678: C678 Pyretic Boiling

C678 Pyretic Boiling

Zhang Heihu's aura instantly reached its peak. Although he was only a peak Spiritual Master, his aura was enough to suppress a newly advanced Life and Death Realm expert.

Zhang Heihu had concealed his trump card for dozens of years for the sake of this moment, but since this moment was approaching … Who in the world could contend against such a thing?

Black Mountain Guest was intimidated by Zhang Heihu's imposing manner. He was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered. He turned his head and entered the black mist, choosing to attack using the safest method.

When Zhang Heihu and his avatar combined, he could only flee in defeat, let alone now when Zhang Heihu could even crush a newly advanced Life and Death Realm expert.

Seeing the change in the sky above, Chen Changyu's pupils contracted slightly.

He finally understood what the blind swordsman was trying to do.

He finally understood why the blind swordsman said that Zhang Heihu and Zhang Hu's own body were a trump card.

That's right, when their true bodies and clones were combined, it could already be considered a trump card!

With this, it was hard to tell who would win or lose.

The Blind Swordmaster's odds of victory were five to five. It seemed like this wasn't an empty speculation.

He could not help but turn his gaze back to the blind swordsman, Zhu Pi Fu.

Who was this person?

Even if one did not mention his middle stage Spirit Master's cultivation, with his knowledge and wisdom, he was enough to become the aide and guest of any large power. How could he be caught in such a place? How could he be willing to be Chen Chang He's servant?

Could it be that he could really calculate the future, and see through the essence of all living things in this world?

In his previous life, Chen Changyu had seen many great diviners who could go up and use Star Shift to count the lucky ones, but this was the first time he saw someone like the blind swordsman Zhu Pi Fu, who could see everything with just a pair of frighteningly white eyes.

Was this person really an ordinary blind swordsman?

Chen Chang He did not believe it.

While Chen Changyu was sizing up the blind swordsman and guessing his identity, the blind swordsman had been looking up at the pitch-black magic domain.

As the Black Mountain guest and Zhang Hei Hu dove into the darkness to fight to the death, the spectators could only hear the sounds of fighting in the sky like thunder. They could even see the various colors revolving in the black mist, but they could not see what was happening inside, much less see how the battle was going to turn out.

But at this moment, the blind swordsman suddenly said, "It's over."

"Is it over?"

Chen Chang Ku was startled, he turned and looked up.

In the next moment, a black shadow artillery shell also shot out from the thick black fog. It heavily smashed into the main building of the Black Tiger Stronghold, and even created a huge crater in the building that was meticulously constructed.

Even with Chen Chang He's good eyesight, he was still unable to see clearly who the loser was.

It was only when Zhang Heihu's figure slowly emerged from the water, holding the bowl-like magic cup in his hand, standing high up in the air, his yellow robe fluttering in the wind, that Chen Changyu realized that Zhang Heihu had won.

Zhang Heihu had been hiding his true strength for dozens of years, how could a Black Mountain guest who had just obtained the Magic Compass and was not completely familiar with the Magic Compass be able to deal with him?

The Black Mountain guest had died. Zhang Heihu had once again become the king of the Black Tiger Stronghold. The entire Black Tiger Stronghold let out a deafening cheer.

The members of Black Tiger Village who were originally standing in Zhang Heihu's line all jumped up from the ground in excitement, celebrating their Great Master's victory. They celebrated that they did not have to worry about losing their lives in order to be loyal to him, or in order to protect their lives by grabbing onto their noses and admitting to their new master.

Zhang Hei Hu, who had just defeated the Black Mountain guest, did not care much about the cheers and quickly set his gaze on Chen Chang He and the rest.

Chen Chang He and the rest held their breaths, their nerves taut.

If Zhang Heihu wanted to kill them, they wouldn't even have the chance to fight back.1

The Black Mountain guest was not someone they could deal with, let alone the Zhang Hei Hu who had killed the Black Mountain Guest.

Zhang Heihu glared at them.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

Even Chen Changsheng felt like his heart was about to jump into his throat.

Suppression, nervousness, and even fear.

The Magic Cup was not released, but these three negative emotions spread out from the crowd and became more and more intense.

Finally, Zhang Heihu spoke.

Zhang Heihu's first sentence caused everyone to be stunned for a moment, and then they nearly jumped up from the ground.

"I don't want to kill you, and I won't."

Zhang Heihu did not give everyone a chance to speak, after saying a sentence, he continued, "I will let you all go, but before that, I must explain to you all, while I am creating the Black Demon Cup, it is truly an ungrateful act. However, this action was not my intention, it is neither to enhance my own strength, nor to enhance the strength of the Black Tiger Stronghold, but to save my woman's life."

The crowd burst into whispers.

Zhang Heihu descended from the sky and landed right in front of them, his gaze sweeping across Chen Chang Ku and the rest, and said in a deep voice: "In the Zongshan Mountains, there has indeed been a demon, a Life and Death Realm demon. He captured my woman and forced me to make the Black Demon Cup. I do not deny it, and I do not want to defend myself, because for my wife, not to mention killing a few cultivators, not to mention helping the Demon race refine a magic core, even if I were to turn my back on the world, I would definitely not even bat an eyelid! "

Zhang Heihu raised his hands and turned around to face everyone, slowly walking into the depths of the stronghold. As he walked further and further away, he only left behind a sonorous and forceful voice that echoed in the area.

"I'll explain all of this to you. I hope that after you return to the clan or sect, you can say that I, Zhang, have refined the Black Demon Cup and will kill all of you, but do not implicate my brothers in the Black Tiger Stronghold. I, Zhang, will do my job alone. It is a favor for me to spare your lives, but if any of you dares to speak out and implicate my brother, then even if I have to sacrifice my life, I will still take back the favor I owe you. "

Zhang Heihu had already disappeared from his sight, but Chen Chang He's gaze became complicated.

It was indeed true that a good man emerged from the deep mountains and the green forests.

Zhang Heihu was able to occupy a mountain as the king of a place like the Xian Zhang mountain range. He had been a big boss for so many years, there really was a reason for this.

In his previous life, Chen Chang He had spent most of his life leading his troops into battles, he was used to seeing life and death on the battlefield, he was used to seeing cowards who wet themselves from fear on the battlefield, and he had also seen many heroes who still stood tall despite dying, but he had never felt much about the world of cultivation outside the battlefield.

In this life, Chen Chang He had made up for all the regrets he had in his previous life.

He suddenly realized that not only was the world of cultivation cold, but there were also temperatures and colors.

This vast cultivation world was woven from many unique and distinctive characters.

In that moment, Chen Chang He's eyes began to burn.

At this moment, his blood boiled.

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