.

It was as if a rapidly spinning cone was continuously assailing Shen Lang’s Protective Gang Qi!

The Blood Spear thrust fiercely, without any flashy moves!

This was a spear skill for killing!

In a flash, just as he had against the Fire Demon, Shen Lang’s figure shifted half a foot to the right like a phantom, his body and knees seemingly not moving at all.

"Shifting Form and Shadow!"

In that instant, the Blood Spear shot past Shen Lang’s neck!

Before the afterimage had even faded, Shen Lang’s left foot, glowing with Thunder Power, kicked high, instantly knocking away the Blood Spear that had just shot past him!

"Blood Spear? You think you can call it a Blood Spear just by slapping on some red paint?"

Shen Lang sneered as the Spiritual Power in his body, driven by his Killing Intent, began to surge violently.

Then, he spun around abruptly, his left leg whipping out like a lash, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder!

The air exploded, and a rift resembling the flash of a blade was torn into the void. Blade Intent saturated the surrounding space, instantly stunning Blood Gun Mu Feng!

’Such powerful Blade Intent... But even so, trying to fight my Blood Spear with your leg is suicide!’

Mu Feng’s wrist trembled. He retracted his Blood Spear and held it vertically before him.

The next second, the Blood Spear suddenly bent inward, then sprang out violently!

Shen Lang’s foot instantly kicked the shaft of the spear as it shot out!

"BOOM!"

Amidst the deafening roar, lightning flashed. The two streams of Powerful Qi collided, setting off a ring of ferocious energy that expanded outward!

Shen Lang’s right foot sank half a foot into the ground, as firm as a rock.

But Mu Feng stumbled back several meters!

In their first exchange, Shen Lang had the clear upper hand!

’Thunder Power and Blade Intent fused together... how can there be such a bizarre person? Which sect or school is this expert from?’

Mu Feng’s hands, gripping the spear shaft, felt a little numb. A good portion of the Blood Evil Qi on his long spear and hands had been swept away by his opponent’s Thunder Power. Having suffered a hidden loss, he immediately shed his contempt.

"Who are you?"

Mu Feng extended his long spear about a foot forward and began to gather his Killing Intent, faintly beginning to treat Shen Lang as an expert of the same level.

Shen Lang snorted. "Do you really care who I am? My apologies, but I enjoy making my enemies die in frustration."

"You’re courting death!" Mu Feng’s expression changed. He shook his long spear and said, "Draw your saber! Let me, Blood Gun Mu Feng, see what you’re really made of!"

Shen Lang shook his head. "You can’t even beat my bare hands and feet. What makes you worthy of me drawing my saber?"

"You’re too arrogant!" Mu Feng was driven mad with rage and roared, "I don’t care who you are, today you will die by my Blood Spear! I’ll make your soul another vengeful spirit within my spear, to ’enjoy’ a thousand years of torment!"

"This is the price for angering me!"

At this time, many people in the distance had begun to notice the commotion and turned their gazes this way.

However, Shen Lang was currently wearing the Evil Ghost Mask, his Xingtian Battle Armor had a completely different appearance, and he was circulating the War Emperor’s Breath Concealing Technique.

Of everyone present, not a single person recognized Shen Lang.

Shen Lang’s lips curled into a cold smile. "You don’t even know who I am, yet the first thing you want to do is kill me. You want to kill me, but I’m not even allowed to fight back?"

"You want to kill me, so I should just stick my head out for you to chop off? Would that satisfy you?"

"I can’t even speak a little arrogantly? Otherwise, I’ll be slain by you and have my soul extracted and refined for a thousand years?"

"I don’t know the price for angering you, but do you know the price for angering me?"

The moment his voice fell, Shen Lang flared his Power, infused his palm with Blade Intent, drew upon the Qi of heaven and earth, and chopped down at Blood Gun Mu Feng with a single palm strike!

In the void above, the Palm Force transformed into a flash of blade light that cut across the sky, slashing straight down!

Although only a few days had passed since his great battle with the Rock Demon Lord, Shen Lang had already raised his Cultivation to the King Martial Realm Second Heaven.

This increase in Cultivation naturally brought about an enhancement to his Chaos Divine Body.

It was just like when he had broken through to the King Martial Realm and condensed his Nascent Soul; Shen Lang had discovered that in just a few hours, the Ten Divine Beast Particles within his body had increased dramatically.

This palm strike seemed simple, but its power was immense!

"You’re too brazen!"

Seeing that his opponent refused to even draw the long saber on his back, Blood Gun Mu Feng was about to go mad with rage!

He was the renowned Blood Gun of the Celestial Defying Demon Realm! Unless they were an expert at the Emperor Martial Realm or above, no one had ever dared to be so arrogant and presumptuous as to fight him with their bare fists and feet!

To Mu Feng, this was an enormous humiliation!

With a furious roar, Mu Feng flicked the tip of his blood-colored long spear. Streaks of sharp light emerged like writhing snakes, twisting and converging into a python-like Powerful Qi that smashed against the Palm Force from Shen Lang’s strike.

Before the two streams of Powerful Qi could erupt into a blast of Energy, Mu Feng’s wrist trembled. His Spiritual Power surged violently into the Blood Spear, which he then thrust forward, trying to use the moment of impact to break through and kill Shen Lang!

However, the moment the spear tip lunged forward and met Shen Lang’s Palm Force, it was stopped dead, unable to advance even half an inch...

"BOOM!"

The next moment, an unimaginable force exploded outward!

An unparalleled, tyrannical force instantly surged from the spear tip, through the Blood Spear, and slammed into Mu Feng’s body!

