The sound echoed in the square, hitting the pillars and courtyard walls of the City Lord's Mansion, bringing back a dull echo. Wu Hong did not look back at them, but just raised his chin slightly in response.
His eyes swept across the twelve offerings in the center of the square, Shen Fei and Xiao Ning'er, and finally landed in the direction of City Wall in the distance.
There are several figures approaching quickly over there. They are Black Gold Rank masters from Glory City families. They are the first batch of reinforcements to arrive after receiving the order.
The leader is Huyan Lie, followed by two Elder of the Huyan Family, and then the family head of the Sacred Nether Family and several side branch masters. Xiao Yunfeng of the Winged Dragon Family is also among them, leading Elder from the two clans.
There were a dozen people in total, all with the cultivation level of Black Gold Rank. They were moving very fast and were almost reaching the front street of the City Lord's Mansion.
Wu Hong glanced in that direction, and the corner of his mouth curved. The curve was not big, with an undisguised contempt.
He spoke, his voice was not high, but it was wrapped around Spiritual Power. The whole City Lord's Mansion Front Courtyard and several nearby streets could hear clearly. "No matter how many times you come, it's useless. Legendary Rank are all ants."
After he said this, he turned around, and his dark golden vertical pupils fell on Shen Fei and Xiao Ning'er again.
His eyes moved from Ink Cloud in Shen Fei's hand to Wind-Thunder Wings behind Xiao Ning'er, paused for a moment, and then tilted his head slightly, as if he was looking at two uncommon bugs.
"Ants," he said, his tone was very casual, as if he were chatting, "Surrender obediently, and I will give you a happy ending."
Shen Fei didn't answer. He glanced back, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Huyan Lie and the others had rushed to the corner of Front Street, and they would be able to enter the square in a few seconds.
He retracted his gaze and grasped the hilt of Ink Cloud tightly. Soul Force poured out from Dantian and poured into the sword body along Meridians.
He didn't hesitate, kicked the ground with his toes, and rushed out with his whole body close to the ground. The sword lay horizontally at his side and stabbed Wu Hong straight into the chest.
Wu Hong's expression changed the moment Shen Fei moved. His vertical pupils shrank slightly, as if he didn't expect this Black Gold Rank 4-Star young man to really dare to take action against him.
He did not dodge. He raised his right arm, palm facing outward, and drew a half-arc in front of him. It was almost the same as the posture used by Ye Mo to block Wu Man's punch before.
A layer of dark red light emerged from the palm. The light was not thick, but very heavy, like a shield compressed to the extreme.
Ink Cloud's sword tip pierced the layer of red light, making a dull impact sound. Violent ripples appeared on the surface of the dark red light. Wu Hong's footsteps slipped half a step back, and the soles of his boots dragged two shallow marks on Bluestone Slab.
He was knocked back half a step.
Wu Hong's expression changed from contempt to slight surprise. He lowered his head and glanced at his palm. The dark red light was broken into a small piece under the tip of Ink Cloud's sword, and the edges of the sword were cracked with several cracks.
He raised his vertical pupils again, looked at Shen Fei, and tightened the curve of the corners of his mouth. "It's interesting." He said, his voice lower than before.
Shen Fei didn't give him time to breathe. After the first sword was blocked, he didn't put away the sword and retreat. Instead, he took a step forward. Ink Cloud slid along the red surface towards Wu Hong's wrist, and the sword blade slashed horizontally.
Wu Hong flipped his wrist, and the red light in his palm exploded, bouncing Ink Cloud away. At the same time, his left fist hit him from the side, and the surface of his fist was covered with a layer of dark red energy, with a pungent fishy sweet taste.
Shen Fei stepped aside, and the wind from the punch grazed the side of his ear, causing the skin on his cheek to ache slightly. He used the sideways movement to go around to the right side of Wu Hong, and Ink Cloud slashed at the back of Wu Hong's neck with his backhand.
Wu Hong turned around faster than he expected, holding his right arm in front of him to block. Ink Cloud slashed at his forearm, making a crisp sound of gold and iron.
Wu Hong's forearm was covered with a very thin layer of dark red Spiritual Power film. Ink Cloud's blade cut into half an inch and got stuck in the film layer, without damaging the skin.
Shen Fei used the recoil to take two steps back and regain the distance. His breathing was heavier than before. Although the swords just now did not hurt Wu Hong, they firmly attracted his attention.
He could feel that Wu Hong did not use all his strength when blocking and counterattacking. There was a leisurely quality to the opponent's movements, as if he was teasing a flapping insect.
But he doesn't need the opponent to use all his strength, he just needs to hold off Wu Hong and buy time for the people behind him.
At this moment, Xiao Ning'er moved.
She fluttered her wings and rose up from the ground. Wind-Thunder Wings spread out to its maximum width behind her back. Lightning exploded from the edges of her wings, and tiny crackling sounds echoed throughout the square.
She flew to a position about three feet above the side of Wu Hong, and condensed a two-foot-long Lightning Spear in her right hand. The gun body was compressed by dense lightning, and the tip of the gun glowed with a dazzling white light.
She flicked her wrist, and Thunder Spear came out, with a dazzling white arc, heading straight for Wu Hong's head.
Wu Hong didn't even raise his head. He raised his left hand, spread his fingers, and grabbed it casually above his head.
When Thunder Spear flew above his palm, it seemed to have hit an invisible wall, its speed slowed down sharply, and the tip of the gun stopped half a foot in front of his palm.
Wu Hong's fingers tightened and pinched the gun body of Thunder Spear. The long gun compressed by lightning trembled violently in his palm, and the lightning exploded from the gun body and followed his fingers to his arm, making a crackling sound.
Wu Hong's vertical pupils narrowed, and a dark red light emerged from his palm, covering the lightning. Then he closed his fingers and squeezed hard.
Thunder Spear shattered into tiny electric sparks in his palm, falling from between his fingers like a handful of crushed glass.
Xiao Ning'er paused for breath when he saw this scene in the air.
She did not hesitate, and condensed another Thunder Spear with her left hand. This time she did not throw it, but flapped her wings, swooped down from the air, pointed the spear downward, and stabbed Wu Hong's head with thunderous momentum.
The lightning condensed into a cone-shaped beam of light around her, distorting the surrounding air.
Wu Hong had just crushed the first rod Thunder Spear, and the second rod had already reached the top of his head. He raised his hand and pushed it upward, and the dark red light in his palm condensed into a thin shield, blocking the top of his head.
Xiao Ning'er's Thunder Spear stabbed on the shield, with a muffled sound, the lightning exploded, shattering the Bluestone Slab under Wu Hong's feet.
But the dark red shield didn't move at all. The tip of the Xiao Ning'er's Thunder Spear gun made a dent on the shield, but it didn't penetrate.
Wu Hong flipped his wrist and pushed the shield to the side. Xiao Ning'er's Thunder Spear was deflected by the force and slid sideways. When he landed on the ground, he staggered two steps before he could stand still.
Just as Wu Hong raised his hand to block Xiao Ning'er's shot, Shen Fei rushed up from the side. He did not stop after retreating just now, and circled half a circle around the edge of the square, and got stuck behind Wu Hong.
Ink Cloud was lying sideways on his side. There was no light on the sword, and there was no Spiritual Power fluctuation. All the power was compressed inside the sword body. He rushed to the position two steps behind Wu Hong, and stabbed out with one sword, straight to the waist.