Chapter 80 - 69. Vermilion Bird Demon Armor

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In Chapter 80 of "I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch": Mu Qingtong crushed the Jupiter Flower into a glass bottle, where it dissolved into the... Discover the next events!

Mu Qingtong crushed the Jupiter Flower into a glass bottle, where it dissolved into the fiery red liquid; in an instant, strands of shattered golden stars surfaced and floated upwards. She placed the glass bottle under the Blood Moon and nodded, "It will take another 50 seconds to fully integrate." "50 seconds, that should be enough..." Xia Feng looked towards the depths of the forest and said solemnly, "Our pursuers have arrived." Mu Qingtong put away the Promotion Potion Bottle; eight figures instantly appeared under the Blood Moon, each holding a blood-colored scythe, their black robes fluttering. "Both of you, what’s this? Giving up the struggle and not running anymore?" the eight figures said teasingly. "A dog chases me, and the more I run, the happier it gets." Xia Feng slowly drew his long sword, a light smile on his face. "Instead of that, it’s easier to just kill the dog." "....." "Foolish boy, being quick-witted is useless," the eight figures commented coldly, swinging the scythe. Blood Shadow instantly moved behind Xia Feng, grinning, "Time to send you on your way!" A prick on the back of Xia Feng’s neck was his Combat Premonition warning him; whoosh—his head tilted instantaneously as the large scythe swept past his scalp, a strong scent of blood hitting his face. Two-tails activated! Two faint golden, fluffy, and elongated tails appeared, their tips releasing sharp blasts of Spiritual Pressure. Xia Feng’s figure rocketed away like a missile. Searᴄh the nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. However, the eight figures’ speed was surprisingly fast, leaving a spiral burn mark on the grass; his figure had already flashed above Xia Feng’s head, his foot stomping down hard. The two tails spread out in front of his forehead to form a defensive light net, but it still could not withstand the powerful stomp of the eight figures, whooshing downwards toward the ground—bam!! The ground cracked, and as the dust settled, the eight figures were surprised to find that Xia Feng was completely uninjured. Instead, he was crouching with his sword, suddenly releasing the stored energy. Electrical snakes wrapped around his feet and, like a spring loaded with a terrifying wave of blood, he shot into the sky! "What—" the eight figures pupils dilated, hastily raising his arm to command coldly, "Shield!" Bam!!! Xia Feng’s large sword struck a dark green shield-like light screen; layers of blood waves washed over each other during the clash, exploding into a sky-high brilliance. The eight figures frowned slightly and swiftly stepped back hundreds of meters. "Is this the power that a D-class Spiritual Clothes Triple Waves should have?" he muttered, pressing his trembling arm in confusion. What puzzled him more was that Xia Feng’s electrically charged steps seemed to be from a C-class Spiritual Clothes?! How could a Little Spirit Master who had just reached First Rank possess a C-class Spiritual Clothes?! And be so proficient in it! Suddenly recalling that Prince had mentioned Xia Feng was a genius and needed to be dealt with carefully, the eight figures hadn’t taken it seriously at the time, but now it seemed he wasn’t wrong; this kid was an anomaly! With this realization, the eight figures couldn’t help but laugh relievedly, thankful that they hadn’t allowed this kid to grow up. "Kid, you’re quite interesting~" The eight figures beckoned Xia Feng with a hooked finger, "Come, let me see what extent you can—" Mid-sentence, his expression changed abruptly, swinging his scythe backward, hum— A woman in a black dress, her snow-white hair wildly blowing backwards, stood calmly with her long sword continuously releasing blood waves, turning into sharp wind blades heading straight for him. Crack, crack— The attack was so sudden that he couldn’t defend in time; his mask began to shatter piece by piece, exposing his pale chin, blood dripping from the corner of his lips. Damn it, how could this woman also know Triple Waves! The eight figures flew backward, forming seals in midair while shouting, "Ghost Wood Touch!" His body was instantly covered with a layer of dark green Spiritual Clothes; countless brown-green branches burst from his