Chapter 2147 - 2144: You Dare Block My Way?

He was dressed in dark robes, his expression calm.

"Use your Netherworld Talisman directly; otherwise, I’m afraid you won’t even know how you die," Flowing Wind Saint Heir sneered.

Xu Wendong chuckled, "Are you sure?"

"I’m sure."

"When I pull out the Netherworld Talisman, you’re already a dead man," Xu Wendong said indifferently.

As soon as these words came out, everyone around burst into laughter!

Laughed.

Flowing Wind Saint Heir laughed too!

He didn’t expect Xu Wendong to be so arrogant.

Yes!

You’re a Fifth Grade Nether Talisman Master.

But so what?

He is in the Ghost Control Realm Eighth Layer, not afraid at all!

"I wonder how you’ll kill me? How will you kill me!" Flowing Wind Sacred Land shouted angrily, striding forward!

The terrifying killing intent froze the air around, pale hands, dark blade, sword qi rampant, even the people outside felt the sharpness!

The next moment, Flowing Wind Saint Heir disappeared from his spot!

How fast he moved!

Different from the Wind Thunder Pavilion Saint Son who cultivated the Wind Thunder Technique, his terrifying speed relied entirely on the explosive power of his high cultivation level!

It was the intense explosion of Spiritual Power at its peak by a Ghost Control Realm Eighth Layer expert!

Before the blade reached, the sword qi pierced bones like a thousand needles, spectators felt the sting on their faces, their robes flapping loudly!

Xu Wendong’s eyes narrowed, without hesitation, he activated the Fourth Grade Nether Talisman - Flowing Rock Armor Talisman directly!

"Ridiculous!" A cold voice sounded behind him, "Facing a Ghost Control Realm Eighth Layer, do you think such a talisman will be effective?"

The cold whisper exploded behind Xu Wendong, Flowing Wind Saint Heir appeared like a ghost, the black blade sweeping down with overwhelming force!

Crack——

The rock armor shattered like glass, debris scattering!

"You think a Fourth Grade Nether Talisman can stop me?" Flowing Wind Saint Heir sneered, the blade rose again, cold light like a waterfall!

"He-he-he... He’s dead, Xu Wendong will die." Someone sneered.

Yet, Xu Wendong still remained indifferent mid-air, despite the Flowing Rock Armor shattering, another layer of translucent black armor appeared outside his body, its lines shimmered, faintly drifting dark flames enveloping him!

He appeared to be wrapped in black flames, causing Flowing Wind Saint Heir’s blade to hardly harm him!

This is...

Fifth Grade Nether Talisman - Nether Flame Armor!

Since entering the eighth day, Xu Wendong had long realized that Fourth Grade Nether Talisman Flowing Rock Armor may not be effective anymore.

As he became more proficient at drawing Fifth Grade Nether Talismans, the types he could refine grew.

Even defense-type Nether Talismans were refined by him, just for this situation?

"A futile struggle!" Flowing Wind Saint Heir was shocked, but that was all.

"Hide in that turtle shell and think you won’t die?"

Flowing Wind Saint Heir suddenly raised the black blade, coldly said: "Flowing Wind Blade Technique!"

Next moment.

The black blade turned into thousands of blade shadows, Flowing Wind Blade Technique swept like a tide, sword qi tearing the void, enveloping Xu Wendong in a silver-white curtain of blades!

"Husband..." Jiang Manyu’s lips parted slightly, full of worry.

Fifth Grade Nether Talisman is powerful, but it’s not very effective against the Ghost Control Realm Eighth Layer, and that’s the truth!

The black flame armor on Xu Wendong was constantly cracking, initially just tiny cracks, but soon those cracks crumbled like an anthill!

"It’s not going to hold!"

"Given it’s the Ghost Control Realm Eighth Layer, Xu Wendong can pride himself on lasting this long."

"He ought to surrender, or he really will die."

Xu Wendong spoke: "I surre..."

What?!

At that moment, everyone was shocked!

Xu Wendong really intended to surrender, Flowing Wind Saint Heir being the closest naturally heard, his eyes narrowed, exploding with killing intent, "No way!"

Flowing Wind Saint Heir shouted, the blade accelerated, black flame armor burst!

Xu Wendong flew backward like a cut kite, heavily crashing into the ground, debris flying, dust rising!

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Dead, dead, dead!"

"No way to surrender!"

"Your previous method did inspire me."

Flowing Wind Saint Heir sneered, diving toward the pit!

"Surrender, hurry!" Jiang Manyu exclaimed.

Qi Lechun’s eyes were red with rage too.

Clearly, Xu Wendong wanted to surrender, yet Flowing Wind Saint Heir wouldn’t let him finish, obviously intending to kill!

"Hall Master!"

Cui Lie sighed.

Though he appreciated Xu Wendong, he couldn’t interfere, especially since this is the Dragon and Phoenix Grand Competition!

Since Xu Wendong could kill others before, others could use the same method to kill him, within the rules.

Despite inner regret, Cui Lie was helpless.

In the audience.

Prince Jing shook his head: "Seems Talisman Masters aren’t as good as the orthodox."

Ling Xuefei’s eyes flickered.

She sighed too, though Xu Wendong and she once shared an intimate moment, if this is his level, their paths wouldn’t cross again!

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Die!" Flowing Wind Saint Heir laughed madly, diving down, blade light like a dragon aiming at Xu Wendong’s throat.

However!

Crack——

Something unimaginable occurred.

"Impossible?" Flowing Wind Sacred Land’s pale face turned a sickly red from excitement!

"What happened!"

"Xu Wendong isn’t dead!"

Everyone was astonished!

Because Xu Wendong still had a layer of Nether Flame Armor, and Flowing Wind Saint Heir’s blade struck right on it!

"This turtle shell again!"

"How many Fifth Grade Nether Talismans does he have?"

Fifth Grade Nether Talismans are extremely precious, yet Xu Wendong used them as if they were free!

And at this moment!

Flowing Wind Saint Heir saw Xu Wendong holding a talisman, his face showing fear because this talisman was the same that incapacitated Wu Xia!

He wanted to retreat but it was too late.

Nine Nether Illusion Talisman!

In an instant, Flowing Wind Saint Heir’s expression turned numb, momentarily, his face began to struggle intensely, then a burst of essence blood from his tongue, clearing his mind!

So fast!

Flowing Wind Saint Heir truly surpassed Wu Xia, knowing the Nine Nether Illusion Talisman made Wu Xia nearly entirely trapped in an illusion realm, unable to escape.

However, Wu Xia cleared his mind in just an instant!

But it was enough!

Xu Wendong had another talisman in hand, the Fifth Grade Nether Talisman—Netherworld Shattering!

The pitch-black gloom surged straight at Flowing Wind Saint Heir, boom!

An explosion resounded!

The dark light like a serpent pierced through Flowing Wind Saint Heir’s Protective Spiritual Power, exploding violently!

"Ah——!"

Flowing Wind Saint Heir screamed miserably, his chest blasted open, bones gleaming white!

Strike when he’s down!

Without hesitation, Xu Wendong raised the giant axe and slashed at Flowing Wind Saint Heir directly!

Poof——

Flowing Wind Saint Heir lifted the black blade in defense, but staggered from the strike!

"Sixth-grade Treasure?"

Seeing the cracks appearing on the blade of Broken River Splitting Mountain Axe, Xu Wendong was delighted!

As the words fell, Xu Wendong had another knife in hand!

One hand with Broken River Mountain Opening Axe, one with a knife!