Chapter 652: 652 Eighteen Mu Qingtong
Chapter 653: 653. Miss Mu, Please Enter the Trap!
Xia Feng was shocked to see Mu Qingtong and the others reveal their strength. This was too outrageous! Eighteen Miss Mus with the same strength as Mu Qingtong? Who could possibly win against that? Disaster!
Just as Xia Feng’s heart sank, he felt a tingling sensation at the back of his neck and his hairs stood on end. With a slight shift of thought, he instantly vanished from his spot! “Screech!!” Nine serpent-like lightnings formed from purple electricity roared past where he had disappeared. At the same time, two black-dressed women also appeared; identical cold, exquisitely beautiful little faces, their silver hair whipping wildly in the lightning.
Xia Feng reappeared a hundred meters away, but he didn’t have time to turn back. The other Mu Qingtongs were already stepping through the snow towards him, exuding immense killing intent! Xia Feng quickly concealed himself in the Holy Knight Space and continued to flee.
Then he noticed that the real Mu Qingtong was leaning against an ice pillar, leisurely watching the show. “Miss Mu, aren’t you a bit too relaxed!” “Mr. Xia, didn’t you say you could beat me easily? Now’s your chance.” The silver-haired woman smiled faintly and said, “Eighteen of me should be a small problem for you?”
“!” Xia Feng raised an eyebrow and immediately turned to charge at her, preparing to divert the blame. However, at this very moment. From the depths of the dense fog, eighteen faint figures reappeared. To the surprise of both of them, this time it wasn’t Mu Qingtong.
It was Xia Feng! Eighteen Xia Fengs, dressed in white robes, with indifferent expressions and pale gold six tails unfurled behind them, radiating golden light, charged directly at Mu Qingtong. “Heh~” Xia Feng stopped approaching Mu Qingtong and turned to run, not forgetting to taunt, “Miss Mu, are you scared now~”
Whoosh—— But as soon as he finished speaking, the silver-haired woman, who was lazily leaning against the ice pillar, adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses. The next instant, she had already teleported behind a ‘Xia Feng’. The long saber in her hand flashed with cold light, slicing a perfect arc through the cold, snowy air.
Swish—’Xia Feng’s’ head flew off. Xia Feng instinctively flinched at his neck. Mu Qingtong thoughtfully glanced at the long saber in her hand. Unlike the ‘Mu Qingtongs’, the ‘Xia Fengs’ realm fluctuated between Apprentice Spirit Master and Venerable, which was very strange. This allowed her to easily lop off a Xia Feng’s head. However, to be honest, it felt quite good.
The silver-haired woman slowly raised her beautiful eyes, surveying the ‘Xia Fengs’ who were recklessly charging from all directions. A slightly cruel, yet gentle smile touched her lips. “Chop—” “Chop—Chop—” One fresh head after another flew into the air, followed by scarlet blood and snowflakes pattering down, falling onto the pure white snow.
Xia Feng’s eyes twitched slightly, and he cursed the perverted witch in his heart. At the same time, he quickly constructed spirit particles, deconstructing them onto his hands, forming a flame-red light flow that he fiercely slammed backward. Behind him, two silver-haired women who were sneak-attacking him were hit directly between the eyebrows. Their figures paused, and irregular light patterns cracked open between their eyebrows. Bang— Their beautiful heads dispersed into rosy light, and their bodies slowly fell into the snow.
[A-class Spirit Robe: Photonic Annihilation]
Previously, Xia Feng had been startled by the sudden appearance of so many ‘Mu Qingtongs’ and hadn’t observed carefully. Now, he also discovered the weakness of the ‘Mu Qingtongs’. These fakes were constantly using B-grade and C-grade Spirit Robes in battle; they seemed unable to use A-class Spirit Robes, nor did they possess Miss Mu’s spirit artifacts. If that was the case, it would be much simpler.
