novelzi Chapter 295: Grey Sky
Chapter 295: Grey Sky
Black luster, rich aroma.
Although it was impossible to tell what it was, one couldn’t hide the fact that it was a treasure. They say fortune favors the bold. Having stumbled upon such a treasure, how could Mike give up on it? It would be against all reason not to seize it.
It seemed that the Goddess of Luck was also looking after Mike. The distance of less than fifty meters, he flew smoothly, all spatial cracks passing by him narrowly. Finally, when he was less than five meters away from the upright black light, he saw what it was.
It was a sword!
The deep black Great Sword stood solemnly in the void, and around it, space appeared to be cracking like a turtle shell, spreading into the depths of the void. Occasionally, eerie wind sounds emitted from within. Looking at the Great Sword again, its blade was streaming with black bloodstains.
Eerie, powerful!
Facing such a treasure, the corners of Mike’s mouth couldn’t help but lift with difficulty. Still, he dared not rashly reach for it. Stopping in a crack-free spot, he conjured two Fire Snakes.
The tiny Fire Snakes, as if they were sentient, flew forth and sprang forward.
Shh! One by one.
"Sure enough, it’s dangerous."
The Fire Snakes had not yet approached the Great Sword before they were shredded by the weird powers emanating from the cracks. Unmoved, Mike stretched out his hand, and five more Fire Snakes flew from his fingertips.
Divine Lord, please bless me!
Mike continued to pray earnestly in his heart. He was only one step away from success, but the damned spatial cracks prevented him from moving forward. He could only try to hook the Great Sword and pull it out. The key to success depended on whether the Fire Snakes could reach it.
Every additional minute he spent there meant facing one more danger upon leaving.
The High Seas were a ruthless killing field, where humans die for treasure as birds do for food. Here, nationality mattered not. To kill for loot was the simplest thing.
"Mike, someone’s coming."
Velia said anxiously from behind.
"Velia, hold off those people. Give me one more minute. If I can get it out, we can both escape no matter how many enemies there are."
Mike said, focusing his spirit.
He didn’t want to give up, he truly didn’t. After some attempts, he had successfully advanced the Fire Snakes by one meter. Just one more meter, and the Great Sword would be his.
If something could remain intact in space filled with cracks, the black Great Sword had indeed deeply stirred Mike’s nerves. Its power was undisputable.
"Hurry up!"
Velia gritted her teeth, dropped a phrase, and turned to face the enemies.
As time ticked away, Mike used both hands, sending Fire Snakes on the original trajectory repeatedly forward. With each small leap forward, a number of Fire Snakes vanished for nothing.
"Divine Lord, just a little more."
Mike had already heard more than one or two voices, his heart pounding with urgency.
If someone outside took action against the space he was in right now, he didn’t need any fatal moves; the unstable space itself would devour him.
Luckily for Mike, the Goddess of Luck had not abandoned him. Just one minute had passed when he finally managed to touch the black Great Sword and hastily pulled it toward himself.
The Treasure Sword, it came out!
Looking at the Great Sword within arm’s reach, Mike’s tense face finally revealed a smile. He couldn’t wait to stretch out his hand to grasp the hilt.
"My thing, you also dare to take?"
An emotionless voice suddenly sounded out in front.
Looking up, Mike was immediately scared out of his wits. Not far ahead, at some point, a disheveled person had appeared, with blood-red hair obscuring his face, only a pair of blood-red eyes shining brightly.
A person from an Alternate Space-Time!
Escape! One by one.
Zhang Wenyuan said carelessly.
"Talk about serious matters, what are you doing in the Central Region?"
Ye Feng’s expression turned cold.
Instinct told him that Zhang Wenyuan would never be like Xiao Chuanqi, loyal to him for life.
This kind of person had ambitions.
"If I don’t say, will you not let me follow?"
Zhang Wenyuan showed a touch of seriousness.
Of course, the answer was yes. Ye Feng nodded his head. To be honest, his visit to the Central Region was purely in the capacity of a physician, not as a monarch on an expedition. Where did he have so many means to instruct others?
"To undergo trials. Society has its obligations, and every man is responsible. So many powerful characters came to the capital, and frankly, I felt I could not just do nothing, so I decided to follow you."
So the answer is that I have nothing else to do and want to find someone to hang out with.
"Suit yourself."
"I will say this upfront, I don’t care about your identity. Since you have decided to follow me, don’t play any tricks on me."
Ye Feng turned away, no longer paying attention to Zhang Wenyuan.
"Ye Feng, are you curious about my identity? I might as well tell you, I am the direct disciple of Grand Sect Leader Zhao Gongming. Speaking of status, shouldn’t you call me ’Uncle-Master’?"
Zhang Wenyuan was clearly grasping at straws for conversation.
"Uncle-Master?"
"Zhang Wenyuan, do you think you’re very good at fighting? Also, have you forgotten that I am not a disciple of the Utility Pavilion?"
Ye Feng couldn’t help but wince having heard this.
This Zhang Wenyuan, obviously more obnoxious than Yu Feiyu, was even more annoying.
"Whether I’m good at fighting is not something I can say. It’s for the opponent to decide. As for what kind of opponent is worthy, that’s another topic."
"Ye Feng, we are both Peak Martial Kings. Are you interested in having a match?"
Zhang Wenyuan deliberately left out three words.
Unusual!
Neither he nor Ye Feng was an ordinary Peak Martial King. One’s combat power was not inferior to a Divine Path Expert of the Enlightenment Realm, and he himself had entered and then retreated from the Divine Path twice.
"Right at this moment?"
Ye Feng stopped in his tracks.
Listening to what that old man Tang Bai said, the so-called "Great Art of Fivefold Reincarnation" seemed very formidable?
"Come on, Ye Feng. Your name may contain the character ’Feng’ for sharpness, but it’s not the ’Feng’ for madness. Fighting and such, how can that be more important than handling matters?"
"But on the other hand, none of the disciples of the ten Grand Sect Leaders are as outstanding as us. That youngster Xue Chengbi, I can beat him easily. The disciple of the Second Sect Leader Li Shengmin is someone, but it’s a pity he has been missing for years, and whether he’s dead or alive is still unknown."
Zhang Wenyuan’s expression became a bit strange as he looked at Ye Feng.
He was already the Northern Border King. It seemed that Duan Tian intended to groom Ye Feng as the next Great General of Nation Guard. So could he still take over the position of Guardian Sect Leader?
It should be known that the ten Guardian Sect Leaders and the twelve Great Generals could have a myriad of connections, yet one person absolutely could not hold both positions simultaneously.
This was an ironclad rule!
Unfortunately, the Second Sect Leader Shi Yehong had not taken any new disciples for years, leaving people unclear about what he was really thinking. Although Ning Weiwei had been in contact with the Second Sect Leader, she lacked in talent by far.
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