Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 1981 - 1971: Nangong Bing’s Life-and-Death Showdown

Bop!"Ah..."

Beiming Yu was also blasted away by Taihuang Demon and Shen Wuheng.

Fortunately, Jia Zhenjing caught him. Otherwise, he would have been suppressed to death by Shen Wuheng’s Immortal Suppressing Tripod.

At this moment, all the people from the Holy Hall and Beiming Family were gathered on the platform one meter above the ground.

Everyone leaned on each other.

"Mother!"

"Mother!"

Everyone, including Tangtang, Beiming Lan, Beiming Huang, and others gathered together. Apart from these main characters who were still alive, all the cultivators in Beiming Mansion perished. Only some key figures remained.

"Damn it, don’t you dare die so easily. I can’t manage without you!"

Jia Zhenjing dragged Nangong Shui, gritting his teeth, toward the platform.

Beiming Yu was filled with both sorrow and anger, but couldn’t fight anymore. Everyone moved towards the platform.

The two Titan bears were also severely injured.

Dragging their huge heavy bodies slowly to the front of the platform.

Whizz whizz whizz...

Shen Wuheng, Yao Chenfeng, Yao Qingjiao, Taihuang Demon, Great Wilderness Saint Master, Nine Heavens Master, Qingchi Saintess, Beihai God King: Xu Wu, Zhoushan Ghost King Mo Xiangxi, War God Sect Zhan Wutian... and other Eastern Kings and renowned warriors personally arrived.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Outside Beiming Mansion, those cultivators locked in an unresolved battle with Qishi Mansion of the Beiming Family also gathered.

Beiming Mansion was completely breached and fell. Dead were dead, injured were injured. Less than a hundred people remained, all trapped on the platform, in a despondent state.

Yet, everyone’s faces were filled with immense smiles. Even in death, they felt it was worth it. Together with so many others, what more could they wish for?

"Fu Mo... Fu Mo... Fu Mo..."

Thousands shouted Fu Mo, flooding the depths of Beiming Mansion, surrounding all the Holy Hall and Beiming people on the one-meter-high platform.

The thousand’s hideous faces were utterly disgusting to see.

Many Eastern Kings and supreme warriors stood on the ground before the platform. They gazed at the platform with a look of pity and sympathy, overlooking the lives below.

Now, on the platform.

Nangong Bing’s bloodied white clothes were in tatters, becoming a garment of blood. The strong wind blew her white clothes with a resounding rustle.

The many Eastern Kings didn’t speak, nodding in agreement, then took turns battling Nangong Bing.

Until the fifth Eastern King struck; Nangong Bing was defeated.

Using the Heartless Sword to support herself, her face was white as paper. Clenching her teeth, she tried to stand strong. But all her primordial energy within was almost depleted.

Moreover, even if she fought to her death, could she truly save so many lives?

"Miss Nangong, that’s enough. You don’t need to think about us anymore; leave. After you leave, tell Lin the kid—today’s resentment, hopefully, he can avenge for us."

Jia Zhenjing sat cross-legged on the platform; the eyes of everyone behind him were surprisingly calm.

No joy nor fear.

But Nangong Bing was extraordinarily stubborn. She simply refused to leave.

Everyone’s eyes were filled with hope, longing for Lin Zifeng. How they wished Nangong Bing could hold out until Lin Zifeng returned.

"Since I am part of the Holy Hall, I will not abandon you and leave alone. Even if I could leave alive, my heart wouldn’t be at peace. Come! You so-called righteous people under the Fu Mo banner, all of you come forward. Even if it means death, today I, Nangong Bing, will drag several famed Eastern Kings down with me!"

Talking of dragging them down, Nangong Bing’s desire to kill intensifies. Through these days of life-and-death battles, her demon nature was completely forced out by this bunch.

If it weren’t for the relentless pressure from these people, would Nangong Bing have chosen this path of no return? Who is born as a demon? Who is born as a demon?

"Demon, we’ve already given you a chance. Yet, you stubbornly refuse to repent. Have you ever thought about those behind you? They are innocent, yet, they are all involved because of you. Because of you, this demon, the Holy Hall and Beiming are facing annihilation. Are you worthy of them? You alone become a demon, requiring so many sacrifices. You are destined to be a demon, even if you have not bloodied your hands, people die because of you!"

Shen Wuheng, the troublemaker, was most loathed. All the top brass at the Holy Hall hated Shen Wuheng to death. Why wouldn’t this scoundrel just die?

This person is insidious, ruthless, and his tongue is sharp.

"Shen Wuheng, you bastard. Fight if you want to fight. I am ready to accompany you at any time. Honestly, at this point, you still act as a troublemaker, how can you call yourself an Eastern King? You’re nothing but an Eastern insect. Come, if you got courage, put down your Immortal Suppressing Tripod and fight me one-on-one. I refuse to believe I can’t kill you!"

The crowd heard.

They could discern that Shen Wuheng intentionally provoked Nangong Bing. Jia Zhenjing cursed in anger, extremely displeased.

He stood trembling, mustering his elemental power, struggling to stand. Clenching fists, ready to battle Shen Wuheng.

"With just you?" Shen Wuheng sneered.

He slowly raised his right palm, in which the Immortal Suppressing Tripod floated. The tripod emitted intense primordial energy waves, like an ancient divine weapon.

"Shen, you idiot. Don’t think I don’t know what wickedness lurks in your belly. Even if you stick up your butt, I can tell what big fart you’re about to release. Come! Drop your Immortal Suppressing Tripod and fight me one-on-one. I refuse to believe I can’t kill you!"

"Go to hell!"

Before thousands, Shen Wuheng was finally enraged. He rapidly extended his hand, driving the Immortal Suppressing Tripod towards Jia Zhenjing.

"Swoosh!" Nangong Bing’s eyes gleamed sharply; her speed was not weak. She arrived swiftly with gale force, fiercely slashing the Heartless Sword down. It landed on the Immortal Suppressing Tripod with a huge bang, and the tripod trembled.

Shen Wuheng glared angrily. He abandoned thoughts of killing Jia Zhenjing, focusing all attention on Nangong Bing. Once Nangong Bing died, the rest posed no threat.

Qing Fu was dead, Liu Jiuhuang was injured. The remaining were severely injured. Without sufficient time to recuperate, it’s impossible to unleash their maximum power.

"Eek!"

The moment the Heartless Sword slashed, a series of demon patterns, manipulated by her, shot at Shen Wuheng with immense life force.

"Suppress!"

Shen Wuheng soared up, using the barrier domain to protect himself.

"I’ll help you," Beihai God King Xu Wu jumped in. Two against one!

"I’ll help too!"

With sharp eyes, Taihuang Demon spoke loudly, his voice piercing through Beiming Mansion.

"Boom!"

The Immortal Suppressing Tripod struck Nangong Bing, making her fall, kneeling on one knee. Surrounded by strong foes, she had done her utmost. Lin, I might not hold out until you return. Thinking of this, Nangong Bing felt another pang of sadness.

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