Rebirth: City Sovereign

Amongst the six star Magic Formation, a Lang Family disciple who wore a set of Black Robe s let out a blood-curdling screech like a pig being butchered.    

He staggered a few steps, and with a plop, he fell face first into the mud.    

"Pah!"    

The clear sound of glass shattering could be heard. The many Magic Formation s that Lang Feiren had painstakingly repaired immediately shattered into pieces of spirit energy and scattered.    

In front of the Magic Formation, Lang Feiren, who had already flown up to the sky, suddenly twitched his mouth. He took out a red scroll and opened it towards the Huang Family Brothers who were in the air.    

swish swish swish *    

Hundreds of spirit stones Flying Sword s refined from Lang Family flew out from the scrolls and placed their spirit artifacts within. After opening the scrolls, one could form a spirit artifact torrential rain that was comparable to a large area of offensive magic. This was a skill that all disciples of Lang Family had to master.    

Towards this attack, Huang Guixin simply did not care, with a point of his finger, a square shaped blood shield formed, directly dissolving all the Spirit Stone Flying Sword.    

While the brothers were defending themselves, Lang Feiren quickly turned his body to look at the ground to see what had happened.    

That Lang Family disciple's clothes had been stained with two drops of Huang Guiyuan's blood rain, the corrosive liquid had created two cute holes on his black robe, but his flesh had not been harmed in the slightest …    

"Damn." Lang Feiren cursed in his heart as he shouted in embarrassment.    

"This blood rain just needs one of the simplest Magic Arts Barrier to withstand it. Before setting up the formation, first activate the Magic Arts Barrier.    

He had just boasted to Hee Yu about handing over the two Blood Warriors to him, but with such an outcome, Lang Feiren was so ashamed that he wanted to find a hole and hide in.    

"Ping, I have never had such a situation during my usual practice." The disciple stood up in a sorry state, his face alternating between green and white.    

He had practiced this Lang Family Great Formation for a few years as well, but every time he set up a formation in the region of the Lang Family, he would be in the area of the Lang Family.    

"Trash!" There's no need to set up a formation! " He also understood that there was a problem with the formation set up by his family members, so he changed his words.    

"Use a spirit artifact scroll to attack!"    

When the disciples heard him, some of them reacted quite quickly, and directly took out countless spirit treasure scrolls placed on their waists, but there were some Lang Family disciples who were bashful and unsteady like a bunch of girls.    

"Listen to my command, release!"    

Lang Feiren was too lazy to bother and immediately issued the order.    

swish swish *    

Logically speaking, if several hundred Lang Family disciples were to use spirit artifact scrolls at the same time, without tens of thousands of them, there should at least be a few thousand spirit artifacts that would shoot out from the scrolls.    

But at this moment, it was completely different from what Lang Feiren had imagined, that those few hundred spirit artifacts that shot out from the sky, only had a few hundred left …    

Lang Feiren never thought that after only two days of absence, these disciples who had been holding back like this, would actually try to take advantage of him while he was refining. Originally, he had planned to refine ten Flying Sword a day, but after making one or two lackeys, he ran away …    

"Hahaha, so it's not a bunch of trash, but trash within trash!"    

When Huang Guiyuan saw this scene, even his teeth were about to burst out laughing. His body was surrounded by blood Qi, and instantly separated the spirit beasts that Lang Feiren had shot out. With a flash of blood shadow, Huang Guiyuan was forced to the side of Lang Feiren, countless of Toxic Blood needles shot out!    

"Crap!"    

Lang Feiren was shocked, and wanted to retreat, but Huang Guixin had already laid out a blood Magical Beast behind him with its mouth wide open. There was no way out.    

"Manager Lang!" When Hee Yu and Xiong Shanhe saw this, they both jumped into the air at the same time.    

When they initially saw the hundreds of Lang Family disciples, the moods of the two leaders were actually quite relaxed, but they never expected that it would be like this. They were stunned for a moment, until Lang Feiren was pummeled by the Huang Family brothers, and only then did they react.    

However, the speed of the Huang Family brothers was simply too fast. They would simply not give the two managers any chance to stop them.    

"Let's kill a family head for an appetizer!" Huang Guiyuan explosively roared, countless of blood glaring at Lang Feiren, as though he was going to be pierced into a sieve. Even Lang Feiren himself, couldn't help but think that he was really going to die.    

