1382: C1382 Lang Wenhong

C1382 Lang Wenhong

Not just Long Xingtian, All the experts of the Devil Beast Clan were envious of Long Xingtian.

First, there was a Top-quality Saint Weapon, and then there was a defensive puppet that could withstand Long Xingtian's attack. Which one of them wasn't priceless?

Long Xingtian's huge body was swaying in the air. The dragon breath he spat out was getting thicker and thicker. Long Xingtian could feel that the defense of the puppet was about to reach its limit.

Naturally, Han Feng also noticed that puppet Nine's Sacred Protection was about to reach its limit. He immediately kept the puppet Nine. He wasn't a puppet Master. Once the puppet Nine was completely destroyed, he wouldn't know where to repair it, nor would he know how to repair it.

However, the Dragon Breath of Long Xingtian had already been weakened by nine layers. The remaining layer couldn't even withstand a single blow from Han Feng.

The Nirvana aura was condensed from his entire body on his right forefinger. The moment the puppet was retracted, Han Feng's finger pierced through the void and reached out!

The terrifying aura turned into a huge finger that roared like a gigantic sword.

The dragon breath that was left with only a layer of power was like a weak baby in front of this giant finger. It was crushed by the giant finger like rotten wood.

"Not good!" Long Xingtian's huge body suddenly retreated backwards.

Long Xingtian never thought that Han Feng was hiding behind the puppet not because he couldn't withstand its attack, but because he was accumulating strength!

Gathering his energy to launch a perfect strike!

Long Xingtian felt a strong threat from the huge energy finger. The power of this finger wasn't any weaker than his Dragon Breath!

Boom!

It was like a finger pressing on a loach. Long Xingtian's huge body was instantly pressed to the ground by the finger. Countless buildings were destroyed, and his flesh and blood churned.

With just one strike, Long Xingtian was severely injured!

The group of experts were stunned. Even though they knew that Han Feng was a Heavenly Wolf assassin with extraordinary strength, they didn't expect this to be the outcome.

Long Xingtian was a genius who had never lost a battle of the same level. Now, not only did he lose, he also lost to the human race whose Cultivation base was far weaker than Long Xingtian.

What did this mean?

It meant that when the two of them were at the same level, Long Xingtian would be far weaker than the Sky Wolf Assassin.

Han Feng slowly landed on the ground. The experts around him subconsciously made way for him, especially Zi Xiong. He lowered his head, afraid that Han Feng would notice him. If Han Feng was still annoyed by his previous behavior and taught him a lesson, he would have nowhere to cry.

Han Feng didn't kill him. Since he knew that Long Xingtian's bloodline had surpassed the saint grade and was between the saint grade and the divine grade, he had already roughly guessed the power of Long Xingtian's race. It was very likely that Long Xingtian was from the Top in the Demon Continent.

Han Feng didn't want to provoke such an existence yet. Leaving Long Xingtian's life was also giving both parties some leeway.

However, if Long Xingtian's race wanted more, Han Feng wouldn't be lenient to them. Although he still couldn't fight against a perfect expert, the result would be uncertain if he could use the Nine Flames Heavenly Fire Tower with his current strength.

A perfected expert had a lifespan of eight thousand years. Han Feng had already recovered the lost one thousand years. Eight thousand years of lifespan could be squandered. As long as he sacrificed one or two thousand years of his lifespan, he might be able to kill a perfected expert.

. . .

It was only after Han Feng left that the many experts gradually reacted and discussed animatedly.

Regarding whether Han Feng could complete the mission or not, none of them thought that Han Feng would fail.

The combat strength that Han Feng displayed previously was already considered first-class amongst those at the Minor Completion realm. Lang Wenhong of the Winged Skywolves was only at the Second Level of the Minor Completion realm. He was even weaker than Zi Xiong, let alone the Sky Wolf assassin who was even stronger than Long Xingtian.

Everyone believed without hesitation that as long as Lang Wenhong was alone, he would die for sure.

However, what they were interested in was how could this Heavenly Wolf assassin resist the revenge of the Winged Heavenly Wolf Clan after the incident?

This Heavenly Wolf Killer did not have a huge backer like the Howling Heavenly Dragon in the Demon Continent. Even if he had a powerful backer in the five continents, it was still far away from quenching his thirst here.1

Not to mention, The Roaring Heavenly Dragon Clan had always been very protective and unreasonable. It was a small matter that Long Xingtian was severely injured. He was afraid that the Heavenly Dragon Clan wouldn't care about their revenge and the Heavenly Wolf Assassin would be in an even more dangerous situation.

. . .

In a cloud in the Demon Continent, a huge purple wolf spread its beautiful wings and lied comfortably on the cloud layer, as if it was sleeping.

After a while, the huge wolf spread its limbs. It yawned fiercely and then got up excitedly, "Brother, you are really too careful. Who would dare to accept the mission of killing me even if the Shadow Hunter Tower issued it? The Winged Sky Wolf Clan is not a clan that anyone can provoke. Furthermore, I am already at the second level of the Small Perfection Realm, and my strength is not to be trifled with. How could I be killed so easily?"

"I've been locked up in the clan for more than a hundred years. I've been stifled to death. This time, I took advantage of my brother's carelessness to slip out. I must have a good time. It's been many years since I've had a taste of women. "

When he thought of this, the huge wolf opened its mouth. Saliva flowed out, and its small eyes narrowed. It was as wretched as it could be.

Wind Wolf City. The Wind Wolf Clan lived here. It was one of the subordinate clans under the Winged Sky Wolf Clan.

Lang Wenhong came to Wind Wolf City and lived in the best residence in Wind Wolf City like a lord. He ordered Wind Wolf City to offer the most beautiful woman for him to enjoy.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. Lang Wenhong was not fond of Shu and spent his days with fine wine and beautiful women.

The experts of the Wind Wolf Clan were extremely flattering. Everyone knew that Lang Wenhong was the younger brother of the Winged Sky Wolf Clan's Patriarch, Lang Wensheng. This Lang Wensheng really doted on Lang Wenhong. If Lang Wenhong were to suck up to him, perhaps he would be treated differently by Lang Wensheng.

The Winged Heavenly Wolf Clan had too many subordinate clans. The Wind Wolf Clan was just an inconspicuous one among them. There wasn't even a Peak of Saint Realm in their clan.

If a few Peak of Saint Realm were given birth by the Winged Heavenly Wolf Clan, the status of the Wind Wolf Clan would be greatly different.

On this day, Lang Wenhong was still enjoying the beauty, but the sky of Wind Wolf City was bursting with endless blood-red light.

In the void, a shocking blood eye appeared. Then, a blood red wolf claw descended from the sky, carrying a suffocating aura and grabbing towards Lang Wenhong's residence.

"Not good!" Lang Wenhong's expression changed drastically. Thinking back to the killing mission that his elder brother had mentioned, Lang Wenhong immediately determined that this attack was aimed at him.

Boom!

Before the blood-red wolf claw landed on the ground, a terrifying blood-red whirlwind rolled up from the ground. Countless buildings collapsed at this moment. The girls beside Lang Wenhong were all at the Ordinary Saint Realm level, and they had just transformed. Under the pressure of such an imposing aura, all of them spat out blood and fell to the ground, fainting.

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