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"Chi!" Cheng Qing's left rib was slashed by the sword, blood spurting out. That was a ninth level Xumi Stage martial artist that had been hiding behind a crowd of people. He had suddenly launched an explosive attack. This sword attack could have pierced through Cheng Qing's kidney, but he was able to twist his body at this critical moment.
The ninth wolf cultivator had paid a heavy price as the Heaven Lake Sword stabbed him in the back, nailing him to the tunnel.
As a person of two lifetimes, Cheng Qing had accumulated an exquisite battle skill, as well as a rich amount of fighting experience. It was vividly displayed in this battle. If it were anyone else, they would have died countless times over.
Not to mention everything else, Li Muhao was already at his limits, while Yang Ruoxi was even slower. Although she gritted her teeth and persevered, she was still unable to keep up with Cheng Qing's pace.
Suddenly, three wolfwalkers at the peak of the ninth level of the Xumi Stage appeared at the same time. They formed a formation and attacked the blood-soaked, disheveled Cheng Qing. At the same time, several Sumeru Realm high-grade wolf hunters appeared from behind them. They were like the phantom images of clones as they attacked Li Muqi and Yang Ruoxi respectively.
"Little thief, are you still not going to die?!" The leader of the pack brandished his mace and chopped down. The strength of a peak Grade Nine martial artist erupted like a tidal wave. Several origin energy whirlpools gathered in front of the mace, bringing wind and water to Cheng Qing's head.
Cheng Qing's eyes remained calm as he raised his Heaven Lake Sword to block the mace. However, he had underestimated the strength of his opponent. This strike was as powerful as a mountain range, causing Cheng Qing to retreat three steps. This was an indication of the extraordinary purity of his opponent's Yuan Qi.
Without waiting for Cheng Qing to regain his footing, the other two ninth rank wolfwalkers simultaneously rushed to the side of the first wolfwalker. They simultaneously thrust their swords at Cheng Qing, blocking off all of his dodging positions. Their speed was extremely fast, Cheng Qing was forced to retreat, how could he compare to them? These two attacks were already unavoidable.
If he didn't dodge, Cheng Qing would die without a doubt.
These three werewolves had suppressed their strength to the peak of the ninth level. Regardless of their combat abilities or their foresight, they were all one level higher than the average ninth level wolfman. The three of them attacked at the same time because Cheng Qing was too powerful. They had no choice but to join hands and make up their minds to kill the chickens and use the ox-sabre.
In the face of such an attack, no ninth grade Xumi Stage cultivator was able to survive.
"Big brother!" Li Muhao cast a glance at Cheng Qing from the corner of his eyes, and immediately cried out in grief and horror.
"Cheng Qing!" Yang Ruoxi didn't care about the enemies in front of her. She threw herself at Li Ye and stretched out her hand, wanting to push Cheng Qing out of the range of the wolf.
But it was too late.
Cheng Qing's expression remained the same even as his sword closed in. He muttered, "Seven, 160 steps."
Killing the three ninth stage wolf-men in front of him had done seven of the ten missions, and there were only eighty steps left before the two hundred and forty steps were over.
Even if he kept consuming the Returning Energy Pill, Cheng Qing only had less than a third of his Essence left. Finally, he knew that he could no longer hide any trump cards, because the time to finally sprint had come.
Cheng Qing lowered his eyes, and stomped heavily on the ground to stabilize himself.
At the same time, two sword Qis sliced through his clothes, one above the other. One pierced his throat, the other struck the location of his Qi Sea in his lower abdomen.
The two wolfwalkers felt a surge of joy in their hearts at the same time.