425: C425 Mithril Dagger

C425 Mithril Dagger

"Damn it! You're going too far! "

"Let's die together! The wrath of the Burning Heaven! " Zhang Heng roared.

Then, all the flames on the Violent Flaming Lion's body started to quickly gather.

Its body also started to turn into nothingness. Its body started to collapse and disintegrate, turning into golden flames.

The golden flames first condensed into a small fireball at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was as though it was a small burning sun.

"Zhang Heng!" Are you crazy? " When Xue Lang saw this, he hurriedly retreated a dozen steps before daring to stop.

"Even if I die, I want you with me!" Zhang Heng said fiercely.

The little sun exploded, and a dazzling fireball dozens of meters in diameter burned everything in its range.

This range naturally included greedy wolf and Evil Netherworld Tiger. The entire ground was burned until it was as smooth as a mirror.

A semi-circular crater of about fifty meters in diameter appeared before everyone's eyes. All the objects within this radius had been reduced to ash!

The trio spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time.

Xue Lang stared at Zhang Heng with hatred, gritting his teeth: "So what if I don't have the battle spirit? How can you fight with me in such a state?"

Then, a red storm suddenly condensed in Xue Lang's hand, and a blood-red slender single blade appeared in his hand.

This was his Spirit Weapon — Scarlet Wind Blade!

"I want to see how you guys are going to stop me without the battle spirit!" Xue Lang roared and rushed towards Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng stood up shakily. He could no longer hold the heavy saber in his hand and his arm was shaking.

Zhang Heng was about to use his Spirit Weapon technique with all his might, but he was mercilessly interrupted.

A red sword qi that was like a storm directly slashed Zhang Heng's sword away, turning it into a spiritual light and disappearing.

Commander Zhang Heng had used up all his Spiritual Energy and physical strength, causing the Spirit Weapon to dissipate.

However, he still didn't beg for mercy. He raised his fist and charged towards Xue Lang.

"You're courting death!"

Xue Lang directly slapped his face with the back of his blade, mercilessly knocked him down to the ground and then stepped on his face.

Suddenly, a black mist appeared behind him and a sharp blade light attacked his back.

Xue Lang glanced back and sneered, "Little girl, don't waste your energy. I am Level-three Origin Martial Cultivator. You can't hurt me!"

Dongfang Xiamo, who was hiding in the black mist, made a strange smile as she said indifferently, "That might not be the case."

The dagger in her hand was a plain silver colour with complicated patterns on it.

The dazzling sunlight penetrated through the strange silver blade, and the light reflected off of it was exceptionally dazzling, causing Xue Lang to subconsciously block his eyes.

He instantly sighed in his heart, this seems to be a Mithril Dagger!

This was an extremely rare ancient material, its sharpness could cut through metal like mud!

Mithril Dagger could directly break Level-three Origin Martial Cultivator's defense!

The Mithril Dagger broke Xue Lang's extremely hard skin, and directly pierced a few inches in!2

"Damn it!" I've really underestimated you! " Xue Lang directly grabbed Dongfang Xiamo's neck with his hands and lifted her up.

However, he did not dare to pull out the Mithril Dagger at his waist, afraid of losing too much blood.

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