Chapter 235: Chapter 235

Two young men clad in animal hides flew from the sky, each with a wolf head totem imprinted on their foreheads.

"Young master, your subordinate is here to assist you."

One of them, wielding a bow and arrow, fired an arrow at Zhao Letian, the arrow's power immense, far surpassing the force of Zhao Letian's Multiple Shots.

"Daring to provoke the young master of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe, you're seeking death."

The other, brandishing a curved sword, swooped down and slashed at Zhao Letian.

"Haha, good timing! Let's kill this kid together."

Ao Tian's eyes gleamed with delight as he turned around, retrieved a two-star Spiritual Artifact curved sword from his storage ring, and wielding Xuan-level Initial Stage Martial Technique, encircled Zhao Letian to attack.

"Hmph, Chasing Wind Steps, Daluo Palm Seal, Flowing Cloud Sword Technique."

Zhao Letian snorted coldly, first displaying the Body Technique and First Layer Wind Force to dodge the incoming arrow, then flicked his hand to cast a golden Swastika Palm Seal at the youth diving from above, and finally swung his sword at the attacking Ao Tian.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

After a series of explosions, Zhao Letian repelled Ao Tian with a sword strike, but at the same time, his Daluo Palm Seal was shattered by the diving youth with a slash, eventually, the opponent's curved sword struck his Level-three armor. Although it didn't break through the armor, the formidable force from the curved sword blasted him back, his insides roiling tremendously.

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Zhao Letian's gaze sharpened, warily observing the two who suddenly attacked.

These two, though only subordinates of Ao Tian, were no ordinary Martial Artists, their talents and strength were exceptional, indeed formidable opponents.

"Zhao Zilong, you are alone, while we are three. No matter how strong your talent is, you will undoubtedly die today. Kill."

Ao Tian sneered coldly, very pleased with himself, as he once again swung his sword at Zhao Letian.

At the same time, the two youths also acted against Zhao Letian.

Zhao Letian made a quick decision, sweeping out a powerful sword aura towards the trio, while employing Body Technique and First Layer Wind Force, unhesitatingly escaping to the distance.

His strength was only just enough to kill Ao Tian, and with these two formidable youths added, he stood no chance and had no choice but to leave.

"Can you escape? Block him for me."

Ao Tian spoke coldly, having been pursued by Zhao Letian for a while, he was filled with fury, eager for vengeance against Zhao Letian.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the youth holding the bow launched an arrow into the distant sky which, surprisingly, was followed by a rain of fiery arrows filling the skies, trying to completely block Zhao Letian's escape.

Zhao Letian frowned and let out a cold snort, rapidly dodging using the Body Technique while swinging his sword to clear the incoming fiery arrows.

Meanwhile, Ao Tian and the other youth wielding a curved sword seized the opportunity to chase after him, their eyes cold and flickering with a brutal intent to kill, both swinging their swords at Zhao Letian.

"Daluo Palm, Flowing Cloud Sword."

In the face of danger, Zhao Letian remained composed; one hand cast a golden Swastika Palm Seal at Ao Tian while the other swung the sword at the youth with the curved sword.

This time, Zhao Letian's single sword strike sent the curved sword-wielding youth flying back, spitting blood, while he himself sustained a slash from Ao Tian, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, since Ao Tian, who possessed a two-star Spiritual Artifact, had his attack power considerably weakened, Zhao Letian didn't suffer severe injuries.

Without waiting for the opponent to attack again, Zhao Letian immediately dashed forward, slashing his sword at the young man wielding a scimitar who had just risen from the ground.

To break the numerical advantage of the enemy, he must focus his strength and kill one of them first.

The youth holding a bow and arrow, noticing Zhao Letian's intent, immediately shot an arrow at Zhao Letian.

Zhao Letian roared angrily, his eyes showing impatience, and with a backhanded slash, he sent forth a mighty sword glow that blew away the incoming arrow, and the sword glow continued unabated toward the youth with the bow.

However, taking advantage of this, the youth with the scimitar swiftly dodged to the side, distancing himself from Zhao Letian and watching him warily.

At the same time, the youth with the bow hastily shot another arrow, shattering Zhao Letian's incoming sword radiance.

"Stop resisting, you won't escape today."

At this moment, Ao Tian behind them smirked coldly and slashed with his blade once more.

These two subordinates, carefully selected from the Heavenly Wolf Tribe, were both highly talented and experienced in battle. The three together left no chance for Zhao Letian to turn the tables.

"Three against one? Tsk tsk, the young master of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe sure has a lot of courage."

Just then, a voice filled with scorn sounded.

Startled, Ao Tian quickly ceased his attack and looked towards the source of the voice.

Zhao Letian also curiously looked over.

They saw a figure dressed in black, carrying a black iron rod on his shoulder, looking imposing and menacing.

Both Ao Tian and Zhao Letian recognized the newcomer; it was none other than Murong Zhan, the fourth-ranked son of King Wen.

"Murong Zhan, this has nothing to do with you. You'd best not interfere. Although you are from the Royal Family, my Heavenly Wolf Tribe is not to be trifled with. Leave immediately, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Ao Tian spoke gravely, knowing the significance of Murong Zhan's status, he dared not strike directly and could only threaten first.

"Threaten me? You think I grew up being frightened? I've always hated bullies, Brother Zilong. Let me handle this rabid dog; you take care of the other two."

With a cold laugh and a disdainful tone, Murong Zhan swung his iron rod fiercely at Ao Tian.

Zhao Letian's heart leapt with joy, and he nodded. Immediately wielding his three-star Longsword, he struck at the youth with the scimitar, who had already been wounded, the easiest to kill.

In the next instant, with a flash of the sword light, before the youth with the scimitar could react, Zhao Letian swiftly thrust his sword through his throat, killing him on the spot.

The youth with the bow, distracted by Murong Zhan's sudden arrival and thus failing to assist his companion in time, couldn't help but show a look of frustration in his eyes.

"It's your turn, die."

Zhao Letian gestured grandly, collected the spoils of war, and then with a cold gaze, looked at the youth with the bow. Employing his Body Technique and First Layer Wind Force, he instantly closed in, and with another flash of sword light, he delivered a deadly thrust through the throat.