Whoosh whoosh— From four directions, three silver-haired women each charged forward. Purple-red lightning flashed from their fingertips, converging to form a larger, vaguely roaring thunder dragon in a whirlwind. The power they displayed seemed quite frightening. Xia Feng twisted his neck, the Gui Dao flashing with bloodlight appeared in his hand, and a slightly cruel, friendly smile stretched across his lips. Half a minute later.
On the snowy ground, there were only the headless corpses of black-dressed women. Xia Feng’s right foot was stepping on the butt of a black-dressed woman whose body was buried face-down in the snow, while he held her beautiful, silver-haired head in his hand. On the opposite side. At Mu Qingtong’s feet, the ground was littered with tragic heads, as if all living beings were crawling like ants at her feet. Beneath her elegant black dress, her right high-heeled leg was slightly raised, also stepping on the back of someone’s head, buried in the snow.
At a distance of a hundred meters, the wind and snow raged, and the cold air whipped against them. As their eyes met across the distance, both black and golden irises narrowed slightly. Bang— As Xia Feng crushed the last Qing Tong head in his hand. These eerie clones instantly dispersed into light gray spirit light, quickly floating into the air.
The two of them looked up simultaneously. These spirit particle lights rapidly spread out, flying towards Black Moon City at light speed and merging into the barrier of the majestic city.
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Mu Qingtong thoughtfully said in a low voice, “It looks like a kind of automatic defense mechanism of Black Moon City. Anyone who approaches within a certain range of Black Moon City will be affected by this illusion, preventing outsiders from advancing further.” “I just don’t know the specific operating mechanism, and why your clones are so weak, Mr. Xia.”
Swish— Before the woman’s words had even finished, the place where Xia Feng stood was now only filled with splashing snow mist and a blurred humanoid afterimage. The afterimage flashed behind the black-dressed woman and slammed down with force— “Slap—!” Beneath the graceful black dress, waves of hips surged. Xia Feng turned and ran, mockingly laughing as his voice echoed in the snowy mist: “Miss Mu, who is stronger is not decided by words. If you are so arrogant and conceited every day, it will only make you seem not only arrogant but also ridiculously weak!”
Black-dressed woman: “!!!!!!” Under the snowy sky, the world fell into silence. The dark, malevolent fire burned like a stigma, scorching the mind and refining the nerves, instantly igniting into an endless purgatory capable of destroying heaven and earth. And at this moment— Mu Qingtong’s first nerve, like an old lute string, buzzed—and snapped instantly!
Ding~~~ Mu Qingtong slowly raised her cold little face, hidden in the dark snow mist and wind, gazing at the strange night sky with the black moon hanging in the west. She seemed to hear a crisp bell sound in the heavens and earth, pleasant to the ear. The tingling sensation in her buttocks still lingered. But she paid it no mind. Her exquisitely beautiful face remained serene. At this moment, her lips slowly curved. A faint smile graced her eyebrows.
Swish—Swish— She walked leisurely, slowly moving in the direction where Mr. Xia was escaping. Xia Feng did not flee the area but directly entered the widely opened underground gate barrier, heading for the underground safe house. The safe house was three thousand meters below ground, with a tunnel filled with traps in between. However, both Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong had obtained the trap map given by Cha Nai Xue. Cha Nai Xue had not played any tricks, and Xia Feng soon arrived inside the safe house.
The safe house was warmly furnished, appearing like a small two-bedroom, one-living room apartment. The furniture was complete. Cha Nai Xue and Jiang Qiue were not at home; their message stated they were tracking a Black Moon Clergy member and would return later. Additionally, Cha Nai Xue mentioned that this safe house was actually a God Relic. Besides possessing extremely strong defensive capabilities, it could also manifest any environment or scene desired by the user based on their imagination.
Xia Feng pondered for a moment. The scenes of the living room, kitchen, and bedroom around him faded, and as light flowed, a luxurious room in a high-rise building appeared. This was the Bronze Tower where Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong had their first ‘intense battle’. He nodded with satisfaction and looked back quietly towards the door. The battlefield was ready. Miss Mu, please enter the trap!
