Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Chapter 870 Sword Emperor


As the wanderer and the upstart entered, more and more people came into Joyful Heaven.

Most of them were wealthy bounty hunters.

There were also small teams of mercenaries and some unidentified individuals.

These individuals looked ferocious and menacing.

As these people entered, the bar owner also appeared.

The bar owner was a plump woman in her forties, welcoming guests with a beaming smile.

The three Spider Girls accompanied Yang Fei, seemingly flirtatious yet not giving him any advantage.

These three sisters of Xiao Xuanya clearly did not trust Yang Fei, guarding against him like a thief, making Yang Fei chuckle helplessly.

The Spider Girl with the tattoo noticed Yang Fei looking at the bar owner and smiled.

"This woman's name is Flower Mother, she's Hart Shaman's mistress."

"But she's now working for the Blood-cloth Tower. When we make our move later, don't kill her."

Yang Fei took a deep breath.

The foundation of the Blood-cloth Tower was unexpectedly profound.

The power that Xiao Xuanya showcased in Huaxia was just the tip of the iceberg.

However, thinking about it, he was relieved.

The Blood-cloth Tower, like the Qing Gang and the Hongmen Sect, was one of the ancient Huaxia sects.

After the founding of the nation, the Blood-cloth Tower headquarters moved overseas and had developed over the years.

Thus, the strength of the Blood-cloth Tower was far beyond his imagination.

Yang Fei smiled wryly: "So, the information Xiao Xuanya received was also informed by this Flower Mother?"

The Spider Girl with the tattoo nodded, looking up and down at Yang Fei.

"I don't know what Sister Xuanya sees in you. You're not handsome and so stingy."

"Why would she fall in love with a man like you?"

Yang Fei snorted: "Miss, we should be honest."

"I am known as a pear blossom pressing on a crabapple flower, a pretty-faced young man, not just an empty reputation."

"Pah, shameless!"

The three girls all spat at Yang Fei but were amused by him.

At that moment, Yang Fei heard Fan Yi's voice in his earpiece.

"Instructor, the Sang Country Special Agents haven't appeared yet, what should we do?"

The situation was so complex that even the calm Fan Yi lost his composure.

Yang Fei lowered his voice and whispered into the communicator button.

"Don't worry, the Sang Country Special Agents will definitely appear."

"Once the Demon Emperor's men show up, lock onto them and, if necessary, shoot to kill!"

Fan Yi responded with an "Okay" and fell silent again.

In the bar, more and more flamboyantly dressed women were approaching the guests in the hall.

The flashy music began to play, and the colorful lights above flashed repeatedly.

Despite the simple equipment, the presence of so many seductive women created a decadent and glamorous atmosphere.

The wanderer occupied a large table alone, drinking one strong drink after another.

Although he drank so much, his eyes became clearer and brighter, showing no sign of drunkenness.

The upstart mingled among the many beauties, laughing and flirting, occasionally taking liberties and enjoying himself.

Yang Fei, accompanied by three beauties, stayed in a secluded corner without being disturbed.

At this moment, the bar door flickered, and a bald, shiny-headed guy walked in.

He chuckled and patted his big belly, with a large gold chain around his neck.

He looked like a comical figure, resembling Maitreya Buddha.

Sorcery King!

Seeing this person, Yang Fei's pupils shrank sharply, like pins.

Although the Sorcery King was only a Core Formation Expert, not the most powerful in the Demon Emperor's Five Kings.

But his Gu Insects could instantly kill any expert.

In the last bloody battle at the scrap metal storage yard,

the Sorcery King's disciples were all killed, and he escaped injured.

But Yang Fei did not dare to underestimate this guy.

In terms of lethality, this guy could even rival a Master of Gangjin.

The Sorcery King entered the bar, and two seductive women immediately cozied up to him.

Just the gold chain around his neck was enough to make people envious.

After he came in, he looked around.

When his gaze met the upstart's table, he nodded slightly.

Yang Fei's sharp eyes noticed the chaotic arrangement of bottles on the upstart's table.

Those bottles looked scattered but had a certain pattern.

At first glance, the scattered bottles formed a large "Z" on the long table.

Could this arrangement of bottles be a signal?

Holding two beauties, Yang Fei kept an eye on the Sorcery King.

He saw the Sorcery King find a seat, order a dozen beers,

and then open each one and place it on the table.

The seemingly random arrangement of bottles also formed a "Z," identical to the pattern on the upstart's table.

The upstart soon noticed the Sorcery King too, his small eyes narrowing and flickering with intent.

At that moment, Yang Fei was almost certain that the upstart had a problem.

Beside the upstart, a curly-haired, high-heeled woman clung to him.

She laughed uproariously at something he whispered, her eyes seductive, kissing him on the cheek.

At that moment, the wanderer stood up abruptly and kicked the table over.

He let out a loud cry: "Enough drinking, time to kill."

As he spoke, he tore off the long bundle from his back, and with a flick of his wrist, the straps binding it shattered.

A flash of cold light, and the wanderer held a dark, heavy longsword in his hand.

The sword was extremely heavy, its blade extraordinarily long, resembling a fire poker.

Yet this sword, in Yang Fei's eyes, was like the Sword of Heavenly Punishment.

Endless Sword Qi emanated from the sword.

Near the blade, faint electrical sparks crackled and exploded, caused by the sword's Gang Qi affecting the environment.

The wanderer swung his sword, howling, and kicked the table away, all in one fluid motion.

Then, his longsword transformed into a swimming dragon, charging straight at Yang Fei.

The Sorcery King's face showed a cruel smile, looking at Yang Fei as if he were already dead.

Strangely, the tortoise mirror in Yang Fei's body felt no danger.

But the three women beside him were already pale with fright.

The might of this sword exceeded human limits, like thunderous rage, making anyone who saw it feel their soul shatter.

Ah!

Before the three Blood-cloth Tower girls could react, the upstart let out a scream.

The upstart's huge head flew up, severed by the wanderer's sword.

Blood gushed from his neck cavity, spraying like a fountain, splashing the women around him.

The curly-haired, high-heeled woman was terrified, diving under the table with the other women.

With one sword, the wanderer killed the upstart, and with a twist of his blade, it shot towards the Sorcery King like Hou Yi Shooting the Sun.

The Sorcery King's face turned ghastly, flipping the table and retreating hastily.

"You... You're not the Sword Emperor?"

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