Mystery Descends: My Exchanges Are Not Equal-Chapter 92 - 91: Unstoppable Momentum! Experience Soaring! (Requesting First Subscription! Requesting First Subscription!)

Chapter 92: Chapter 91: Unstoppable Momentum! Experience Soaring! (Requesting First Subscription! Requesting First Subscription!)

Yelv Xuguo coughed up a mouthful of blood, everything in front of him went black.

On the other side, just as Wang Teng was about to charge forward, elite Liao soldiers rushed out from the crowd, at least five spears thrusting toward Wang Teng!

"Bang~!" "Bang~!" "Bang~!"

The sound of striking the ground echoed continuously, and in the splattering blood and mud, the spears brushed past Wang Teng’s wood armor.

Without giving Wang Teng time to react, these spears lifted upward, trying to toss Wang Teng’s body into the air.

Wang Teng flicked his toes, and Yelv Xuguo’s longsword was kicked into his hand.

With a sweep of his right arm, the longsword whistled as it sliced through the air, breaking several spears apart, the spearheads flying horizontally.

An elite Liao soldier suddenly got sliced, and as he exerted too much force, his balance faltered and he leaned forward, his entire body was cut in half by Wang Teng midway, blood gushing out and steaming on the ground.

Wang Teng stamped the half-corpse’s head, then lifted his eyes to look ahead.

Yelv Xuguo was surrounded by a dense cyan aura, and from time to time, wisps of gray-black air sizzled out.

Suddenly, Yelv Xuguo rolled out from the azure mist, his face covered in blood, his red tassel helmet nowhere to be seen.

But as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he turned back from the gates of hell.

Withered Wood Welcomes Spring!

At this moment, Wang Teng’s killing intent grew stronger.

Welcomes Spring? Then I’ll kill you once more!

Despite his disheveled state, Yelv Xuguo wasn’t too flustered. He wiped the grime off his face and gave Wang Teng a cold smile.

The next moment, behind him, a giant over two meters tall slowly stood up.

This figure was clad in bronze armor, pasted with black and white talisman papers, even his face was covered thoroughly.

From his eyes, two lines of copper coins hung down.

He wielded a black long halberd in both hands, and a stench of corpses emanated from between his armor plates.

Even the elite Liao soldiers showed fear in their eyes upon seeing this figure.

To them, this guy was the most terrifying demon fiend, or perhaps...

Ghost God!

Power of Ghosts and Gods!

It was that black-robed Daoist again!

Wang Teng stared intently, Comprehensive Combat Power 2022 points!

The Ghost God was about to charge, its eyes utterly numb.

"I have finally awakened, unable to recall how many years, able to breathe such fresh air!"

...

Wang Teng raised the wine jug in his hand, flames steamed on the wood armor, wafting in the salty, fishy breeze.

...

"In the river of time, I have crushed many a skull, they all seemed like ordinary mortals. Ah~! Such cowardly generals, emperors."

...

Wang Teng’s eyes were indifferent, his muscles and bones crackling, power, physique, agility, spirit surging wildly!

...

"I can’t remember their names, yet they all called me... Ying Gou’s grandson!"

...

Wang Teng disdainfully looked at the giant corpse in front, twirling a sword flower with his weapon, then leaping high, as if adapting to something.

...

"I truly do not wish to kill, it holds no meaning, but how could they understand one who seeks defeat..."

"Pfft~!"

A sharp blade pierced into the bronze armor.

"Pfft~!" "Pfft~!"

...

A segment of a black withered arm flew in the air, with not a single drop of blood.

The black long halberd spun in the air, landing with a thud into the ground.

The Ghost God’s figure had an arm cut off by a sword, its withered body wrapped in heavy bronze armor, staggered back, until it crushed many elite Liao soldiers, only then stopping barely in front of a tent.

It was furious; how dare this human ambush it!

But the next moment, the Ghost God trembled.

Reflecting in its eyes was a cyan-red silhouette, and a brightly shining longsword.

"Boasting feels good, doesn’t it?"

"Ying Gou’s grandson?"

"Seeks defeat?"

"Want to improvise and recite a poem?"

