Little Sorcerer, Divine Doctor Chapter 1069

Ji Ru Mo was still deep in thought when Feng Tian had already launched an attack.

"King of Penglai, prepare to die!"

Behind Feng Tian, the speed tail stood upright.

With the enhancement of the speed tail, Feng Tian’s already rapid speed suddenly increased several times, like an arrow that burst forth, racing towards Ji Ru Mo.

As he advanced, his left and right forelimbs, with sharp beast claws aligned, were like two daggers aimed ruthlessly at Ji Ru Mo’s chest.

Ah, King of Penglai, if one of the Wuji Five Treasures, the King of Penglai, were to fall at his hands, would that not mean he could also enjoy the reputation of the Wuji Five Treasures?

What he, Feng Tian, had not obtained in the past, he would surely seize in the future, with power, strength, and prestige not to be compromised!

He was even beginning to imagine the wonderful taste when the beast claws pierced through flesh and extracted Ji Ru Mo’s heart.

But in the next moment, Feng Tian’s expression changed drastically, not only had he not successfully pounced on Ji Ru Mo, he actually lunged into thin air.

Ji Ru Mo appeared behind him.

"You are too slow," Ji Ru Mo’s voice was still as calm as ever, but there was a glimmer in his eyes.

He slowly extended his right hand, which now held a small tuft of beast fur. With a shake, the cluster of fur fluttered up like snowflakes.

It was then that Feng Tian noticed a missing patch of fur on the back of his head.

When did this happen?

When exactly did he not only evade his attack but also...

This seemingly harmless King of Penglai had such terrifying skills.

Could it be that his strength was even more frightening than the Red Robe Summoning Emperor who was slain earlier?

How could it be, how could a mage be stronger than a summoner!

In the understanding of the Wuji Continent, it was generally believed that summoners were stronger than mages.

For no other reason, in cases of similar strength, a summoner with a summoned beast was obviously stronger than a mage without a demon beast.

This point, Ji Ru Mo had understood since he was a child.

Back then, when the Red Robe Summoning Emperor forced him to kill the beast that "fed" him, a small Ji Ru Mo had a "fuse" planted in his heart.

He had told himself that he would not allow similar incidents to happen a second time.

Therefore, he needed to be strong, very strong, only then could he protect the things or people important to him.

And he indeed accomplished this.

His stunning magic talent that he mastered in a single attempt allowed him to grow quickly over the years.

It was just that his preference for a low profile kept him from displaying his true strength in front of others.

Today, Feng Tian’s provocation was the first time he exhibited his strength without reservation.

"Ji Ru Mo, prepare to die," Feng Tian roared in fury, staring at Ji Ru Mo, his body like twisting lightning, charging once more.

Fast, huh? Then he would be faster.

What infuriated Feng Tian was that Ji Ru Mo also dodged.

Moreover, the movement technique he used to evade was Feng Tian’s own attack technique.

And he used it with more proficiency than Feng Tian.

"How is it possible! How could I not keep up," Feng Tian couldn’t comprehend why he couldn’t match Ji Ru Mo’s speed.

He began to grow restless, his attacks becoming increasingly aggressive.

Yet every time, Feng Tian could not touch him, not even Ji Ru Mo’s hem was grazed.

Feng Tian’s situation was a thousand times more miserable than when facing the Divine Beast earlier.

"Have you had enough? Then try my counterattack," Ji Ru Mo’s mask hid a barely perceptible smile.

"What’s happening here, who is that person?"

When Yun Sheng and the others arrived, the King of Penglai, Ji Ru Mo, was forcing Feng Tian into retreat.

"Feng Tian! That person is Feng Tian!" Gu Feng recognized Feng Tian.

Since the last Dutian Blood Seal crisis, Feng Tian’s whereabouts had been unknown.

Some people from the Mainland Magic Elite Camp mistakenly thought Feng Tian had died, others believed he had been captured by the Eight Desolate Beast Clan. How could he suddenly appear near the Dutian Blood Seal?

Moreover, in just three years, how did he end up in such an inhuman state?

The two fox tails behind Feng Tian were particularly conspicuous.

"Senior brother!" Chang Siming cried mournfully.

It was only then that Yun Sheng and Donghuang Lingling noticed that the Red Robe Summoning Emperor was dead.

Seeing the ghastly condition of the Red Robe Summoning Emperor’s death, everyone felt a chill.

It looked like he had been split in half by a heavy weapon, like a heavy axe.

The dignified Red Robe Summoning Emperor, at death, didn’t even have an intact corpse left.

Only Yun Sheng could see that the Red Robe Summoning Emperor was not killed by any sharp weapon; he was torn in half directly by the claws of a demon beast.

Feng Tian’s hands were like the claws of a demon beast, could it be that the Red Robe Summoning Emperor was killed by Feng Tian?

Even the Red Robe Summoning Emperor with a Divine Beast could be slain by Feng Tian; had his power already become so formidable?

Recalling the earlier disturbance within her due to the Sky Fox Relics, it seemed the monster emerging from the Heavenly Fox Tomb was Feng Tian. If she encountered Feng Tian directly, she wondered what her chances of victory were.

Tsk, the Red Robe Summoning Emperor really died at an inconvenient time.

With his death, Yun Sheng lost the method to cure Mother Hu Jiusheng’s amnesia.

"Yun Sheng, it’s so strange, how could the King of Penglai... Xia Siming, be using the magic from our Mainland Magic Elite Camp?" Donghuang Lingling watched, puzzled, as Ji Ru Mo skillfully wielded various magic from the Mainland Elite Camp.

Yun Sheng glanced over, slightly surprised. Although they were fighting, she somehow felt that the King of Penglai... Xia Siming was purely toying with Feng Tian.

Compared to Donghuang Lingling, Yun Sheng had a much higher understanding and deciphering of magic.

The magic Xia Siming used against Feng Tian were Feng Tian’s most prized unique spells.

The magic from the Mainland Magic Elite Camp was somewhat different from that of the Magic Temple. Feng Tian, as a former Star Marked Student, had many unique spells.

This felt quite like "showing off one’s skill before an expert," and yet, when Xia Siming performed them, it was even more exquisite than Feng Tian.

For the proud Feng Tian, this was undoubtedly an insult.

Watching the skirmish between the two, Yun Sheng thought, so even the typically gentle and refined Xia Siming had this cat-and-mouse penchant?

Learning that Ji Ru Mo was actually Xia Wenxu, Yun Sheng’s opinion of the King of Penglai shifted.

But it was also the first time she’d seen this side of Xia Wenxu.

"Bastard! Ji Ru Mo, you’re insulting me!" If Yun Sheng could notice all sorts of tricks, how could Feng Tian not notice them too?

"Ru Mo, is this the man who killed the Summon Emperor?" Chang Siming, witnessing the Red Robe Summoning Emperor’s death, was already furious, wishing she could deal with Feng Tian.

Feng Tian also noticed that several more people had arrived.

His gaze suddenly rested on Yun Sheng.

"It’s you! Yun Sheng!" Feng Tian’s face lit up with ecstatic delight.