To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

Chapter 26 Reward Order Eighty-Two: Han Dong

In the Frost Moon Altar, there will be no fights between the monks in the six realms of Wheel-Nurturing.

Although Moon Ning Bingzhi is precious, monks at that level will never risk their lives to grab it.

As for the Seventh Wheel-Nurturing Realm, Kong Jiao heard from Feng An that it was already the Wheel-Nurturing Realm Late Stage, and the reward of the Moon Ningbingzhi in the Frost Moon Altar was not worth it at all.

Therefore, there should be no monks of the seventh level of Wheel-Nurturing in the Frost Moon Altar.

But now standing on the snow, Kong Jiao looked at the direction where the sword energy disappeared just now, and he could truly feel that the momentum in that bloody sword light was definitely more than the Sixth Level of Wheel-Nurturing.

After all, he had fought against people from the Sixth Realm of Wheel-Nurturing.

The power of the sword light now far exceeds the sixth level of Wheel-Nurturing.

"It is definitely the seventh level of Wheel-Nurturing, it will only be high, not low!" he said with certainty.

The sudden appearance of the seven realms of Wheel-Nurturing made Kong Jiao feel inexplicably uneasy.

Especially the sword light was so Anomaly that just looking at it made him feel irritable.

"Go and take a look?" Kong Jiao looked at the place where the sword energy dissipated, with hesitation on his face.

He now has two choices, either to retreat today and look for opportunities tomorrow.

Or go and see what's going on over there now.

In the end, Kong Jiao chose the latter.

"A person from the Seventh Level of Wheel-Nurturing suddenly appears. You have to find out why he is here. The appearance of a master of this level is enough to stir up the entire Frost Moon Altar."

"If you have bad intentions, you have to make plans in advance."

Kong Jiao was thinking so, and took another step forward, this time even more cautiously.

He was walking almost against the dark edge of the canyon.

Breathing was kept to a minimum.

After about ten breaths, he finally reached the edge of the battle.

The snow in that area was shaken out of a vacuum by the spiritual energy fluctuations of the battle, exposing the bare ground.

Kong Jiao was lying on the edge of the area, crawling, and finally stopped behind a rock wall, with only one eye exposed to look at the area.

He saw three people.

One person had fallen into a pool of blood, his life or death unknown.

The other person seemed to be the companion of the guy who didn't know life or death.

His condition was not optimistic either. His body was covered in blood and he was half-kneeling on the ground.

He was also held to his chest with a sword.

Although it was dark night, the surrounding snow could reflect little of the moonlight, barely allowing Kong Jiao to see clearly the face of the kneeling man.

"Zheng Gang!" Kong Jiao's expression changed slightly, and he called out his name in his heart.

There was no way he could have expected it.

The person who will fight against the Seventh Realm of Wheel-Nurturing will be the leader of the Ashen Parasol Sect this time, Zheng Gang, who has the highest level of cultivation among the twelve people.

He also didn't think that Zheng Gang had the guts to provoke a master of the Seventh Level of Wheel-Nurturing.

There must be a reason.

He was thinking a lot.

The man who knocked Zheng Gang down and killed his companions spoke.

His voice was not loud, and in the quiet environment, it reached Kong Jiao's ears clearly.

"Are you from Ashen Parasol Sect? How many people are here from your sect?" The man's voice was indifferent, as if he had no emotion.

But his back was turned to Kong Jiao, so he couldn't see his appearance clearly. All he could see was that he was dressed in blood, with his long hair draped over his shoulders and neatly combed.

"Han Dong, No. 82 on the Ashen Parasol Sect Law Enforcement Hall's bounty list." Zheng Gang did not answer the question he asked, but shouted sternly: "I don't know how many people in our sect are thinking about your head!" How dare you come to Shuangyue Altar!"

"Alas!" The man named Han Dong sighed, and Youyou responded: "Obviously it's me asking you again."

As the voice fell, Kong Jiao's eyes narrowed slightly. He saw Han Dong's sword thrust into Zheng Gang's chest unhurriedly.

Zheng Gang suddenly had a ferocious expression on his face, and all the veins on his face popped out, as if he had suffered indescribable pain.

In the end, the pain broke through the limit of what he could endure, and he finally couldn't help but let out a shrill wail.

"kill me!"

Han Dong leaned down and looked at Zheng Gang, as if he was comforting an adult who made a mistake: "Want to die? Then you have to answer my question!"

"Ten...eleven! Ahhh!"

Zheng Gang's facial features were twisted in pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were so wide that they almost squeezed out of their sockets.

