Weapon Master

Chapter 346 Is this a threat?

"Bam!" The room suddenly shook, and Yan Zhangkong's body slid down to the ground, sticking close to the wall.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of fresh blood was spat out. Yan Zhangkong's face was as pale as paper. In an instant, he let out a howl like an injured wild beast and struggled to jump up. However, right at this moment, a sharp 'chi' sound entered his ears.

In the blink of an eye, the fiery red spear tip had stopped right in front of his throat. Yan Zhangkong's body froze in place like a wooden chicken. He couldn't even feel the heat radiating from the spear tip.

At this moment, everyone in the distance was overwhelmed with shock and couldn't believe their eyes.

What happened just now was too swift. By the time everyone recovered from the shock, Yan Zhangkong was already on the ground vomiting blood, his throat pierced by a gun.

Yan Zhangkong, a dignified Martial Lord of the eighth step, after using the "Heavenly Dragon Illusory Sword Technique" to the "Three Dragons Illusory Spirit" level, had actually still lost, and to a Stage Seven Martial Master who had just advanced a few months ago? The heavens shouldn't be joking, shouldn't the correct result be the opposite?

"Tsk tsk, you want me to die?"

Tang Huan stood in front of Yan Zhangkong like a spear, his face revealing a ridiculing smile, "Yan Zhangkong, are you planning to drown me with a mouthful of blood?"

"Tang Huan, you … "Hiss …"

Yan Zhangkong was jolted awake.

Before he could finish his words, he screamed out in pain. The skin on his neck was already burnt by the heat emitted from the spear, and he subconsciously moved his head to the side, but in the next moment, he no longer dared to move, because the spear tip had already chased after him like a shadow.

"If it was outside, I would have killed you with a single shot."

Tang Huan squinted his eyes, the long spear in his hand flashed, the spear head moved away from Yan Zhangkong's throat and heavily tapped him twice on the shoulder. The clothes there immediately became creased, "However, I won't kill you now, you have to thank this' Heaven's Spirit Secret Realm 'well, it was it that helped you keep your pathetic life. "Since you're a dog, you have to be obedient. Now, you can hand over what you have and get lost."

"Pfft!"

Hearing Tang Huan's words, Yan Zhangkong's pale face turned green, and the blood in his chest churned. A moment later, he spat out another mouthful of blood, which splashed onto the tip of the spear that had just been pulled out.

"Tang Huan, I admit defeat this time."

Yan Zhangkong wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and struggled to get up from the ground, fiercely saying, "This is my 'Flowing Gold Sword'. One day, I will take it back from you." Yan Zhangkong bluntly threw the giant golden sword towards Tang Huan with a swing of his arm.

"Clang!" Tang Huan lightly pushed his spear forward, causing the Flowing Gold Sword to fly out, landing on the ground a few metres away, "A piece of scrap, I am not interested."

"You …"

His "Flowing Gold Sword" was a high-grade weapon that the clan had spent close to thirty million gold coins to buy. When he had first entered the "Heavenly Spirit Realm", he had been taken away by someone, and it was only last year that he managed to defeat the other party and then take back his weapon.

Such a weapon was actually discarded like a pair of old shoes by Tang Huan.

However, when Yan Zhangkong caught a glimpse of the "Flowing Gold Sword" on the ground, he could no longer say anything else. A long and narrow crack had actually appeared on the sword's body. He thought that it was just his imagination, so he quickly walked forward and picked up the sword. Upon closer inspection, the crack remained.

"You destroyed my 'Flowing Gold Sword'." Yan Zhangkong was so angry that his entire body was trembling, while at the same time, he was filled with regret.

"Yes, what can you do?" Tang Huan sneered.

"..."

Yan Zhangkong didn't utter a word. He gritted his teeth, grabbed his golden greatsword, and turned around to leave.

"Did I let you go?" Tang Huan's face darkened.

"What, you're still interested in this piece of rotten iron?" Yan Zhangkong coldly snorted.

"I'm not interested in this piece of metal, but I'm interested in the room number plate at the second level of the secret realm." Tang Huan laughed and said indifferently.

"What?" Yan Zhangkong's facial expression changed drastically.

"You don't understand? Then, I will say it again, hand over your room number plate to me! " Tang Huan said slowly.

"Tang Huan, have mercy on others and don't be too ruthless in your actions. Otherwise, it will not benefit you at all." Just at this moment, a voice rang out. Four figures had already walked to the side, and the one who spoke was the lanky youth, Zhong Feng.

"Are you threatening me?" Tang Huan smiled, but his eyes became cold.

"No, just advice." Zhong Feng laughed loudly.

"Advice?"

Tang Huan suddenly turned pale, and said coldly: "Who do you think you are, it is my turn to receive your advice? If you were to pull out your sword, others would always challenge you. Today, I will see what it is like to challenge others! "

"Hmm?" Zhong Feng was stunned for a moment, then a trace of rage appeared between his brows.

"Anyone else who wishes to advise me can come at me together!" Tang Huan's gaze swept across the other three young men by Zhong Feng's side, speaking with ridicule, "Always staying in one room to cultivate, isn't that boring. Being able to have five rooms to rotate with, I think that feels pretty good."

"Alright, alright, Tang Huan, this is what you said." Duo Feng was so angry that he started laughing.

"Alright, Zhong Feng, stop talking!"

Then, his gaze turned towards Tang Huan. He took out a crystal clear red jade tablet from his bosom and threw it at Tang Huan, "Tang Huan, didn't you want my room number plate? Take it! "Zhong Feng, let's go!"

"Yan Zhangkong, you can leave, but he can't!" Tang Huan grabbed the jade tablet with one hand, and the long spear in his hand slightly raised at the same time, as he pointed at the lanky youth called Zhong Feng.

"Tang Huan, don't go too far!" Only now did Yan Zhangkong remember that Tang Huan had already said that he would challenge Zhong Feng, causing his face to immediately flush red.

"Let's go all out against him!"

The grey-robed man and the hawk-nosed man were enraged as well. They tightened their grip on the weapons in their hands, and the heavy sword in their right hand grabbed onto the hilt of the longsword at their waists. Their eyes immediately became as sharp as swords.

Even the Martial Lord of the eighth step, Yan Zhangkong, had lost to him. He did not even put the four Great Martial Master s of the seventh step in his eyes.

"Buzz!"

In the midst of the clear, trembling cry, the Dragon and Phoenix Lance in Tang Huan's hands once again exploded forth with an extremely brilliant and resplendent light, and a blazing heat continuously surged out from the tip of the spear. In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire space became heavy and oppressive, and a new great battle seemed to be about to begin.

Seeing this unforeseen event, many Martial Warriors s not far away were all dumbstruck.

After defeating Yan Zhangkong, Tang Huan still planned to fight four alone?

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