Weapon Master

Chapter 922 - Scram!

"What's going on over there?"

"Do you still remember that guy at the Origin Condensation Stage?" There was a team that tried to steal his things, but three people were killed in succession? "

"What?" You're sure that the person who killed him was that guy in the Origin Condensation Stage!? "

"..."

"Impossible, that's only at the Origin Condensation Stage, how could he possess such powerful strength?"

"Hehe, just take a look at the traces he left behind and you'll know whether he has that kind of power or not. Those guys originally wanted to take advantage of us, but they ended up kicking us onto an iron plate. How pitiful. "

"God damn it, if I knew that his strength was so astonishing, I would have pulled him into our team."

"..."

On the grassland surrounded by the forest, close to a hundred people had already gathered. They were attracted by the activity coming from the forest and did not immediately leave.

Suddenly, the crowd caught sight of yet another dazzling sword ray. The dazzling red light illuminated the drowsy area until it became transparent.

"Don't kill me, ah!"

Before the begging had even finished, it was replaced by a shrill scream.

Everyone was slightly surprised and exchanged glances. They understood that another Heavenly Yuan cultivator had fallen.

With the strength of a mere Essence Condensation Realm cultivator, it was no wonder he dared to come to this "Heavenly Desolate Secret Realm!"

Deep fear flashed through the eyes of everyone present. They were glad that they did not offend Tang Huan, and also silently mourned for the group of greedy birds that had stood out.

If the robbery did not succeed then he would instead be killed. Once he entered the secret plane he would lose his life. This was truly not worth it.

"Have mercy — —"

Moments later, the red light appeared again, and the begging sound came to an abrupt stop.

The death of this cultivator was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The remaining cultivators in the forest could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts.

"Run!" "Run!"

"This bastard is simply a devil!"

"Everyone spread out and run!"

"..."

Seven figures crazily charged out of the forest.

In less than a quarter of an hour, five Heavenly Yuan cultivators were killed, which already scared their guts out of their wits. Even the middle-aged man in a yellow robe, who had already reached the peak of the Sky Origin Stage, had completely given up coveting Tang Huan's weapon.

"Chi!"

At the edge of the grassland, the sound of breaking air suddenly burst forth.

In an instant, a large fiery-red sword ray stabbed into the eyes of the crowd without any warning. An awe-inspiring aura filled the world. As the sword ray pierced through the air, the surroundings started to burn. In a split-second, the sword beam and the swept up flame had already sunk down.

The green clothed man in front of him seemed to be in a trance, only then did he suddenly regain his senses, his mouth slightly opened, he did not even have the time to let out a scream, he was already engulfed by the flames, and the sword beam that landed on the ground erupted with an incomparably sharp Strength Qi, roaring forward like a thunderbolt, and creating a huge and fierce fissure on the grass field that was dozens of meters long.

The sixth cultivator of the Heavenly Origin Stage was destroyed!

The yellow-robed man and the other six were scared to the point that their souls almost left their bodies. They scattered in all directions, desperately trying to escape.

Previously, when they were hidden by the trees, they did not have a clear view of the situation over there. But now, everyone was able to personally experience Tang Huan's fearsome attack at close range, and their hearts were all shaken.

When Tang Huan's slender figure walked out from the chaotic region of raging flames and whistling Strength Qi, everyone was in a trance. It was as if the one standing there was not a mere Essence Condensation Cultivator, but a majestic and murderous god of war.

"It's about time."

Tang Huan's gaze swept across the few figures who had already passed through the grass and fled into the forest opposite him.

Three of the six men were at the peak of Sky Origin Stage. It would be hard to kill them with one sword strike. As for the other three, it was easy to kill them. However, it was unnecessary to waste a lot of time in this situation where they were fleeing in all directions.

With that thought, Tang Huan retracted his gaze, and casually picked a direction to fly towards.

"Brother, please wait!"

Just as he moved forward a dozen meters, a slightly hoarse voice sounded from the side. Tang Huan turned his head to look, and saw a tall and skinny middle-aged man shooting over like lightning.

"Brother, in this" Heavenly Desolate Secret Realm ", it's too dangerous to be alone, why not find a team to train with? "My team already has thirty people, all of them are Heavenly Yuan cultivators, of which ten are at the pinnacle of Heavenly Yuan."

"If there is a brother, it will definitely be like adding wings to a tiger."

The middle-aged man smiled, his expression sincere. As he spoke, his gaze took a hidden glance at the "Absolute Yang Scarlet Scale Sword" in Tang Huan's hand, and then flashed a greedy look.

"Scram!" Tang Huan squinted his eyes as a word came out from his mouth.

"What, you …"

The middle-aged man's smile faded and his face changed greatly. He had thought that even if Tang Huan didn't want to join his team, he would still politely reject Tang Huan, but he didn't expect that Tang Huan's reply would be so heartless.

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged man said, "Brother, I have good intentions in inviting you. It's one thing if you don't appreciate my kindness, but you are actually spouting such malicious words. Isn't this going too far?"

"Oh, so what?"

Tang Huan raised his eyebrow, he glanced at the middle aged man and asked: "Could it be that you want to test whether or not my sword is sharp?" Towards this kind of fellow with ill intentions, Tang Huan did not even have the slightest bit of interest in perfunctory speech, before his voice had even faded, Tang Huan had already gently flicked his finger on the sword.

"Buzz!"

"Ang!"

After an intense rumbling sound, there seemed to be a world-shaking dragon's roar that resounded through the sky.

Vaguely, the middle-aged man seemed to see an incomparably large Fire Red Huge Dragon roaring out from within the sword body. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, as though it wanted to swallow him whole. An indescribable feeling of fear immediately gushed out from the depths of his soul, and actually caused him to uncontrollably retreat.

After a few steps, the middle-aged man was jolted awake.

On the other hand, the "Absolute Yang Scarlet Scale Sword" in Tang Huan's palm had already disappeared, and what entered his eyes was the faintly discernable sense of ridicule from the corner of Tang Huan's lips. The middle-aged man's face was alternating between green and red, and he was actually angry from embarrassment. Just now, Tang Huan did not do anything, but he was actually frightened to the point of retreating.

With a cold laugh, Tang Huan turned around and left.

When the middle-aged man saw this, his expression became unsettled, as if he was going to flare up at any moment. However, the other group's mistakes caused him to be extremely wary. After a while, Tang Huan's figure had already disappeared into the depths of the forest. The middle-aged man clenched his teeth and retracted his gaze, waving his hand: "Let's go!"