Chapter 591: Chapter 372: Slaying in Succession
Zhao Sheng extended his hand and with a beckoning gesture, the Golden Crow True Fire on the ground suddenly rose into the air, slowly flying three inches above his palm, suspended in midair.
Reflecting on his last life, to get his hands on the Golden Crow True Fire, he had painstakingly spent decades of time and mobilized the power of his entire clan, only to finally refine a wisp of the Golden Crow True Fire after gradually gathering the Seven-Colored Spiritual Fire and the Two-Pole Primordial Magnetic Divine Light.
But in this life, he hadn’t anticipated that he would come across such a rare Heaven and Earth True Fire again.
However, fate was unpredictable, and during a treasure-hunting expedition, the Golden Crow True Fire unexpectedly made its presence known before him.
“It’s like finding shoes after breaking a thousand pairs, coming easily without effort!” Zhao Sheng happily exclaimed, ready to collect the True Fire.
Slick!
A Red Gold Magma Ball, as large as a human head and resembling a Flying Fire Meteor, suddenly shot out from the fog, almost striking Zhao Sheng’s body in a blink of an eye.
In a critical moment, Zhao Sheng’s figure flickered and he swiftly retreated thirty feet, narrowly escaping the sudden attack.
Boom!
The Magma Ball crashed into the ruins, exploding with a loud bang, splashing large swaths of Red Gold Magma. The Fire Sea instantly rose, and the ground hissed as thick black smoke emerged, visibly melting into a magma pool more than a yard in diameter.
“Who is the coward that dares attack from the shadows?”
“Leave the Golden Crow True Fire, and I will spare you from death!”
Two voices rang out almost simultaneously, as Zhao Sheng slightly squinted his eyes. With his Divine Sense, he could see the newcomers clearly.
At this time, a tall and elegant figure slowly emerged from the fog.
The person who appeared was handsome, with a lean build, fiery-red long hair casually tied up, with a crystal-clear white hairpin in the center, looking dashing and unrestrained.
Behind this person, a golden Fire Sea manifested, within which loomed the massive ethereal form of a Fire Phoenix. Its three tail feathers, like three firefalls, stretched out long and danced, sprinkling dense golden sparks as they fluttered.
Zhao Sheng looked at the newcomer and coldly said with an indifferent expression, “A Three-tailed Fire Phoenix? Turns out it’s Wen Dao You from the Path of Dominance. You want the Golden Crow True Fire? Come and take it yourself!”
“Oh, is that so?”
Wen Zhongfei took a few steps forward, stopping at a distance of ninety feet.
He ignored Zhao Sheng’s challenge and said arrogantly, “Boy, you dare call yourself the Demon Star? I give you one last chance to live. Hand over the True Fire and scram immediately! Otherwise, I’ll turn you from the Demon Star into a Dead Star.”
This person was a Nascent Soul True Seed of the Path of Dominance, with cultivation at the Great Perfection of Golden Core, far surpassing common high-level True Immortals.
Wen Zhongfei didn’t take Zhao Sheng, who had only recently made a name for himself, seriously at all.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng’s wrist casually flipped, and with a single shimmer, the Golden Crow True Fire disappeared from sight.
Seeing this, Wen Zhongfei’s gaze suddenly sharpened, and without further ado, he pointed his finger. l
Scream!
In an instant, a long, crisp phoenix cry came from the Fire Sea behind Wen Zhongfei, followed by the massive Fire Phoenix ethereal form soaring into the air, becoming real in a moment, carrying rolling fire waves as it dove towards Zhao Sheng.
Everywhere it passed, the fog was burned away, and the ground caught fire, melting into a fiery red magma river a yard wide.
This showed just how astounding the Flame Power of this Three-tailed Fire Phoenix was!
Seeing the Fire Phoenix approaching, Zhao Sheng remained calm and collected. A red light intensely shone from his brow, and the Karma Fire Red Lotus shot out instantly, confronting the oncoming Three-tailed Fire Phoenix in midair.
Boom!
Gold and crimson fireballs collided violently, instantly exploding and rapidly expanding into a vast fire cloud that spread across the sky for dozens of yards, burning all the surrounding fog to nothingness.
Wen Zhongfei chuckled coldly, rapidly forming spell handsigns, casting out one spell after another.
At that moment, the golden flames on the Three-tailed Fire Phoenix surged wildly, its figure growing rapidly as it transformed into a colossal beast radiating increasingly astonishing Flame Power. Even the sight was greatly distorted by its presence, and the void directly turned into “vacuum.”
Whoosh, whoosh!
The next second, twelve red halos flew out from him, identified as twelve Phoenix Mysterious Fire Banners, each a Magical Treasure.
Wen Zhongfei’s eyes emitted two streams of fire-like Divine Light. As he rapidly shaped spells with his hands, the twelve Phoenix Mysterious Fire Banners scattered and soared into positions, unleashing blinding white light and emitting terrifying Formation fluctuations.
In the blink of an eye, the twelve Phoenix Mysterious Fire Banners plunged into the ground surrounding the ruins, forming a high-level Fire Element Formation.
But at that moment, Wen Zhongfei’s expression changed. The person opposite had not made a move to stop him from setting up the Formation, but only controlled the Fire Lotus to fend off the Fire Phoenix’s assault.
According to the intelligence, the young Golden Core known as the Demon Star should not have such a sluggish response. It even seemed that he hadn’t revealed all his strength yet.
For some reason, Wen Zhongfei felt an ominous premonition rising within him.
“Not good.”
Before he could utter those words, Zhao Sheng had already disappeared from his gaze.
“Damn it!”
Wen Zhongfei’s eyes showed urgency, and he urgently pushed his hands outwards, his surrounding flame light expanding rapidly. Simultaneously, golden Flame Shields materialized around him.
At the same time, a flash of white light appeared above his head, and the crystal-clear white hairpin transformed into a thirty-feet long white dragon, rapidly coiling in the Upper Sky, and split into thousands of white beams that filled a ten-yard radius. Each white beam was exceedingly sharp, carrying fierce killing intent.
Wen Zhongfei’s complexion turned slightly red after doing all this.
“Formation, rise!”
Even then, Zhao Sheng had not reappeared, and Wen Zhongfei steadied his Spirit, pointed his sword finger, and shouted urgently.