My Cold and Elegant CEO Wife

Chapter 2195: Taking a Little RevengeTranslator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

The Black Wind Saint Son walked toward Qingfeng Li. His killing spirit increased with every step he took, forming a black light spout above him.

Qingfeng Li frowned a bit and took a murderous look at the Black Wind Saint Son.

Qingfeng Li had practiced Killing God Chant. That was why he could condense his killing spirit and turn it into a Killing God Lance.

He didn't expect the Black Wind Saint Son could condense killing spirit too, although it was weaker than Qingfeng Li's.

Qingfeng Li knew that the Black Wind Saint Son was a worthy opponent. He had absorbed two strikes of the three-colored thunderbolts and strengthened his body, but he could only reach a tie with the Black Wind Saint Son in a fight, while the Black Wind Saint Son definitely hadn't used his full power.

Qingfeng Li operated his Mortal Purgatory Body, exuding black Talisman scripts of Hell. Meanwhile, he strengthened his skin, muscle, and bones with the three-colored thunderbolts, making himself look like a monster.

Qingfeng Li took a step forward, cracking the ground and forming a black light spout of killing spirit behind him as well.

He reached out his right fist, tearing the air, shaking the space, and smashed heavily at the Black Wind Saint Son.

The Black Wind Saint Son didn't hesitate a bit and swung, forming a giant palm that covered the entire sky and crashed against Qingfeng Li's fist, creating huge noises.

The surrounding space was shattered and almost everything was destroyed. Other than Thunder Valley, the mountains, plants, and rocks turned into ashes.

This was the Fallen Immortal Arena after all and the rocks were extremely hard. But the force of Qingfeng Li and the Black Wind Saint Son had reached 130 million pounds, which was equivalent to the full power of a peak level Saint and was too powerful for the rocks to withstand.

Qingfeng Li and the Black Wind Saint Son both took a step back. Qingfeng Li's body strength was powerful enough to fight against a Peak Saint; even the Black Wind Saint Son couldn't defeat him.

The Black Wind Saint Son turned stern. Not long ago, He could smack Qingfeng Li away, even making him spit out blood with only his finger.

But at this moment, only after a few minutes, they tied in the fight, which made the Black Wind Saint Son very confused and disappointed.

He didn't understand why the three-colored thunderbolt didn't hurt Qingfeng Li and even improved his power.

The Black Wind Saint Son looked at the Sky-Flame Saint Son and found him still lying on the ground and trembling. The three-colored thunderbolt lingered around and were continuously damaging his body.

The Black Wind Saint Son became very disappointed, saying to himself, "What a loser. Qingfeng Li could improve his power with the three-colored thunderbolts, but you're hurt by it this severely."

The Sky-Flame Saint Son would feel aggrieved if he knew what the Black Wind Saint Son was thinking. He had tried his best, but his body couldn't withstand the three-colored thunderbolts at all.

Rumble…

Ten more strikes of three-colored thunderbolts came from the sky. This time, they didn't attack the Sky-Flame Saint Son but struck the Black Wind Saint Son and Qingfeng Li.

After all, it was their fight that caused the furious energy fluctuation and even affected Thunder Valley. That was why the three-colored thunderbolts came for them.

Qingfeng Li was delighted. He felt happy when seeing three-colored thunderbolts, reacting just like if other self-cultivators saw vital essence. He could absorb them to improve his power.

Qingfeng Li didn't hesitate a bit. He flew up and opened his arms to the three-colored thunderbolts, as if he saw someone he liked.

Five strikes of the three-colored thunderbolts hit Qingfeng Li. He fell heavily on the ground and kept trembling, with his eyes, skin, and his entire body scorched.

Although Qingfeng Li was badly injured, he immediately operated the Thunder Chant and absorbed the power of the three-colored thunderbolts.

In the other direction, the Black Wind Saint Son wouldn't be this lucky. The other five strikes of the three-colored thunderbolts hit at him from the sky.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't resist the thunderbolts. His skin, muscle, and bones were scorched, and he fell heavily on the ground, spitting a mouthful of blood.

Though the Black Wind Saint Son was a Peak Saint and was ranked 11th on Hidden Dragon List, he had no way to withstand these three-colored thunderbolts.

At this moment, he felt what the Sky-Flame Saint Son had felt. He had just mocked the Sky-Flame Saint Son, but at this moment, he was struck by the three-colored thunderbolts as well. He couldn't withstand the thunderbolts either and kept trembling on the ground with injuries.

The Black Wind Saint Son looked at Qingfeng Li and felt better when he saw Qingfeng Li was also hit by thunderbolts.

But after a while, Qingfeng Li had recovered and was moving energetically.

Qingfeng Li got resistance after these thunder strikes. He could quickly absorb the hree-colored thunderbolts using the Thunder Chant.

Qingfeng Li exuded strong energy and got more powerful than before.

He walked toward the Sky-Flame Saint Son and the Black Wind Saint Son. These two both became frightened.

The Black Wind Saint Son said, "What do you want?"

Qingfeng Li replied, "I want to teach you a lesson, of course. Did you feel good when hitting me before?"

Qingfeng Li went by the side of the Black Wind Saint Son. Seeing him lying on the ground, Qingfeng Li didn't hesitate a bit and kicked him heavily with his right foot. The Black Wind Saint Son flew away, hitting and cracking a big tree.

The Black Wind Saint Son spat out another mouthful of blood, and his face became even paler.

Five strikes of three-colored thunderbolts were inside the Black Wind Saint Son's body and kept damaging his skin, muscle, and bones. He couldn't use his power like a fish out of water and could only take the punches passively.

Qingfeng Li kicked the Black Wind Saint Son with his right foot, while the left one kicked the Sky-Flame Saint Son, who then also flew away with broken ribs in his chest.

The Sky-Flame Saint Son hit a rock and cracked it. He fell on the ground with blood spraying out of his mouth. He looked as miserable as the Black Wind Saint Son.

The surrounding self-cultivators were all shocked with their mouths wide open when seeing this, their eyes full of disbelief.