Chapter 715 - 299: Mandala Blossoms
Chapter 715 - 299: Mandala Blossoms
But, it was only stagnant for a moment!
"Roar!"
"Kill!"
The three of them shouted fiercely almost simultaneously.
Forcibly pushing through the still wildly burning, eroding defense of the Dark Gold Shenxiao, like three blood-colored arrows released from a bowstring, they charged forward fiercely once again.
Faster than before, more aggressive than before.
The three figures tore through the lingering golden arcs, heading straight for the center where Fang Qingyu stood like the descent of the Thunder God.
There was only one goal.
To get close to Fang Qingyu in the shortest possible time with unstoppable momentum.
To absolutely not give the opponent any chance to catch their breath and employ strange tactics.
At the same time, beside the Maybach car.
The gray-clad Apostle leaning against the car door still had an eyes as calm as a still well, as if the peak collision in front of him, enough to make any ordinary Tier Three shudder, was merely a dull pantomime.
He slowly withdrew his right hand, which had been in his coat pocket all along.
The movement was elegant and leisurely.
His fingers were long and well-defined, with his palm facing up, as if merely wanting to feel the cool morning breeze on the overpass.
Then, he unhurriedly took out a plain white cigarette box from the inside pocket of his coat.
In one smooth motion, he flicked out a white cigarette and held it between his slightly pale thin lips.
Click.
A silver antique lighter danced at his fingertips, making a crisp metallic click.
A blue flame flickered sharply in the chilly morning air, moving towards the tip of the cigarette.
Just as the flickering flame was about to lick the tobacco threads...
BOOM!!!
Without any warning, an indescribably intense crimson pillar of fire erupted violently from less than three meters away from his side.
The terrifying heat instantly distorted the surrounding air.
The smooth black paint of the Maybach immediately hissed as it was scorched.
The speed of the fire pillar’s appearance was too fast, its range too wide, and the energy contained too explosive.
Like a gigantic curtain of flame, it instantly separated him from the battlefield ahead, isolating him completely.
The scorching wave surged towards him with a destructive breath.
Singed a few locks of hair on his forehead, curling them.
The grey-clad Apostle’s movements stopped abruptly at the last millimeter before the blue flame could ignite the tobacco.
He slightly turned his head, those eyes, perpetually indifferent like an ice lake.
For the first time clearly reflected the crimson reaching towards the sky and earth.
The light of the fire pillar danced in his eyes, illuminating his pale face brightly.
Click.
He gently closed the lid of the lighter, extinguishing the blue flame.
He slowly turned back, facing the wild curtain of flames.
The corner of his mouth, holding the cigarette, seemed to twitch slightly upward, a curve so cold it carried no warmth, as if he had seen...
A toy that finally piqued his interest.
"Heh..."
A soft hum, almost drowned out by the roar of flames, escaped his lips.
...
And at the same instant the curtain of flames rose skyward, cutting off sight.
In the center of the overpass battlefield.
Facing the three Peak Martial Saints charging with lethal intent through the shattered remnants of Shenxiao.
Suspended in mid-air, Fang Qingyu showed no signs of panic in his eyes.
There was only the will to fight.
On his arms, the coiling Shun’s Dragon Craft seemed to sense the boiling killing intent and impending explosive burst of its master, letting out a low and excited dragon roar.
The dragon’s roar instantly drowned out the thunderous claps of Thunder.
"Roar—!"
The next second!
Fang Qingyu’s arms suddenly trembled fiercely.
Buzz—!!!
A terrifying suction power, impossible to resist, suddenly erupted, centering on him.
The originally raging and surging, like an ocean storm, Shenxiao torrent that swept over the entire overpass, burning and corroding the three enemies’ defenses, seemed to hear a summon.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
Countless fierce Dark Gold electric snakes, like rivers returning to the sea, instantly abandoned their eroding of the foreign enemies and, with a speed faster than their initial outbreak, madly surged back.
They tore through the air, emitting piercing shrieks, with only one target.
Fang Qingyu’s tightly clenched fists wrapped with the phantom shadow of a dragon.
This sudden recoil of Shenxiao.
Just happened to form a second wave of Shenxiao impact.
"Be careful!"
The faces of the three in mid-air changed drastically.
They were pushing forward with all their might, trying to get close and fight through Shenxiao, without expecting that the Shenxiao released could still be retracted back into the body.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!
Crack!
The momentum of the three’s forward charge was forcibly interrupted by this unforeseen reverse impact of Shenxiao.
Their figures showed obvious stagnation and wobble again, Qi Blood surging.
And just at this lightning speed moment of old force gone, new force yet to be born, and defense heavily weakened by the Shenxiao reverse impact.
Fang Qingyu’s fists had already reached their maximum momentum.
The endlessly returning Shenxiao, like the most obedient vassals, was being voraciously compressed by those iron fists entangled with the dragon’s shadow.
The piercing golden Shenxiao on the punches condensed to the extreme.
Fang Qingyu’s icy gaze locked onto the three Peak Martial Saints below, destabilized and defensively shaken by the reverse impact of Shenxiao.
Finally unleashed...
The first punch against the four!!!
...
Meanwhile.
On the other side.
The roar of engines tore through the tranquility of the morning.
Su Wanqing tightened the throttle, and the motorcycle engine under her emitted a violent roar.
The speedometer needle was stuck firmly on the edge of the red zone.
Wei Banmeng was right behind her, his cold face devoid of any expression, only the high-speed airflow tugging at his hair.
The glass curtain walls of skyscrapers on both sides blurred into light trails as they sped past.
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