Douluo Continent: A hundred years pass in an instant, the fleeting scenery of the world is like morn

Soon, the man in gray and the cook caught up with them.

But the wild grass swayed in the night wind, and the moonlight had been swallowed by the clouds, obscuring their view.

The man in gray stood at the edge of the open field, his gaze sweeping across the vast sea of ​​grass before him. He scoffed dismissively, "Trying to escape by hiding in the grass at night?"

He shook his head: "Ridiculous."

As he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, and light exploded beneath his feet.

White, yellow, yellow, yellow—four spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

At the same time, a crimson light emerged from behind him, twisting and expanding until it finally condensed into a semi-transparent ghostly figure.

The ghostly figure had no facial features, only a blurry humanoid outline, and its body exuded a nauseating stench, as if something had been rotting in a damp corner for a long time and had been forcibly dug out.

The man in gray raised his head, and a full smile finally bloomed on his face, which was half-lit and half-shadowed by the ghostly figure.

He opened his arms as if embracing the night, his voice drawn out and soft: "Hehehe... Stop hiding, come out~"

"I promise, I'll only take your money, I won't kill you."

The last syllable hadn't even finished fading.

"careful--"

The chef's eyes suddenly narrowed, and his pupils shrank in that instant.

As he shouted, his body instinctively dodged to the side.

The man in gray also moved.

Unfortunately, he heard the chef's warning, but his body couldn't react in time.

Or rather, the blue light was too fast, so fast that he only had time to slightly turn his body to the side.

"laugh--"

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

"ah--!!!"

The screams of the gray-clad man ripped through the night sky.

At the same time, a piece of cartilage and torn skin somersaulted in mid-air.

He clutched his left ear in agony, sticky blood trickling from between his fingers, dripping down his wrist and forearm, and finally falling to the ground.

How could this be! That bitch! How dare they!

The chef's eyes were fixed on the patch of weeds, and he took a half step back, forming a pincer movement with the man in gray.

He raised his right hand, and a flash of light appeared in his palm, revealing a strangely shaped kitchen knife.

At the same time, four spirit rings rose from beneath his feet—white, yellow, yellow, and purple.

Millennium Soul Ring!

In this remote little town, such a configuration of spirit rings is already considered quite good.

He twirled the cleaver in his hand, the blade pointing deep into the grass, the dark red gemstone gleaming faintly, as if sniffing out the scent of its prey.

"You bitch—"

By this time, the man in gray had regained his senses. His voice was distorted with immense pain and rage: "I'll make you wish you were dead!"

"Fourth Soul Skill - Ghostly Aura Tide!"

"Go to hell!"

The moment he finished speaking, the semi-transparent ghostly figure behind him suddenly expanded.

Crimson fog erupted from the ghostly figure, surging and roaring as it spread in all directions.

With just one glance, Chen Jingheng realized that it was no ordinary fog.

The thick fog contained many distorted facial outlines, with blurry features appearing and disappearing in the mist.

What the hell is this thing?!

Just as he was lost in thought, the thick fog began to gather.

All the crimson mist contracted, compressed, and compressed again towards the center in a short span of time, until it condensed into a nearly solid red sphere.

Upon seeing this, Chen Jingheng quickly came to his senses, stood up, and leaped backward.

And in that very instant—

"boom--!"

The sphere exploded.

A violent shockwave swept towards the direction of the wild grass.

Wherever the shockwave passed, the weeds snapped at the roots, and grass clippings and soil were thrown into the air by the force of the impact.

But that's not the most dangerous part.

The chef's eyes lit up the instant Chen Jingheng dodged the attack.

He was waiting for the moment when that kid would have no choice but to reveal his location.

"Found it."

"Second Soul Skill - Chaotic Blade Slash".

The chef brandished the cleaver in his hand, and suddenly the blade burst forth with a dazzling dark red light.

In the light, two illusory kitchen knives formed from soul power appeared beside him, pointing in Chen Jingheng's direction.

But upon closer inspection, the energy flowing across the blade is not pure soul power, but a dark, deep red.

The color was exactly the same as the scarlet energy in the gray-clothed man's ghostly aura, like sewage flowing from the same sewer, exuding the same nauseating smell.

next moment--

Two illusory images of kitchen knives shot out simultaneously, spinning like two high-speed winches, one on the left and one on the right, aiming to block Chen Jingheng.

What's worse, the angles of those two knives were extremely tricky, precisely targeting Chen Jingheng's neck and abdomen, two vital points.

Thinking of this, Chen Jingheng suddenly spun around in the air.

Two cleavers flew past him, their shadowy forms grazing his body, the force of the wind also severing a few strands of his hair.

escaped.

But the man in gray did not give him a chance to catch his breath.

"The second soul skill—Ghost Claw!"

"Kid, it's over!"

The ghostly figure's arm suddenly stretched out, its five fingers spread wide, and its nails grew into five black bone spurs, reaching out towards Chen Jingheng.

As soon as Chen Jingheng landed, the ghostly claw was already on his head.

He rolled to the side with a sudden movement, barely managing to land on the ground with the ghostly claws grazing his shoulder, leaving five deep holes in the ground with a "plop".

Seeing that he had dodged the attack, Chen Jingheng quickly stood up, his chest heaving violently.

His gaze shifted from the man in gray to the chef, and then back again.

Damn it, two Soul Masters, not Soul Kings, they really think he's an easy target.

"Do you really think I'm made of clay?"

Thinking of this, the young man held the Qingfeng Sword horizontally in front of him, and with two fingers of his left hand together, slowly stroked the blade.

In an instant, the blade emitted a faint hum under the fingertips, and a bluish light shone from the blade.

Since the start of their encounter, Chen Jingheng has been observing the two men's teamwork and analyzing their combat strength.

Judging from the current situation, that disgusting guy is slightly weaker, but judging from his soul skills, if you get hit, it should have a control effect.

The one with the kitchen knife was stronger, but he was very cautious in his attacks. Every attack was a test, as if he was waiting for that disgusting ghost to deplete his soul power first.

However, it seems that the disgusting guy has lost his mind after having his ears cut off, and all he wants to do is kill him.

However, the more anxious you are, the bigger the flaws will be, which is also an opportunity.

As long as he can get past that guy, even if he can't defeat the one with the kitchen knife, he's confident he can take Lord Xingning away from here.

Thinking of this, Chen Jingheng withdrew his gaze and focused all his attention on the sword.