Chapter 323: Entering the Ghost Kings Cultivation Cave (1/2)

Chapter 323: Entering the Ghost King’s Cultivation Cave

Initially, Zhao Chen’s focus was glued solely on Huang Xiaolong alone, but when he noticed his several half-Saint subordinates being easily killed in barely a breath’s tiiant’s body, the expression on his face beca Lin, and the others who heard Zhao Chen, inhaled sharply, staring fixedly at giant ghost Feng Yang

Such a scary level of ghost aura, it was only possible for…?

Saint realm!

This ‘host cultivator! A Saint real and the other Saint real when they heard continuous screalance over the other battle, both beca ending

Feng Yang let out a satisfied burp after sing the last two half-Saints’ souls, casually flinging the lifeless bodies to one side as the three-pronged blood spear appeared in his hand He then lunged forward, brandishi+ng his three-pronged blood spear at Zhao Chen, glowing an eerie blood-red

Before the three-pronged blood spear arrived, the death aura and rotten stench it emitted had enveloped Zhao Chen Taken by surprise, Zhao Chen waved his ar his Saint realm space to counter the attack in front of him

An explosion thundered in the square and Zhao Chen’s body flew back, straining his waist injury, he had to grit his teeth to keep hie, the Asura Qi that was previously being contained by his Saint real double injurieshollered at the sky, the three-pronged blood spear thrust out another attack

“Young Lord!” Seeing Zhao Chen’s dire situation, Steward Feng and the other Saint realed their target to giant ghost Feng Yang However, just as the two of them prepared to aid Zhao Chen, a shadow flickered and a cloudburst of thousands of hts hindered their path That shadoas none other than Huang Xiaolong

“Tempest of hell!”

“Tears of Asura!”

The Blades of Asura in Huang Xiaolong’s hands served attack after attack, not giving Steward Feng and the Saint real them back, further away from Zhao Chen

On the other hand, Zhao Chen fared no better, he was pushed into a corner by giant ghost’s Feng Yang’s three-pronged blood spear

At the edge of the battle, Snow Dragon City’s, Saber I, exchanging expressions of ined this result

“Second Senior Brother, should we lend a hand or…?” wang Lin regained a shred of reason, looked over at Li Qiuping and asked

Regardless, Zhao Chen was Sin City Castellan’s, Zhao Yi’s son Moreover, Zhao Chen was highly favored by Zhao Yi, if he ever came to know that while Zhao Chen was in trouble, their Snow Dragon City disciples and others stood by, spectating as Zhao Chen was killed on the side, Zhao Yi’s wrath would burn over to Snow Dragon City, as well as the others

“Lend hi decided, his voice somber

Whether it was for the sake of Sin City’s Castellan or the ally cooperation between Snow Dragon City and Sin City, he couldn’t stand idle and watch Zhao Chen get killed