Slamming into his body along with that tyrannical force was an incredibly strong Middle Stage Blade Intent!

Mu Feng had never imagined that his opponent’s simple palm strike could be this powerful!

With a muffled grunt, Mu Feng’s figure retreated rapidly, a trace of confusion and terror appearing in his venomous eyes.

His originally fair face instantly flushed crimson!

The force and Blade Intent Shen Lang had blasted into him were rampaging wildly through his body, destroying his meridians and scattering his Spiritual Power.

Only Mu Feng himself knew that in that instant, while it seemed he had only suffered a small setback, he had actually lost the ability to fight back in the short term!

With that savage force and Blade Intent running rampant inside him, he could barely circulate his Spiritual Power to execute a move!

All of Mu Feng’s strength was now focused on resisting that force and Blade Intent!

If his opponent attacked now, seizing this momentary opportunity and forcing him to mobilize his Spiritual Power to defend, it would undoubtedly worsen his injuries!

When experts clash, there is no room for carelessness.

A single small opening could very well lead to defeat.

A look of horror appeared on Mu Feng’s face. Using the push from that tyrannical force, he took the opportunity to retreat backward rapidly.

In an instant, Mu Feng had retreated more than fifty meters.

But Shen Lang didn’t attack and press his advantage as Mu Feng had expected. Instead, he strangely stopped moving...

"BANG!"

Reversing his long spear, Mu Feng slammed the butt of the shaft onto the ground behind him, forcing himself to a stop.

Shen Lang let out a cold laugh. "And here I thought Blood Gun Mu Feng was some great character. You can’t even take a casual palm strike from me. With such a meager Cultivation, you dare act so arrogant?"

"Get lost. Keep blabbering, and I’ll slaughter you!"

In front of so many experts, in front of the other members of the White Bone Hall, Shen Lang had spoken such utterly arrogant words. When they reached Mu Feng’s ears, his qi and blood surged, and a sweet taste rose in his throat. He nearly spat out a mouthful of blood!

’Damn you! I will kill you!’

But even as he was about to go mad with rage, Mu Feng, having suffered a great loss, gritted his teeth and endured it.

The Blade Intent in his body had not yet been completely purged. Rushing forward at a time like this would be the act of an idiot.

To have cultivated to this level and made a name for himself as the Blood Gun in the Celestial Defying Demon Realm, Mu Feng was definitely no fool.

On the other side, Shen Lang hadn’t pressed his attack either, and also appeared to be standing down.

Although that last palm strike was not Shen Lang’s strongest attack, it had taken advantage of Mu Feng’s carelessness and its power was extraordinary.

But the fact that such a palm strike hadn’t been enough to take Mu Feng down made Shen Lang’s heart tighten slightly.

If he had to make a comparison, Blood Gun Mu Feng was likely unrivaled among those at the King Martial Realm Seventh Heaven.

With Shen Lang’s current Cultivation, if he didn’t reveal too many of his trump cards—like the Immortal Celestial Saber, the Vermilion Bird Divine Fire, or the Netherworld Qi—truly killing him would likely take some effort.

Even if he had pressed the attack just now and forced his opponent into a desperate battle, he might not have been able to kill him easily.

And if he really killed this person now, the people from the White Bone Hall would absolutely not let it go.

A chaotic battle would follow.

He had come to the Dragon Scale Divine Hall now, not to waste time and energy on fighting.

He didn’t know what else he would encounter later; he needed to conserve his strength.

He had taught the man a lesson and severely damaged some of his internal meridians. It was best to stop while he was ahead.

This was why Shen Lang had not pressed his advantage.

After a cold glance at Mu Feng of the White Bone Hall, Shen Lang’s gaze lingered for a moment on the seven Emperor Martial Realm experts in front of the distant Stone Gate before he casually chose a westward direction and walked off.

It was as if he didn’t even register Blood Gun Mu Feng’s existence!

Mu Feng watched Shen Lang’s retreating back, his teeth grinding together with a KAKA sound. ’I only suffered a huge loss because I was careless just now, but that doesn’t mean I’m afraid of you! Just you wait! This Dragon Scale Divine Hall will be your grave!’

At that moment, the various experts in the distance who had been watching began to whisper among themselves.

"Who is that person in the Ghost Mask? Judging by his voice, he doesn’t sound very old, yet he injured Mu Feng with a single Palm Saber?"

"Middle Stage Blade Intent is truly tyrannical and unfathomable. Even from so far away, it feels like a blade scraping across my face!"

"Was Mu Feng really injured by him? I’m not so sure."

"He definitely suffered a major loss. Otherwise, with Mu Feng’s temper, how could he do nothing after being scorned like that? His injuries are probably severe... Middle Stage Blade Intent isn’t something so easily blocked."

"That’s right. If he had known his opponent comprehended Middle Stage Blade Intent and taken appropriate precautions, he might not have lost. But Mu Feng clearly didn’t take him seriously from the start. Getting hit by Blade Intent while he was careless... it probably won’t be so easy to completely purge it in a short time..."

"Mu Feng’s injuries will probably take some time to heal. At such a critical moment, the White Bone Hall has lost a key general just like that. They must all be so angry they could spit blood."

The crowd turned their gazes toward the experts from the White Bone Hall and immediately saw their savage and venomous glares.

As expected, they were all looking in the direction of the Ghost-faced Person!

"Being targeted by the people from White Bone Hall, and he’s all alone... This guy is probably in for some trouble..."

"Trouble or not, who cares? Now that we’re in the Dragon Scale Divine Hall, are any of us facing less trouble than him? Watch out, kill that Fire Demon!"