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Shen Zhan was taken aback, quickly channeling his Dantian Spiritual Power to resist with all his might. He staggered backward from the force of the impact, feeling his palms split open.
Just as he was about to shout his surrender, Wu Kun's figure flickered, and with a spear that moved like a dragon, he struck with lightning speed. The barrage of spear shadows came rushing at him, leaving no chance for Shen Zhan to speak.
With a thunderous boom, Shen Zhan felt the spear pierce through his chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with agony.
In quick succession, several more thrusts shattered his internal organs, leaving him silent and powerless as he slumped down.
Wu Kun wore a cold smirk on his face as he gripped the spear tightly. With a slight flick of his wrist, he sent Shen Zhan's lifeless body flying in front of the crowd from Blood Demon Manor.
His arrogant voice echoed through the air. "It seems the people of Blood Demon Manor are not so impressive; I can take you down in just three moves."
Zhou Da Cong and the others furrowed their brows, their faces showing signs of anger.
Zhang Xing stepped forward, instantly appearing in the open space. With a gentle wave of his hand, a long spear materialized in his grasp. His expression turned serious; this man had killed Shen Zhan in just two moves and was at the fourth level of Xuan Yuan Realm—he was undoubtedly formidable.
However, Zhang Xing was not afraid. He too was at the peak of the fourth level of Xuan Yuan Realm and only needed one last step to break through. Even if he couldn't defeat this man, he could still find an opportunity to call for surrender.
Wu Kun regarded Zhang Xing with a cold arrogance, feeling a sense of wariness in his heart. He immediately engaged in combat with him, wielding his spear with ferocity.
The shadows of their spears flashed continuously as spiritual energy rippled through the air.
Standing behind them, Yun Fan watched the fierce battle unfold before him with little interest. Both combatants were at the peak of the fourth level of Xuan Yuan Realm; it was not a battle beyond their means but rather a test of their foundational strength. The one who could endure longer would emerge victorious.
After exchanging over a hundred blows, Wu Kun's eyes glinted with coldness. With a slight flick of his sleeve, a sharp hidden weapon shot out like an arrow.
Zhang Xing was caught off guard; he felt a sudden pain in his abdomen and looked down to see a dagger embedded within him, blood gushing forth uncontrollably.
As he sensed his spiritual energy dissipating, he stumbled back several steps. Glaring ahead, he shouted furiously!
"You actually used a hidden weapon!"
Wu Kun heard this and was completely unfazed, letting out a cold laugh.
Since it was a fight to the death, using hidden weapons was part of my skill set.
His spear erupted with brilliant light as he thrust it towards Zhang Xing, intending to kill him on the spot.
Zhang Xing felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, a relentless ache that filled his eyes with fury. He let out a roar and charged at Wu Kun, his spear radiating dazzling brilliance. Even if it meant death, he was determined to take this man down with him.
His spear technique was as swift as lightning, creating shadows of the weapon as he thrust forward.
Wu Kun felt a surge of panic rising within him; he swung his spear repeatedly in an attempt to defend himself. However, enraged Zhang Xing cared nothing for his own life and sought to exchange his life for Wu Kun's.
With a deafening crash, the spear pierced Wu Kun's abdomen, blood gushing forth as pain contorted his face. He was thrown into complete disarray.
Desperately, he began to retreat, wanting to escape the battlefield, not daring to engage with this madman any longer.
But Zhang Xing would not give him the chance; he swung his spear again, the sounds of impact ringing out continuously.
He stabbed Wu Kun in the chest four times in quick succession, blood and entrails erupting from him as Wu Kun's body trembled slightly. With pain etched on his face, he collapsed helplessly to the ground.
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