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"You forced me! Go to hell! Haha!"
Zheng Rucheng laughed heartily, his aura rising steadily until it reached the peak of the Golden Core Stage.
The immense pressure radiated outward, causing Zhang Kang, who had previously been suppressing Zheng Rucheng, to stand frozen in front of him, while Zhen Long also felt reluctant to move away.
Both men stared in shock at Zheng Rucheng, momentarily overwhelmed by the massive aura surrounding him, causing them to sink toward the ground.
Feng Yiqin watched Zheng Rucheng's wild laughter with a furrowed brow; the unique aura of the late Golden Core Stage emanating from Zheng Rucheng even managed to suppress him slightly!
With hatred in his eyes, Zheng Rucheng glared at Feng Yiqin and shouted, "Old dog Feng, you’ve pushed me to this point. My cultivation is ruined because of you, so don’t think you’ll get away unscathed!"
With that, he shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, creating a faint explosive sound in the air.
Feng Yiqin's expression changed dramatically. Zheng Rucheng was now at the late Golden Core Stage and was in a state of rage; he feared he wouldn’t be able to withstand the attack.
Zhang Kang and Zhen Long exchanged glances as they noticed Feng Yiqin's perilous situation, sparks of understanding igniting in their eyes.
Why could Feng Yiqin be the city lord while Zhang Kang and Zhen Long were merely his generals, even though they were all at the Golden Core Stage?
It was because Feng Yiqin belonged to the Feng family of the capital!
Both Zhang Kang and Zhen Long were clever enough to realize the benefits of saving Feng Yiqin, so they disregarded whether Zheng's ancestor was dead or alive.
After all, even if he wasn't dead, he was likely unconscious and not worth worrying about at that moment.
The two rushed toward Zheng Rucheng, each harboring some hostility toward one another.
They both wanted to show Feng Yiqin that they were the true heroes who saved him.
On Feiqiong Pavilion, Ling Mo Xie looked at the continuous notifications of experience points being gained in the system with a slight smile. When he saw that both Zhang Kang and Zhen Long were charging toward Zheng Rucheng, his eyes lit up.
"It seems it's my turn to make an appearance! This is for the best; if luck is on my side, I might not get noticed by them."
Ling Mo Xie smirked, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he murmured to himself. He transformed into a flicker of flame and vanished from the Flying Qiong Pavilion, reappearing in the ruins of the conference hall the next moment.
To avoid drawing attention from Feng Yi Qin and Zheng Ru Cheng, Ling Mo Xie used the Flame Clone skill.
Seeing that half of the wall in the conference hall had not yet collapsed, Ling Mo Xie glanced at Zheng Ru Cheng and Feng Yi Qin, who were engaged in battle, then bent down to pick up the unconscious Zheng Family Ancestor.
After reaching the wall, a series of smooth and brilliant skills were unleashed upon the Zheng Family Ancestor.
"Flying Immortal Sword," "Heaven-Shattering Cloud Break," "Fireball."
After several skills were cast, the Zheng Family Ancestor's body was already in a terrible state, and his Health Points were rapidly depleting.
"Ding! You have gained 1.6 million Experience Points!" "Ding! Congratulations! You leveled up!" "Ding..."
A series of system notifications rang out as three beams of golden light enveloped Ling Mo Xie, leveling him up three times. Previously, during his time in the Flying Qiong Pavilion, the Experience Points gained from killing Zheng Family disciples had already brought Ling Mo Xie to level sixty.
Now, leveling up three more times meant he reached level sixty-three!
"Finally reached the critical period; it wasn't easy!" Ling Mo Xie sighed but didn't dwell on his upgrade. Instead, he turned his attention to his backpack.
Earlier, he had noticed several streams of light entering after the Zheng Family Ancestor's death; it seemed he had picked up some good items!
"The Nine Swords of Dragon Sealing? Kuwai Water God Thunder? They actually dropped?" Ling Mo Xie whispered as he looked at two golden items radiating green light in his backpack.
His expression was clearly filled with joy.
"Huh? What is this?" Ling Mo Xie looked curiously at a stone lump behind the two books. After examining it for a long time without any clues, even using a detection spell yielded no information—not even its name.
Looking at the mysterious scene, Ling Mo Xie shrugged and decided not to dwell on it. With a cheerful smile, he clapped the two skill books in his hands together.
Dragon Sealing Nine Swords: Green Skill
Skill Effect: After use, deals 60,000 damage to the target.
Cooldown: 30 minutes
Kuwai Water God Thunder: Green Skill
Skill Effect: After use, summons a Kuwai Water God Thunder that deals 20,000 damage and 5,000 mental damage to enemies.
Cooldown: 5 minutes
Ling Mo Xie learned the two skills and leaned over to watch the fight between Zheng Rucheng and Feng Yiqin's group.
Zheng Rucheng, having taken a potion, was indeed fierce. Coupled with Zhang Kang and Zhen Long not cooperating well enough, the four of them were in a stalemate for a while.
Standing amidst the ruins of the conference hall, Ling Mo Xie decided not to return to the Flying Qiong Pavilion. He found a spot to lie down casually and began to enjoy the spectacle.
From time to time, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, almost tossing popcorn into his mouth.
"Wow! This is amazing; it's comparable to the fireworks I bought for two hundred bucks in my past life!"
Ling Mo Xie lay sideways on a tall wall that still stood amidst the ruins, propping his head up with one arm while intently watching the battle between Zheng Rucheng and those from the City Lord's Mansion.
"It should be about time now, right?"
After half a stick of incense had passed, Feng Yiqin, Zhang Kang, and Zhen Long had all sustained significant injuries. However, Zheng Rucheng began to show signs of fatigue as the effects of the potion wore off.
The situation on the battlefield started to turn around; the three who had been suppressed by Zheng Rucheng gradually regained their footing.
Ling Mo Xie's playful demeanor faded away as he flipped over and sat up. A hint of seriousness and tension appeared in his eyes as he cast a detection spell on Zheng Rucheng.
He easily saw Zheng Rucheng's attribute values; his Health Points were down to only 80,000!
Ling Mo Xie's gaze swept across the skill panel.
"Let's use the Dragon Nine Sword!"
Ling Mo Xie muttered softly, standing up and squinting at Zheng Rucheng, whose Health Points were continuously decreasing under his probing technique.
"Seventy thousand... Damn! How is Feng Yiqin so fierce? Just like that, only one thousand Health Points left, and I haven't even hit him directly yet!"
Ling Mo Xie cursed loudly, his mind instantly focusing on the already cooled Flame Clone. The moment he appeared beside Zheng Rucheng, his thoughts shifted again to the Dragon Nine Sword.
Feng Yiqin had initially thought that Zheng Rucheng was at his last gasp and was about to finish him off with another move. However, he was stunned to see a burst of flames suddenly appear next to Zheng Rucheng. Before he could react, he saw the flames transform into a person. A beam of golden light shot out from the long sword held by that person, dazzling enough to make Feng Yiqin, Zhang Kang, and Zhen Long squint their eyes.
They could only vaguely see the golden light split into nine parts, nine ferocious golden dragons soaring towards Zheng Rucheng, surrounding him. Nine dragon roars echoed simultaneously as the golden dragons plunged into Zheng Rucheng's chest.
Zheng Rucheng's eyes widened in shock as he hoarsely said, "Father... Father?"
"Ah, son! Go with peace!" Ling Mo Xie smiled and patted his shoulder when he saw that Zheng Rucheng thought it was the Zheng family ancestor.
Zheng Rucheng's pupils dilated instantly; it wasn't his father!
But he could no longer utter a word as his Health Points drained away, leaving him forever silent.
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