Chapter 158: The Death of Shi Changdong

“Kill, as long as we kill the Village Chief, these Guardian Beasts will stop attacking!” Shi Changdong lay by the shore, coughing loudly as he roared.

To capture the Camp, they needed to occupy the Village Chief’s Office to succeed, but Shi Changdong had a personal grudge and wanted to kill Xu Feng.

From the start of the assault until now, the Elite Disciples led by Shi Changdong had begun to suffer casualties. Although most of these Elite Disciples were Three-Star, in the chaos, they were no match for three Three-Star Elite Monsters.

Three Ironclad Crocodragon Turtles slowly surfaced and began relentlessly hunting the Elite Disciples of the Thunder Martial Hall.

Shi Changdong watched as one Elite Disciple after another was torn to shreds by the dragon turtles, his heart bleeding.

With three Three-Star Elite Monsters, if the over thousand people organized properly, they had a good chance of hunting them down instead. But they were currently attacking the camp; killing these three monsters was simply not worth the cost.

“Zhao Jun, Wang Peng, lead a team to kill Xu Feng! Li Qiang, Zhang Ming, Qian Chong, hold off the dragon turtles. Teams two, three, four, five, and six, quickly eliminate the dragon turtles.” Shi Changdong shouted loudly, struggling to swim towards the shore.

Xu Feng stood up, gestured with his right hand, and the Flying Sword that had been darting around in Sweetwater Lake traced a bright arc as it flew into Xu Feng’s right hand.

“Kill!”

A group of people charged towards Xu Feng. Multicolored energy lights flashed, surging towards Xu Feng like a tidal wave.

“Absolute Protection!”

A golden light enveloped Xu Feng.

All the energy impacts struck the golden shield, causing ripples to form on its surface, but it was useless.

“Flying Sword, slash!”

The Flying Sword in his hand, gleaming with silver light, flashed and instantly shot out, leaving afterimages in its path.

The Flying Sword’s speed instantly reached its peak, and its power soared to the maximum. A mist of fine particles appeared around the sword, scattering and looking quite beautiful.

Whoosh, whoosh~

The Flying Sword tore through the air like a swimming dragon, slicing across the throats of the crowd in front of him.

Pfft, pfft, pfft~

Clouds of blood mist erupted.

Xu Feng had already charged into the crowd. With a gesture, the Flying Sword sliced through one person’s body and returned to Xu Feng’s hand.

Dozens of people collapsed softly to the ground, their Health Points reduced to zero, entering a Near-Death State. They could only watch helplessly as Xu Feng slaughtered his way through the crowd.

“Xu Feng, you’re dead!” Shi Changdong took out a Healing Potion and gulped it down.

Roooar~

A dragon’s roar echoed through the valley.

Xu Feng relaxed his control, and the Black Water Flood Dragon immediately charged down the cliff, heading straight for Sweetwater Lake.

“A Three-Star Lord Rank Guardian Beast? Impossible!” Shi Changdong’s face turned pale.

Last time when Xu Feng brought Sun Lei and the others into the Village of Sacrifice, they never encountered the Flood Dragon, so the Thunder Martial Hall didn’t know about its existence.

When Shi Changdong saw the Ironclad Crocodragon Turtles, he thought they were the Guardian Beasts of the Village of Sacrifice. The only surprise was that there were three dragon turtles, not one.

Three-Star Elite—that level of strength seemed appropriate for the Guardian Beasts of the Village of Sacrifice. But a Three-Star Lord Rank…

Shi Changdong gritted his teeth silently, clenched his right fist, and with a loud roar, charged towards the Flood Dragon.

Pfft~

A blast of Dragon Breath shot out, and dozens of people burst into flames of thick green fire.

Their resistance had dropped to the lowest due to the suffocating state. The poisonous Dragon Breath not only caused massive damage but also added poison damage and ongoing damage.

…

“Changdong, have you captured the camp yet?” Shi Changdong was gnashing his teeth when his Communicator suddenly rang. It was the manager dispatched from headquarters to oversee the branch.

“Changdong, it sounds like things aren’t going very smoothly on your end. Are there any problems?” In the Thunder Martial Hall gathering place, the meeting room was full of people. The manager’s brow suddenly furrowed as everyone present heard screams coming from the Communicator.

“Three Three-Star Elite Guardian Beasts, one Three-Star Lord Rank Guardian Beast. Over half of the 1,300 Elite Disciples I brought are already dead or wounded…”

Shi Changdong’s expression was grim, but he still reported the situation promptly.

These 1,300 Elite Disciples were the maximum force the Thunder Martial Hall branch could send. The remaining One Star and Two Star disciples would just be cannon fodder if sent here.

“Can you take it down?” The manager’s face was stern.

“Yes, he’s just one person! Such a large camp, he must be overestimating himself.” After saying this, Shi Changdong angrily hung up the Communicator and charged at the Flood Dragon again.

“It seems things are not going well at all.” The manager slowly put down the Communicator, his face dark.

Sun Lei and Xie Jing glanced at each other but remained silent.

“These 1,300 Elite Disciples are the entire strength of the branch. With over half casualties… hmph, if we can’t capture that camp, the next time monsters attack us here, resisting will be…” A middle-aged man nearby pondered for a moment, then stood up and said, “This matter must be reported to Xijing.”

“Wait first.” The manager waved his hand, signaling him to sit down, and said, “Let’s wait for the outcome.”

The meeting room fell into a deathly silence once again.

…

What he originally thought would be an easy task now filled Shi Changdong with regret.

Listening to the screams of the Elite Disciples, he glanced back. Over three hundred people had been surrounding Xu Feng, but now fewer than a hundred remained. All the spellcasting classes had been slaughtered. Shi Changdong looked and felt fear. Even he himself, facing over three hundred Elite Disciples, would be brought to a Near-Death State from one focused volley. Why was Xu Feng so strong?

The three dragon turtles were wreaking havoc on the shore. Li Qiang and Zhang Ming were already dead, their bodies gone, leaving only two shattered shields discarded on the ground. Qian Chong’s Health Points were down to one-third, while the dragon turtle he faced still had nearly two-thirds of its Health Points left.

Roooar~

With an angry roar, a dragon turtle at half health lifted its head and let out a long cry. An invisible shockwave spread out in all directions. Those nearby felt their ears ringing painfully, unable to stand steady, and fell to the ground.

A crimson Fireball gathered in the dragon turtle’s mouth.

Boom~

The Fireball exploded like a cannonball among the crowd. The dragon turtle charged forward, lowering its head to bite, and instantly, a dozen more corpses appeared.

Swish~

The Flood Dragon’s front claw swiped forward, and a phantom image ten times larger shot towards Shi Changdong.

Pfft~

Three claw shadows passed right through his body. The Leather Armor on Shi Changdong’s chest shattered into pieces, and his Health Points instantly dropped by a large chunk.

Whoosh~

Before Shi Changdong could react, the Flood Dragon pounced directly on him. Its massive body loomed over him like a dark cloud, completely enveloping him.

Its huge front paw pressed Shi Changdong down beneath it. The dragon slowly lowered its head, its lantern-sized eyes fixed on Shi Changdong.

Shi Changdong struggled desperately but couldn’t break free from the Flood Dragon’s grasp.

Thud, thud, thud~

Shi Changdong frantically struck the Flood Dragon’s front claw, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Damage numbers in the single digits floated up; Shi Changdong couldn’t even break the Flood Dragon’s defense.

“So this is the Three-Star Lord Rank?” These were Shi Changdong’s last words before he died.