Special War God

Chapter 140: Struggle under siege

Witnessing the bravery of Xia Zhongnan and Lang Zhengfeng, one of the monks who had lost two of his companions in a short moment was furious. He mustered up all his courage and shouted, "I'm going to fight you!" As he said that, he was about to rush forward.

Seeing this, his companions also swung their bamboo whips to fight back, blocking Lang Zhengfeng's snake spear and trident with one whip...

As the snake spear trident and the Netherworld Iron Spear in Xia Zhongnan's hand flashed with cold light, the spear instantly pierced through the opponent's chest, freezing the moment of time. He stared at the Netherworld Iron Spear that pierced deeply into his body with wide eyes, and then turned his head back with all his strength, only to see that the companion who once shouted "Live and die with the enemy" had already fled into the distance, leaving him with an indifferent back.

The cultivators around had not expected such a dramatic change, and were all speechless. Compared to Xia Zhongnan's courageous act of resolutely rushing to the front line under heavy pressure and fighting against the powerful enemy side by side with Lang Zhengfeng, the behavior of these White Country cultivators seemed extremely ironic. If the four of them could work together to resist Xia Zhongnan and Lang Zhengfeng for a while, some of the nearby cultivators would "unswervingly" come forward to help. However, they did not have the determination to fight Xia and Lang to the death, and only asked others to charge forward and reap the fruits of their labor, and finally foolishly paid the price with their lives.

Many cultivators couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh: "No wonder the Bai Kingdom's cultivation is so weak. In just a few months, they could only retreat to a corner and barely resist the attack of the coalition forces of the five major sects. It turns out that they are all such cowards!"

Everyone can comment on the behavior of others, but don’t they themselves have a similar mentality as the four White Country monks?

When the last trace of the White Country monk disappeared, Xia Zhongnan laughed secretly in his heart. It was with the "hard work" of these White Country monks that they once again shocked the whole audience and consolidated their majesty. He glanced at the monks who were surrounding him, and then he and Lang Zhengfeng steadily moved towards the border of the fog.

This place is still far from the border of the fog. If you walk alone, it may take several days to reach it. However, hope is in that direction. Even if every step is towards hope, if no one is willing to stay and stop them, how can they leave easily?

While they were looking forward to it, the reality seemed quite grim. As soon as they took a few steps, a group of monks from Piaomiao Palace spoke up to stop them: "Do you really think you can leave so easily? You are simply ignoring our existence!"

Xia Zhongnan pointed at the man with his Netherworld Iron Spear and said sarcastically, "You are just an empty talker. Are you going to imitate the White Country monk and trick your companions into going to their deaths?"

The monks of Piaomiao Immortal Palace responded: "Absurd! How could we be reduced to such a pus-filled foetus?"

Xia Zhongnan paused with his spear and snorted coldly, "Don't be so long-winded. Come and fight me if you have the guts! If I don't grind you to dust here today, I, Xia Zhongnan, will never leave this land!"

Hearing this, the cultivators of Piaomiao Immortal Palace were speechless. He had provoked the other cultivators with his original intention, but he had never expected Xia Zhongnan to respond tit for tat. He identified who had initiated the trouble first, pointed the finger at that person, and vowed to fight to the end.

Seeing Xia Zhongnan's oath, if the people of Piaomiao Immortal Palace dared to fight, before he was defeated, no one except his fellow disciples would be willing to intervene. At this moment, he was like being roasted on a raging fire by Xia Zhongnan. Whether he accepted the challenge or not, the outcome seemed doomed: once the fight, he would die if he lost; even if he won by chance, given the powerful strength shown by Xia Zhongnan and Lang Zhengfeng, he would definitely pay a painful price, and surrounded by powerful people, how could he let himself fall into such a dangerous situation?

Xia Zhongnan still refused to give up and continued to tease the other party with sarcastic words: "So, your steps are restricted by your cultivation? How long do you want me to wait?"

Fortunately, this cultivator from Piaomiao Immortal Mansion was a person who was well versed in the art of stretching and bending. He found that his words not only failed to provoke others to fight, but instead gave Xia Zhongnan a handle, so he immediately kept silent. Even though Xia Zhongnan provoked him in every way, he was as calm as an old Zen master in meditation, as still water.

Xia Zhongnan had no choice but to shake his head and said, "You are such a coward! I wanted to borrow your strength to take the blame, but it seems I should give you a chance to live!"

After saying this, he and Lang Zhengfeng walked out together under the gaze of many cultivators. They walked 40 to 50 feet forward, and some cultivators who were originally on their way stood up and moved away to avoid unnecessary conflict.

Lang Zhengfeng was secretly delighted and thought to himself, "Is this possible? Will they really let us leave safely?"

The two of them walked forward another twenty or so feet, and more than thirty feet ahead, four more Huandan realm cultivators blocked their way.

Xia Zhongnan had already noticed the presence of these four people, and saw that they were quietly clenching the magic weapons in their hands, looking ready to take action at any time.

He changed his mind and slightly adjusted his direction, intending to avoid the four people. He had set a rule: no matter who provoked him first, he would fight to the death. This strategy has always been throughout his actions, so that no one has dared to really challenge him so far.

However, the crowd here was too dense, and there would inevitably be reckless people who were not afraid of causing trouble. He thought that the four people were such people. If he ran into such people, Xia Zhongnan could only choose to stay away from them, so he cleverly adjusted his route and tried to bypass the four people quietly.

As expected, the two sides passed each other, maintaining a safe distance of more than ten feet. For the cultivators of the Huandan realm, such a distance was not enough to completely prevent a surprise attack, but it was enough to provide a relatively relaxed space for both sides. As long as no one deliberately provoked them, the two sides could leave peacefully.

However, just when they were about to get closest to each other, they both felt the aura of those four people locking onto them.

Xia Zhongnan and Lang Zhengfeng turned around without hesitation and launched an attack in the direction of the four people. In an instant, the sound of "bang bang bang" of weapons colliding continued, and the six people were already in a melee.

Obviously, the four monks belonged to the same sect. Each of them held a pair of heavy hammers in his hands. And from the way they coordinated combat, not only did they cooperate seamlessly, but they also displayed the charm of a specific hammer battle formation. It was expected that it was a special battle formation in their sect that was suitable for hammer battles.

The monks who were watching the battle all around gathered together, and as these four people stepped forward, a melee over Xia Zhongnan's opportunity finally broke out.

At this moment, the strange beasts that were standing by and watching did not participate in the battle. Their eyes were closely following Xia Zhongnan's battle situation. However, chaos had already occurred, and it was time for them to take action.