99: C99 It Was Recognized

C99 It Was Recognized

Chen Feng instantly placed his hand on the hilt of the Fire God Sword. In the next second, the divine sword was unsheathed. Nine fire dragons instantly soared into the sky and shattered the eight flame Sword Qis. Then, they flew towards Zhang He!1

Zhang He stood in front of the nine Fire Dragons. He could only feel that the wild and violent immense momentums were actually warning him, causing him to be unable to muster up the slightest bit of resistance in his heart!

"How is this possible?!"

His strength was at the fifth level of the Martial Grandmaster, and the Eight Flaming Swords he used were at the acme of perfection, reaching the peak of perfection. Even an ordinary sixth level Martial Grandmaster Cultivator was no match for him!

However, in front of Chen Feng's attack, the attack that he was most proud of was so weak that it couldn't even withstand a single blow. It was actually able to defeat Chen Feng with a single strike, and even put him in a life-threatening situation!

How could he believe this?!

In the next moment, Fang Yun instantly appeared in front of Zhang He. With a horizontal slash of the longsword in her hand, a huge sword burst forth. However, she was only able to slow down the movement of the nine divine dragons for a split second, but her Body Movement Technique was actually very powerful. Taking advantage of the momentary pause, she instantly brought Zhang Heteng to the side. The nine Fire Dragons hit nothing but air, and then disappeared without a trace!

"Friend, he didn't mean it. Your Excellency doesn't remember the wrongdoings of a lowly person. Spare his life!" Fang Yun looked at Chen Feng with a pleading expression.

She could tell that even she couldn't see through Chen Feng's strength. Furthermore, he was being pursued by the Rushing Thunder Sword Sect. They couldn't afford to offend any other experts now!

"Zhang He, apologize to them!" Fang Yun ordered.

Zhang He's face was full of unwillingness. His teeth were about to shatter!

Chen Feng sneered and said, "There's no need. If a dog bites me, will I still bite a dog? Furthermore, will I expect a dog to apologize to someone?"

"You!" Zhang He looked at Chen Feng and was about to scold him, but he suddenly remembered Chen Feng's Nine Dragons Nirvana Sword Technique. His expression changed instantly, and he forcefully swallowed his words.

Chen Feng's eyes swept across him, and then he shifted his gaze away.

Right at this moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard from behind them. More than a dozen disciples from the Rushing Thunder Sword Sect surrounded Chen Feng and the others.

"Hehehe, run! Why aren't you running anymore?" The leader of the Rushing Thunder Sword Sect disciples looked at Fang Yun with a sinister smile on his face.

"Wang Xu! You are the one who instigated Xu Sheng to cause trouble for us, Fang Yun and Senior Sister. Otherwise, we wouldn't have ended up like this!"

Chen Fan was enraged. Next to him, Zhao Ping grabbed Chen Fan. Considering Chen Fan's temper, if he didn't pull him, he would most likely fight Wang Xu to the death!

"Chen Fan, do you still want to kill us?!"

Zhang He opened his mouth and roared, then threw a punch at Chen Fan!

Chen Feng's lips curled up. This Zhang He was clearly venting the anger he had accumulated on Chen Fan!

"Enough!" Fang Yun shouted, and Zhang He's fist stopped in mid-air, unable to strike out!

While everyone was watching the farce, Chen Feng saw a Rushing Thunder Sword Sect disciple standing behind Wang Xu looking at Chen Feng with narrowed eyes, then whispered something into Wang Xu's ear!

Maximum Skill - Clairaudience!

"Senior Brother, the badge of our Sect is reacting to that Kid!" The disciple said.

"En?"

Wang Xu frowned. In an instant, he looked at the badge on his waist that was slightly raised in the direction of Chen Feng, as if it was going to fly towards Chen Feng!

"It's him!" Wang Xu's pupils shrank. He immediately shouted. That kid is the thief who stole the Sect's treasure vault! Capture him!"

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