As Wang Teng spoke, the longsword in his hand pointed straight at the Ghost God.

"Not reciting? Then go to sleep!"

The longsword came down, and this zombie with 2022 point combat power was sliced apart like tofu.

The last hint of fear flashed in the Ghost God’s eyes, and then they closed forever!

[Successfully killed a Grandmaster-level character! Gained +1800 experience points in total!]

Holy crap~!

Grandmaster-level character!

Directly gained 1800 experience points!

Everyone was shocked on the spot, faces full of disbelief.

"Kill him!"

Even King Liao, Yelv Hongji, turned pale and issued the final military order.

Various elite Liao soldiers clamored and shouted, waving their weapons, rushing towards Wang Teng.

Layers of human barriers blocked Wang Teng’s way.

But under the luminance of the longsword, both men and armor shattered, bones and muscles snapped, screams echoed.

For a time, all blockers perished!

The longsword stabbed ruthlessly into the body of the last Liao soldier.

But the red light flashed, and though this soldier was in great agony, he fearlessly gripped the longsword tightly!

It was the black-robed Daoist again!

Wang Teng glared angrily in his direction.

Abandoning the longsword, Wang Teng sped forward in large strides, unstoppable, his fist at this moment blazing like the bright sun.

"Ha~! Just a mere Han warrior, even if brave in battle, I can still hold you back. As long as King Yelv fully unleashes the Power of Cyan Dragon, no matter your celestial skills, you cannot escape!"

The black-robed Daoist drew out a long knife from his front, his face grinning sinisterly: "I am the National Preceptor of Liao Country, a half-step Grandmaster, a Land Immortal with the Power of Ghosts and Gods! Besides..."

He roared, black and red air flew out from his mouth and nose, and behind him divine patterns writhed, transforming into a fierce giant python!

"Even the Emperor of the Song Dynasty has withdrawn his army, for the purpose of your death!"

"In the grand scheme, can you alone stand against it?!"

Gazing at the divine patterns behind the black-robed Daoist, and hearing his words, Wang Teng’s eyes first showed a pause, then surged with a tidal wave of killing intent.

He charged forward, his fists wrapped in bandages blazing red.

A blood-red ribbon whistled past in the wind.

Next was Liu Dao!

Divine patterns, Six-armed Nezha!

Even Dragon Sinew I can pick out, yet this little python dares act arrogantly!

His fist shattered the giant python, pulverized the long knife, pierced through the black-robed Daoist’s chest!

The flowing blood-red silk sailed down...

A flurry of shattered long knife fragments scraped apart the wood armor, raising droplets of blood pearls.

The fist plunged into the black robe, pouring down a rain of blood.

Black-robed Daoist’s bulging eyes rolled erratically, his hands weakly patting Wang Teng, making gurgling sounds from his throat.

"Gurgle~! Gurgle~!"

Suddenly, the black-robed Daoist bit toward Wang Teng’s neck, gnashing blood and flesh with blackened teeth.

"Tear~!"

Wang Teng gave a strong pull, instantly extracting the entire spine of the opponent!

In no time, the black-robed Daoist’s eyes turned up, expressions ghastly.

His body rapidly dried and withered, vile winds arose, turning to a sky full of black ash, leaving only a blood-stained Daoist robe to drift down weakly.

Wang Teng touched his blood-drenched neck, leaving several gaping holes...

[Successfully killed a Grandmaster-level character! Gained +900 experience points in total!]

Meanwhile, Yelv Hongji stood high above, eyes filled with the rage of hatred.

The Power of Cyan Dragon completely erupted.

Yelv Hongji galloped forward, in his hand the dragon head spear struck fiercely toward Wang Teng.

"Clang~!" "Clang~!" "Clang~!" "Clang~!" "Clang~!" "Clang~!"

Six flying swords came one after another.

The dragon head spear sang, slightly deflecting direction, barely grazing past Wang Teng’s left shoulder, leaving a trail of blood.

Yelv Hongji lifted his head, from afar the azure slender jeans were so dazzling.

Liu Erlong’s white fingers gently plucked, nodding slightly, she met the gaze of the man beside the mountain of corpses...

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