Chapter 388: Committing suicide with a weird smile

Translator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu

"You want to notify them? Too late!" the petite figure said while gritting its teeth. It had already contacted its companions and four of the men guarding the entrance were rushing over here!

Soft Feather swung the butterfly-shaped sword in her hands and said gravely, "Senior Song, don't worry about me. Go notify them!"

Song Shuhang shook his head. "Since we've been discovered already, there is no need to do things covertly."

After saying this much, he opened his mouth and roared.

It was the roar of a lion...

Song Shuhang's voice was deafening and spread in all directions as he said, Enemy attack! Beware of the poisonous fog in the core area!

Song Shuhang's straightforward character was kicking up. Since he was going to shout, better to do it in the most direct and resounding way!

The voice echoed again and again...

The sound of the lion roar slowly faded away… all the people in the Chu Family must have heard it!

Now, they only needed to see how much the cultivators of the Chu Family would take to react.

Actually, Song Shuhang wasn't really relying on the disciples of the Chu Family to solve the situation. Their average strength was too low. On his way here, most of the cultivators he saw were of the First Stage, and only some of them were of the Second Stage.

Even if they came here all together, it would be very difficult to deal with those five men. Moreover, that strange fog was still surrounding the core area. How were the disciples of the Chu Family going to deal with it if they didn't have the Turtle Breathing Technique? Would they use gas masks?

Song Shuhang's real objective was to use that roar to alert the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group. However, he didn't know if they would hear his voice.

After all, there was a certain distance between the Chu Family and the Grievance Settling Platform...

"You b*tch! I'm going to kill you!" The petite figure didn't expect Song Shuhang to suddenly roar. It angrily jumped down from the pavilion, and two black needles emerged from its palms. The needles were imbued with monster qi and true qi; it wanted to kill Shuhang.

Soft Feather coldly snorted and took a step forward, blocking the path of the petite figure.

"Eat my sword!" Soft Feather shouted in a lovely voice. The butterfly-shaped sword in her hand thrust forward, and the sword light divided into ten streams that enveloped the petite figure.

Her swordsmanship was exquisite and the sword light was like a net, completely enveloping the petite figure and not letting it get away.

However, that petite figure didn't seem to intend to get away.

It directly dashed toward the net formed by Soft Feather's sword.

"Round Dance Chop!" In the next moment, it started rotating and countless needles suddenly emerged from its body, completely covered it. Since it was spinning, it changed into a ball of needles. After losing some of its needles, it was finally able to break through Soft Feather's net.

"No matter how strong your armor is, there are bound to be places that are not protected! I'll roll over you!" The petite figure sneered and started to roll faster and faster, heading toward Soft Feather.

While it was happily rolling… it didn't notice that Soft Feather was holding a talisman in her hands.

Then, just as it was about to bump into her, Soft Feather calmly stretched out her hand and pasted the paper talisman on its body.

As for that deathly rolling ball of needles… she completely ignored it and didn't even try to dodge.

The ball kept rolling as it bumped into Soft Feather's arm. However, it was completely blocked by a layer of pale golden light. The attack was unable to break through Soft Feather's defense.

At this time, the talisman was still attached to the creature's body.

"Boom!" Soft Feather lightly shouted.

"BOOM!!!"

Flames shot toward the sky, engulfing the ball of needles in the process and turning into a ball of fire.

"Aaaaaaah~" the petite figure cried out in pain.

Soon after, its cries kept getting weaker and weaker... until they disappeared.

After a few seconds, the petite figure was lying on the ground half-dead, completely charred black. It opened its eyes wide and stared at Soft Feather and Song Shuhang with an unwilling expression in its eyes.

"Dam… mit…" the petite figure said with the last bit of its strength.

The petite figure was like an average player that had continuously killed monsters to get experience, reaching the Third Stage Realm with much difficulty.

One day, it tried to kill another player of similar level… but unlike it, that player was very rich and loaded with money.

The other player needed only two ordinary attacks and a high-level item to destroy it.

Dammit! What was so good about rich players?! Well, surely their equipment!

"Were you able to determine its race?" Song Shuhang took a step forward and asked.

At the same time, he glanced at a not too far away place. After seeing that their companion was defeated, the four stout men howled again and again, speeding toward Shuhang and Soft Feather's position.

"I can't really tell its race… perhaps it's not a pure-blood