hands, writhing in the air like octopus tentacles, spreading in all directions, and easily blocking the blood wave assault. The man in white clothes and the woman in a black dress stood at opposite ends of the battlefield; they looked at each other and nodded, then quickly formed seals with their hands, "Heaven’s Cloth Rain." Instantly, the sky darkened with overcast clouds, and large raindrops pattered down heavily. "Thunder Burst!" As the men and women cried out simultaneously, the remnants of the electrical currents in the air rapidly exploded and split, repeating the process until within moments, large clusters of electric serpents were seen slithering around. The wooden tendrils that surged towards the duo showed signs of charring, continuously sparking and burning as they fell. "Thunder Sky Step." In the torrential rain, two figures, one clad in black and the other in white, turned into blurs of black and white lightning, constantly navigating through the defense network of Ghost Wood, reaching the left and right sides of their eight-faced adversary in just a few moments. Suspended in mid-air, the black and white figures looked down, causing the eight-faced man’s pupils to shrink—what was going on with these two? One monster was enough, but now there were two! Amid his shock and confusion, he made no move to defend himself; instead, the corners of his mouth slowly curled upwards, and his twin blood-red sabers crossed like giant shears of a guillotine— His neck sprayed blood like a fountain, and his smiling head flew into the air. Under the pouring rain, the figures in the black skirt and white clothing flicked the blood from their blades, simultaneously turning to look at the headless corpse kneeling on the ground. "There’s something off about him," Mu Qingtong said softly. Xia Feng nodded, "A Second Order Spirit Master, and an ’Evil,’ too easy to die indeed." "Hehe~ You two are truly geniuses to have noticed that." A light laughter emanated from the belly of the headless corpse; a wrinkled little hand emerged and slowly a small old man, about 1.2 meters tall, crawled out. The body on the ground and the head suddenly disintegrated, transforming into wisps of Spiritual Light that ascended into the sky. "It seems the old man is the real body; this outer shell must be Spiritual Clothes or a transformed Spiritual Artifact," Xia Feng speculated thoughtfully. [Touching target Spiritual Artifact, copying in progress——] [Target: Vermilion Bird Demon Armor] [Copy successful!] [Copy slots have reached the limit, do you wish to replace the current Spiritual Artifact "Forest Wand"?] As the Spiritual Light faded, the old man twisted his neck, and his Spiritual Pressure began climbing. Grinning, he looked towards the duo: "I didn’t want to use the Spiritual Artifact, but unfortunately, you’ve angered me!" The old man’s Spiritual Pressure surged like waves, creating a gale. Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong frowned and stepped back, as the surrounding woods rustled ominously. Quickly, to the astonishment of both, his Spiritual Pressure broke through the peak of the Second Order, reaching the level of a Third Rank Spirit Master. "Breaking through during combat?" Xia Feng blinked in surprise, narrowing his black eyes, "No, that’s not it. Is this his Spiritual Artifact’s ability? His Spiritual Artifact can temporarily elevate someone’s rank?" Thinking of this, Xia Feng was overjoyed. What an extraordinary Spiritual Artifact! Every rank advancement provided him with an additional copy slot. For instance, ascending to the Second Order allowed him two copy slots, but that was still too few. However, if he could temporarily break through to the Third Order during battle, that would grant him an extra copy slot, giving him more possibilities for maneuvering! "It’s regrettable, although you two are First Rank Spirit Masters, able to kill a Second Order, against a Third Rank Spirit Master’s Spiritual Pressure Field, you probably can’t even get close." The palpable ring of Spiritual Pressure expanded from the old man, forming a transparent domain with a radius of three meters around him. "Kid, capable of copying, aren’t you? You might as well try~" The old man grinned ominously. Before his afterimage vanished, his real body had already appeared behind Xia Feng, his gaze indifferent and murderous intent emerging.

Chapter 80 - 69. Vermilion Bird Demon Armor

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