Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 220 - 221 Invincible!

However, Mu Ye sneered coldly, and suddenly several spikes burst from his body, shooting out like thousands of arrows, instantly enveloping Yang Guang.

"No!!"

Yang Guang was utterly horrified in his heart, blocking a few times before the spikes pierced through him.

"Brother Yang!"

The other members of the Heavenly Sword Sect changed their expressions drastically; they trembled as Yang Qingtian’s cousin was dead?

Everyone in Hu Ben Country fell into silence once again, no one spoke, everyone looked at Mu Ye, who was growing new spikes, and subconsciously swallowed saliva. Was this a man, or a demon?

Now that the Chief Disciple’s cousin of the Heavenly Sword Sect was not an opponent, who else dared to step forward?

"Blast Sword Tribe, truly the strongest of the Seven Great Tribes. We are definitely going to lose; we are surely no match."

Many people couldn’t get rid of this thought in their minds.

The Guardian General clenched his fists tightly, Great Martial Master Third Layer was swept away, Great Martial Master Fourth Layer wasn’t an opponent, could they be utterly defeated by Great Martial Master Fifth Layer again?

Guardian General took a deep breath; this time, they could only hope that someone from Star Palace would make a move, one of them was exactly a Great Martial Master Fifth Layer.

Thinking of this, he turned his gaze towards the disciples of Star Palace.

On the city walls, many people also pinned their hopes on these transcendent individuals, maybe, only they could deal with these barbarians.

"Well, as the saying goes, one who eats the food and uses others’ resources should help out; having enjoyed good wine and meat, it’s just right to move around after dinner. That Blast Sword Tribe also qualifies to be my, Wang Qi’s, opponent. Keep this cup of wine warm for me; I will be right back!"

A disciple of Star Palace stood up and darted out.

Seeing that someone from Star Palace was willing to take action, Lin Feng saw this and didn’t go down to fight; he had originally wanted to make a move, so he didn’t compete for the slot to fight.

The power of Star Palace was extremely strong; the one who fought was a tall young man, with an air of nonchalance, even though he was facing someone from the strongest tribe.

"Barbarian, do you know who I am?"

Wang Qi stood with his hands behind his back, his attitude arrogant.

Mu Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, then said coldly, "Star Palace!"

"Haha, good that you know, knowing it’s me, why not kneel?" Wang Qi’s eyes slightly narrowed.

Mu Ye’s mouth curled up slightly, indifferently he spoke; "Well then, killing you will make you the third disciple of Star Palace to die by my hands."

Swoosh!

Having said that, he took the initiative to attack, but his earlier statement had already changed Wang Qi’s expression. Did it mean, someone had already died at his hands before?

Just as he was stunned, Mu Ye had already rushed in front of him, the spike in his hand stabbing directly at Wang Qi’s chest. Wang Qi reacted very fast, immediately dodging.

"Barbarian, since it’s like this, I shall take your head first!!"

He roared and punched out explosively.

Mu Ye didn’t care at all, spikes on his body burst out like thousands of arrows flying simultaneously.

Wang Qi cursed softly, only able to immediately go on the defensive.

As Mu Ye saw that his opponent was left with only the ability to parry, he sneered and attacked again, putting Wang Qi in frequent danger.

Everyone in Jiayu Pass watched, their eyes wide in shock. If they hadn’t seen wrong, it seemed that even those from the Star Palace were being suppressed?

"Damn! Barbarian, don’t get carried away!!!"

Wang Qi roared furiously, unleashing his Ninth Grade Star!

It was a gigantic Fiery Flame Lion, and as the Star appeared, Wang Qi’s aura surged immensely. He threw a punch, and in an instant, flames rolled forth, directly melting the opponent’s spikes. Wang Qi wiped a fine streak of blood from his face—he was injured. Being a disciple of the transcendent Star Palace and getting hurt by a barbarian, with so many people watching at Jiayu Pass, how could he save face!

"My rage, you cannot bear it!!"

He roared, with flames blazing in his eyes. In the next moment, he punched out, and a tornado of fire spontaneously formed, the wind fueling the fire, sending waves of intense heat towards Mu Ye.

Talent Skill, Fire Dragon Tornado!

Seeing this, Mu Ye did not hold back, growling lowly as his muscles swelled, the spikes on his body becoming even sharper, making one’s scalp tingle just by looking at them. Simultaneously, an Eighth Grade spiky Star emerged behind him.

As the Star appeared, the quality of the spikes on Mu Ye’s body visibly transformed. He swung his arm, and in an instant, hundreds of spikes blasted forth, and almost immediately, new spikes grew—waves came one after another, giving no time to catch his breath.

It was like thousands of swords firing simultaneously.

This is how the Blast Sword Tribe got its name!

In an instant, Wang Qi’s Talent Skill was broken. Before he could react, another overwhelming wave of spikes shot from the sky. Wang Qi promptly retreated, but felt a sharp pain under his foot; he discovered his surroundings were already filled with these spikes which could easily cleave open the body, each rooted in the ground like war spears.

Instantly, Wang Qi’s face changed; he felt a numbing sensation at the spot where he was pierced by the spikes.

"Poison!"

Wang Qi immediately cut his wound to let the blood flow, but by then, the sky-filled spikes had already approached, shining with a chilling glow.

"Go! Vajra Shield!!"

In the nick of time, Wang Qi brought out a palm-sized shield. The shield spun in front of him, expanding abruptly and emitting a golden light. The next moment, the spikes fell like a torrential rain on the golden light, creating a continuous clanging sound of metal on metal.

The golden light on the shield also trembled continuously like ripples.

Crack

In the next moment, the Vajra Shield shattered. Under Wang Qi’s horrified gaze, a relentless barrage of spike arrows shot forth.

"No!!!"

"Wang Qi!"

"Dammit!"

Bang bang bang bang

The dust settled, and all the disciples of Star Palace standing on the city tower rose to their feet, their faces darkening.

Looking at the corpse pierced through by spikes, the Guardian General was completely dumbstruck; he never expected such an outcome, and neither did anyone else at Jiayu Pass. At that moment, everyone was stunned.

"Are, are you kidding me, he was a disciple of Star Palace!"

"A Ninth Grade Star, died just like that?"

"Why, why did this happen."

"When did the barbarians become so powerful?"

On the battlefield, Mu Ye calmly cut off Wang Qi’s head, "The fourth."

He looked indifferently at Jiayu Pass, then tossed Wang Qi’s head into the storage ring.

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, impressed by the strength. It was his first encounter with the Blast Sword Tribe; he had only heard of them because Tuoba Wenjian was assassinated by the Wolf Leader, hence the Barbarian Country was always disunited.

Now, he witnessed these people’s immense strength firsthand. The Blast Sword Tribe, undoubtedly the first among the Seven Great Tribes; those spikes that grew from their bodies were truly a God-given perfect weapon for attack and defense.