Finally, Han Dong raised his sword.

Starting from Zheng Gang's chest, the sword marks split open his entire head. Blood spilled on the spot, and the screams stopped abruptly.

A master of Level 6 Wheel-Nurturing was quickly and neatly killed by Han Dong without any delay.

"It's like killing a chicken!" Kong Jiao, who was watching this scene, was sweating coldly and didn't dare to breathe.

To be honest, he regretted coming to join in the fun. He couldn't even guarantee whether he would be discovered by Han Dong when he retreated.

This is a murderer on the Law Enforcement Hall's bounty list. To be on the bounty list, every one of them has a blood debt, and there is no fuel-efficient lamp.

Suddenly, the situation on the court changed.

Kong Jiao's eyes dazzled.

I saw a brilliant brilliance rising into the sky from the hands of the dead Zheng Gang's corpse.

The colors of gold and silver illuminate the entire canyon like daylight.

The brilliance transmigrated the clouds, climbed to the clear sky where even the dark clouds could not reach, and finally exploded.

Bang!

A gold and silver firework blooms like a lotus.

"Ashen Parasol Sect's communication fireworks!" Han Dong looked up at the exploding fireworks with a calm expression.

"Looks like we need to move faster."

"Eleven people from Ashen Parasol Sect, thirteen people from Tempering Gold Sect, ten people from Mo Sheng Sect..."

As he spoke, Han Dong coldly sheathed his sword.

His gaze shifted to Han Dong's feet. Zheng Gang, who had been killed by him, and the bodies of his short and thin companion, turned into mummies at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was dozens of feet away from Han Dong.

Kong Jiao ran wildly, and just now in the hands of Zheng Gang's corpse, fireworks exploded.

He used the sound and light of the communication fireworks to cover up and escaped quickly.

At the same time, he was secretly glad that if the fireworks hadn't taken off, he would have been noticed by the guy named Han Dong.

From Feng An's performance, we can see how terrifying this person named Han Dong is.

"He is the person on the reward list of the Law Enforcement Hall! He is ranked eighty-two. He is already so vicious at only eighty-two. What kind of virtue does a person in the top ten have to have!"

As Kong Jiao ran, he recalled the information he had just overheard in his mind.

Cold sweat continued to flow from his forehead.

Han Dong obviously came with bad intentions, and specifically asked Ashen Parasol Sect how many people came to Frost Moon Altar.

Is this to kill them all?

Kong Jiao doesn't care about opportunities.

He just wanted to return to the cave immediately, greet Zhou Tingyu and Feng An, and escape quickly.

He had a premonition that the Frost Moon Altar would be filled with blood tonight.

In the dark night, Kong Jiao quickly approached the cave where they usually hide.

There was fire shining out of the cave.

With the help of the bonfire's light, Kong Jiao saw the figures of Zhou Tingyu and Feng An from a distance, standing at the entrance of the cave.

They must have heard the sound of the signaling fireworks, and just came out to check the situation and looked at the entrance of the cave.

At the same time he saw the two of them, they also happened to see Kong Jiao fleeing back in embarrassment.

Feng An only heard the sound of fireworks. When he came out, the fireworks had dispersed, so he asked Kong Jiao, who was walking towards him, "What happened over there just now, Junior Brother Kong? Why are you in such a mess?"

Although he was asking questions, there was still a look of horror on Kong Jiao's face, and Feng An's old face still showed a little uneasiness.

He knew how strong Kong Jiao was and what could make him so moved.

Zhou Tingyu doesn't have as much thought as Feng An.

He didn't feel the solemn atmosphere. He just stretched his neck curiously and asked, "Is there a fight over there? We just heard a loud noise."

"Huh!" Kong Jiao breathed out and recounted everything he saw in as brief a manner as possible.

"Zheng Gang is dead, and it was Han Dong who killed him."

"The noise just now was our sect's signaling fireworks. We have to get out of here quickly."

These two simple sentences made Feng An and Zhou Tingyu's expressions change wildly.

"Senior brother Zheng Gang is dead?" Zhou Tingyu was obviously more concerned about the life and death of their leader this time.

As for Han Dong's name, she probably had never heard of it.

Feng An, on the other hand, was so frightened by the word "Han Dong" that Kong Jiao could see his rickety body visibly trembling twice. His old face, which had regained some rosiness due to taking a lot of blood-enhancing drugs, immediately turned pale.

This old guy dared to risk his life to fight Jiang Xingtian. Now Han Dong's name alone scared him so much that he couldn't even muster the courage to resist.

(End of chapter)