"Whew."    

A small strand of fiery-red spiritual energy, that was undetectable by the slightest of details, suddenly enveloped Lang Feiren's right fist.    

Before Lang Feiren could react, his body suddenly swayed uncontrollably, and his feet split apart as he leapt high into the air, unexpectedly dodging Huang Guiyuan's blood thorn attack.    

"Hmm?"    

Huang Guiyuan also did not expect Lang Feiren to still be so nimble while he was in the air. Bloody thorns stabbed into the air one after another, and the blood Magical Beast that followed the inertia created a few holes on its body.    

The blood Magical Beast screamed and immediately turned into a bloody mist and scattered. Before Huang Guiyuan could react, a violent punch had already exploded on its right cheek.    

After Lang Feiren dodged the attack, he turned his body in a circle in the air and punched out with the five fingers of his right hand, hitting Huang Guiyuan in the face from a distance.    

"BOOM!"    

After taking the punch head on, Huang Guiyuan felt that his skull was about to shatter. If not for the protection of the Toxic Blood, his head might even have been smashed.    

Ah!    

He cried out miserably and flew backwards. Huang Guixin immediately flung out a blood chain to stop Huang Guiyuan from flying backwards.    

Silence.    

Xiong Shanhe, Hee Yu and the other juniors from the Lang Family all had their jaws and mouths wide open, their eyes staring wide open as though they were about to fly out.    

"This …"    

Lang Feiren was originally the weakest out of the three Patriarchs, but at this moment, not only did he dodge the pincer attack from the Huang Family brothers, he had even heavily injured Huang Guiyuan.    

Xiong Shanhe asked himself, even he who had trained in the Martial Dao for many years might not be able to do so in that kind of situation.    

What was going on?    

Could it be that other than refining, Lang Feiren had also secretly trained in the martial arts?    

"Manager Lang, your martial path is even more powerful than mine." Xiong Shanhe could not help but exclaim.    

"Haha, too much, too much." Lang Feiren laughed awkwardly.    

Not to mention others, even Lang Feiren himself was dumbfounded. Just now, he had even prepared himself to die from being stung by the spear, but for some reason, his body suddenly started to move uncontrollably.    

He hadn't even used any spiritual energy during the punch that sent Huang Guiyuan flying, but just this one punch had almost killed Huang Guiyuan.    

But of course, it was impossible for Lang Feiren to say it out loud. He had earned some face back with great difficulty, and was not willing to lose face again.    

In a corner that no one could see, Ye Kai, who no one could see for a long time, was currently standing there. The right hand he was placing behind his back and the fingertip of his index finger was burning with a tiny strand of spirit energy.    

"Ah," Huang Guiyuan, whose head had almost been smashed, held onto half of his face, staring at Lang Feiren with bloodshot eyes.    

"Kill you, kill you, I will kill you!"    

On the other side, Huang Guixin squinted as he sized up Lang Feiren who had been staring at his right hand from head to toe.    

"Ho … I truly never would have thought that the manager, with his seemingly ordinary strength, hid it so deeply."    

"It's because I, Huang Guixin, have neglected my own cultivation in the God Burial Mountain for so many years, that I am unable to deal with even a little Patriarch."    

"From now on, I will deal with you seriously."    

As Huang Guixin said till here, veins suddenly popped up on his face.    

"Come out!"    

Boom!    

The river of blood beneath his feet began to boil up, and a column of blood hundreds of meters tall soared up into the air. Amidst the pillars of blood, one detestable blood demon after another appeared.    

When Lang Feiren saw it, the corner of his mouth twitched, but he still managed to force out a laugh.    

"Hmph, hmph, since you are serious now, then I, Lang Feiren, will have to use my true abilities."    

At this time, Hee Yu and Xiong Shanhe had also flown to Lang Feiren's side, and were slowly gathering spirit energy.    

"Good!" I, Huang Guixin, have cultivated in the God Burial Mountain for more than fifty years, and it's been a long time since I've had this kind of carefree and comfortable feeling! "    

"Since we've met today, let's have a good fight!"    

Huang Guixin bellowed, then countless blood ghosts flew out from his side, like emissaries that had come from the Yellow Springs, wanting to devour all living things!    

At this moment, what no one knew was that somewhere in the corner of the God Burial Mountain, a black figure slowly broke out of a field of death …