I Have A Bunch Of Saint Apprentices

After a brief moment of stupefaction, Heifeng made the first rude move towards Shen Jun.    

He reached out his hand and pushed Shen Jun to the back, shouting loudly,    

"Young Lord! Your subordinate is unable to comply!"    

"When we return to the Shen Royal Sect, you can punish me however you want."    

"But now, please do your best to protect yourself!"    

Heifeng spoke righteously, his tone extremely forceful.    

He knew very well that the current Shen Royal Sect only had one core.    

That was Shen Jun!    

The reason why he was still alive in the modern world was all because of Shen Jun.    

Previously, so many people were able to revive endlessly was all because of the power of Young Lord Shen Jun.    

If Young Lord Shen Jun died, the Wasteland Small World would also collapse along with him.    

As for the people who were able to revive because of Shen Jun, they naturally could not escape the fate of returning to dust and returning to earth.    

If he died, even if he could not revive, the Shen Royal Sect would be fine.    

But if something happened to Shen Jun.    

The majority of the upper echelons of the Shen Royal Sect would be gone!    

With that in mind, Heifeng no longer hesitated. He picked up the nine-ringed broadsword in his hand and rushed out.    

The square was only this big. If they were to defend and counterattack, they would be forced to a corner in no time.    

The bottom of the platform was bottomless. With their current cultivation at the peak of the Diamond Realm, they would die if they fell.    

In order to give Shen Jun a bigger chance of survival, Heifeng chose to take the initiative to attack!    

The more people he killed, the higher the probability of Shen Jun surviving.    

Looking at Heifeng's back as he rushed out, Shen Jun could only smile helplessly.    

"Tiansha Secret Technique!"    

"Devil Ghost Sky!"    

Heifeng wielded the large blade in his hand and shouted explosively across the entire platform.    

Devil Ghost Sky was a secret technique of the Tiansha Sect, and it did not have any restrictions on one's cultivation.    

It was also the only secret technique he could use at the moment.    

All he could see was the veins on Heifeng's body bulging, and his entire eyeball was covered in a blood-red color.    

The heavy nine-ringed blade in his hand was waved like the wind. Every time it rose, it would bring up a large amount of bloody light.    

Without cultivation, there was naturally no fancy divine ability or magical technique.    

Everyone could only use the most primitive, most bloody melee to determine the winner and loser, and determine life and death.    

Under such circumstances, Heifeng's choice was undoubtedly the correct one.    

The secret technique strengthened his body, and at the same time, he chose the most suitable weapon, the large blade.    

And Heifeng's outburst had undoubtedly attracted an even fiercer attack.    

Looking around, there were more than a hundred people rushing over like mad dogs, wanting to kill this former True Immortal Expert together.    

But very quickly, everyone also discovered that the Storage Ring could not be used.    

For melee fighters who could only rely on their fists, the difference between having no weapons and having weapons was simply too great.    

Not everyone was like Heifeng, who still had a large saber hanging on his waist.    

Very quickly, waves of miserable screams and wails began to erupt from the ninth platform.    

A bloody chaotic battle had already erupted.    

Everyone on the platform could clearly see the rules in the air.    

On the platform, there was no victory or defeat.    

There was only life and death!    

Over a hundred cultivators screamed as they attacked Heifeng. Some of them did not have weapons in their hands, so they simply picked up a broken arm on the ground and used it as a stick.    

Blood splattered on the platform, and the dense smell of blood made people's heads heat up.    

They used fists, feet, and legs.    

They even used teeth, nails!    

As long as they could kill the other party, there was nothing they couldn't use.    

And Heifeng did not let down his title as a True Immortal Expert.    

After fighting in the surging crowd for a full five or six minutes, Heifeng was like a blood-stained war god, thanks to the nine-ringed saber and the strengthened secret technique of Ghost Fiend.    

With a swing of the saber, it would either harvest lives or take away a broken arm or leg.    

Under the same cultivation level, it was truly incredible that he could unleash such terrifying combat strength.    

"Where the hell did this guy get a large saber?!"    

"As expected of a True Immortal Expert, he has more tricks than us. Let's kill him quickly! I don't believe that he can kill all of us with so many people!"    

"Right, everyone is at the Vajra realm. It's not difficult to exhaust his strength with human lives!"    

"Charge! Let's attack together!"    

After losing more than a dozen unlucky people in a row, the crowd was not afraid at all. Instead, they became even more ferocious.    

If their combat strength was strong, then they had to destroy it as soon as possible.    

If this guy had the slightest chance to breathe, they would have to take a few more lives.    

None of them were novice brats.    

They were all veterans who had been through hell and back in the Upper Realm. They had seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and they had experienced all kinds of situations.    

A mere large blade could not scare them away.    

"A bunch of rats!"    

"If I still have a bit of cultivation left, none of you will be able to live today!"    

Heifeng roared, like a bloodthirsty devil.    

After fighting for five to six minutes, he had used up half of his stamina, and he had only killed a dozen people.    

This feeling was really too unbearable.    

"How arrogant! Now that everyone is at the Vajra realm, I want to see how long you can last with this secret technique!"    

In the crowd, an unknown guy shouted arrogantly.    

"How long can you last? Hehe." Heifeng grinned.    

"I only know that even if I gave you ten thousand guts, you wouldn't dare to try my blade!"    

Heifeng roared again, and the blood essence in his body started to burn again.    

A terrifying killing intent immediately gushed out and wrapped around his body.    

His eyes were completely red, as if he was a real Devil God.    

Everyone was scared by his crazy appearance and took a few steps back.    

A True Immortal Expert who didn't care about his life could still make them feel fear even if his cultivation was suppressed.    

"Don't be fooled by him! He's only at the Vajra realm now. Even if this secret art is powerful, can he still kill all of us?!"    

"Brothers, don't be afraid! Let's attack together. Let's see how long he can hold on!"    

"Charge!"    

Although they were scared for a moment, it was only for an instant.    

The desperadoes roared angrily and rushed over again.    

Under such a bloody and cruel rule, they had long seen life and death indifferent.    

Even if they couldn't survive, they would at least take the life of a True Immortal Expert!    

Heifeng roared again and barely raised the heavy saber in his hand.    

He knew it well.    

This Ghost Fiend Empyrean secret art was a temporary method to forcefully increase his strength with his blood essence as fuel.    

Not to mention five hundred people.    

Even if there were only a hundred people, he wouldn't be able to kill them all.    

But Heifeng had already understood it.    

This time, he definitely wouldn't think about leaving alive. As long as he could help Young Master Shen Jun to clear some obstacles, it would be worth it.    

That was worth it!    

Just as Heifeng was about to raise his saber to fight again.    

A familiar voice with a smile sounded from behind him again.    

“Enough, enough. Look at you.”    

“Scram to the side. Let’s see how your Young Master is showing off his might!”