2317 Don’t Be Cowardly, Come and Kill Me! (1)

“His Metal Domain has reached the eighth level!”

Wang Teng was somewhat surprised. Even his Fire Domain had only recently reached the eighth rank. His other domains were at most seventh rank.

The youth from the Heishan Royal Clan, who seemed young, had also mastered an eighth-rank domain, which was truly astonishing.

In just a brief moment, the two had exchanged dozens of rounds, yet neither could gain the upper hand.

Boom!

At this moment, their weapons collided, and the Forces erupted at the point of impact, causing both of them to stagger backward.

Wang Teng’s clone wore a somewhat grave expression.

The opponent’s strength was formidable, much stronger than Yuan Mu, whom he had faced at the Stellar Academies.

As a mere clone, he couldn’t employ many techniques, and for the moment, he couldn’t find a way to beat his opponent.

Seeing this, Wang Teng’s main body stomped on the ground, creating a resounding noise. He transformed into an afterimage, rushing towards the youth from the Heishan Royal Clan, and joining the battle.

“You!” The youth from the Heishan Royal Clan saw Wang Teng’s original self approaching, and his expression changed slightly.

Councilor Wang Teng had already proven to be somewhat troublesome, and now with the addition of “Han Zhu”, the pressure on him increased significantly.

“I am entrusted by the Guizang family. I cannot allow you to harm any of them,” Wang Teng’s original self stated.

“Do you know who I am? How dare you attack me.” The Heishan Royal Clan youth said coldly.

“I don’t care who you are. You’re my enemy as long as you dare to interfere with my business.”

Wang Teng’s main form spoke, wielding a battle spear with flames coiling around it, forming a giant python that charged toward the opponent.

“No need for idle talk, just take him down directly.” The clone brandished his battle sword, crazily slashing towards the youth from the Heishan Royal Clan.

Boom!

The youth from the Heishan Royal Clan dodged the attack from Wang Teng’s main body but was struck by the clone’s sword radiance, sending him flying backward.

“Well done!” The clone laughed heartily.

“You’re looking for death!”

The youth from the Heishan Royal Clan was furious. He was caught between the two opponents, completely suppressed with no means of escape.

“Kill!”

A thunderous roar echoed from his mouth as sharp golden spear glows erupted from the long spear, almost piercing through the top of the cave.

Eight-level Metal Domain!

First-rank Origin of Metal!

These two forces merged into his battle technique, causing mysterious and intricate runes to appear on the surface of the spear glow, creating a bizarre and extraordinary spectacle.

“Golden Peak Rain Spear!”

The youth from the Heishan Royal Clan thrust the spear forward, unleashing an endless torrent of golden light that flooded the cave, turning everything around into a sea of gold.

The terrifying power left everyone in awe!

Both the original self and the clone wore an extremely grave expression, exchanging a glance before attacking simultaneously.

The main body utilized Fire Force, which also erupted with an eighth-rank fire domain. The battle spear raised high, summoning a terrifying python.

Roar!

The python roared, emanating a formidable aura, its surface adorned with intricate red patterns, revealing the power of laws of origin.

Meanwhile, the clone raised the sword towards the sky, channeling both constellation Earth and Metal Forces into the sword. A tremendously powerful sword radiance took form.

The Twelve Swords of Tyrant!

Fourth Sword!

This was the first time he had unleashed the Fourth Sword of The Twelve Swords of Tyrant since obtaining it, incorporating a seventh-rank earth domain and a seventh-rank metal domain. They fused into an unparalleled sword radiance.

Simultaneously, peculiar intertwining patterns of gold and yellow emerged on the surface of the sword radiance, forming chains that entwined around the sword glow.

These were manifestations of the origins of earth and metal!

Wang Teng unleashed these two origins to the peak of first rank. It was enough to deal with this young man.

Boom!

In the next moment, the spear glow arrived, densely packed as if it aimed to pierce through both figures, pinning them to the rock wall.

“Get lost!”

The clone roared, slashing the battle blade fiercely. The majestic sword radiance swept in all directions, almost overwhelming the cave as if it were about to be pierced through.

On the other side, the main body also took action.

Roar!

The battle spear thrust forward, and the python roared, transforming into a crimson-red whip, rushing towards the spear glow from the youngster of the Heishan Royal Clan.

Boom!

The three attacks collided instantly, and the terrifying residual force swept out. The cave shook, and giant rocks tumbled as if they were about to collapse.

“So powerful!”

The warriors of the Guizang family couldn’t help but gulp nervously, murmuring with dry voices.

Guizang Yan’s expression was filled with shock. As the battle progressed, he felt an increasing gap between himself and the three opponents.

They were on completely different levels!

“I wonder who will win?” Guizang Zhu couldn’t help but mutter, “I hope it’s Brother Han.”

Upon hearing this, Guizang Yan stared intently at the clash of attacks between the three, his emotions reaching a pinnacle of tension.

Naturally, he also hoped that Wang Teng and Han Zhu could suppress the youth, preferably defeating him outright to eliminate any future troubles.

Boom!

At this moment, the attacks of the three finally broke some kind of equilibrium, emitting a deafening roar.

Guizang Yan and the others’ expressions changed abruptly, then they saw the golden lance glow on the opposite side bursting open, unable to withstand the combined assault from Wang Teng and Han Zhu.

The method wielded by Wang Teng’s main body, the Crimson Snake Spear, and the Fourth Sword of The Twelve Swords of Tyrant executed by the clone, transformed into two streaks of light, charging towards the youngster from the Heishan Royal Clan.

“Impossible!”

The youngster from the Heishan Royal Clan’s pupils contracted, his face changing drastically. He quickly tried to retreat, but it was too late. In an instant, he was engulfed by the two attacks.

Boom!

He suffered severe injuries instantly, flying backward with numerous wounds and blood flowing profusely. The most severe injuries were two distinct marks—one from the lance and the other from the sword—both on his chest. They tore through his armor, leaving him critically wounded.