Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 114 - 115: Joint Execution
"Sister Dong?"
Jiang Feng hurriedly looked at Han Dong.
"Steward Hai, it must be Lord Bao who sent you to ensure our safety!"
Han Dong smiled.
"That’s right, Lord Bao is already on his way out of the city and sent me ahead."
Steward Hai rode his horse quickly closer.
"You came just in time. I happen to have something important to give you."
Han Dong’s face lit up with joy, and he hastily took out something from his bosom.
"Oh, let me see it quickly."
Steward Hai arrived in front of the two, seeing that Han Dong had something to give him, his demeanor relaxed considerably.
"Poof!"
Little did he know, what Han Dong pulled out was a packet of Zombie Powder, which he threw entirely at Steward Hai.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
At the same time.
From Jiang Feng’s sleeve, seven or eight Poison Needles shot out together, all aiming at Steward Hai’s vital points.
"Ah!"
Steward Hai was caught off guard.
Some of the Zombie Powder scattered onto his face, but most of it was dispersed by the waves of his Primordial Power.
In front of him, it seemed as if a transparent wall of air appeared, blocking most of the Zombie Powder from reaching him.
"Puff puff puff!"
However, while most of the Zombie Powder was blocked.
The Poison Needles from Jiang Feng’s sleeve all penetrated through, nailing into Steward Hai’s body.
"Despicable!"
Steward Hai was furious, forcibly opening his eyes and circulating his Primordial Power to expel the Poison Needles from his body.
"Whoosh!"
However, the moment he opened his eyes.
He saw Han Dong thrust a sword towards him.
Aiming straight for his heart.
In an instant, his right hand seemed to turn into an eagle’s claw, with a layer of Primordial Power rippling over the five claws, grabbing Han Dong’s sword blade, successfully blocking that deadly strike.
Han Dong was using a Two-Handed Sword.
The first strike failed against Steward Hai.
The other swing aimed for Steward Hai’s head.
"Whoosh!"
Steward Hai’s figure moved, his body flying backward off the horse, avoiding Han Dong’s second strike.
He was a Second-Grade Refining Yuan Realm Martial Artist.
His Primordial Power was abundant.
He was confident he could kill Han Dong.
But at this moment, affected by Zombie Powder and Poison Needles, caught off guard, he first needed to distance himself from Han Dong, wait until the toxins from the Poison Needles and the numbing from the Zombie Powder were expelled, then it wouldn’t be too late to kill Han Dong.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Yet at this moment.
Jiang Feng, who was behind Han Dong, threw out three black objects.
"Thunder Burst Beads!"
Steward Hai exclaimed.
His Primordial Power boiled, enveloping his entire body.
"Bang bang bang!"
The three Thunder Burst Beads.
Exploded simultaneously.
The sharp iron fragments inside nearly all shot towards Steward Hai.
"Ugh!"
Steward Hai looked pained.
His chest and legs were riddled with small iron fragments.
As a Second-Grade Refining Yuan Realm Expert.
He couldn’t be killed by Thunder Burst Beads; these were just flesh wounds.
If he hadn’t been caught off guard.
The Thunder Burst Beads wouldn’t have broken through his Primordial Power defenses.
But the Poison Needles shot by Jiang Feng, their effects strong, acted together in sets of six or seven, making Steward Hai feel as if his Primordial Power was progressively shackled.
Moreover.
The Zombie Powder Han Dong sprinkled on his face wasn’t ordinary.
Not only did it make him itch all over.
The flesh on his face and neck became rock-hard, hindering the flow of Primordial Power.
"Han Dong, are you rebelling, daring to assassinate me?"
Steward Hai raged.
With the flesh on his face and neck stiff, his voice seemed to wheeze out from his throat.
"Whoosh!"
Han Dong said nothing.
He struck repeatedly with his Two-Handed Sword.
Determined to kill Steward Hai while the opportunity presented itself.
With the poisoned Steward Hai, in distress dealing with Han Dong’s swordsmanship, injuries sustained one after another.
"Once I recover, I’ll tear you limb from limb."
"Where did this brat get those Poison Needles? Fighting Han Dong, he couldn’t suppress the poison."
"Boy, I’ll deal with you first."
Steward Hai roared internally.
Feeling increasingly aggrieved, he suddenly realized that, with such a stalemate, not only couldn’t he stabilize the poison, but he’d hasten its effects, possibly ending up killed by someone like Han Dong, a Third-Grade Martial Artist.
"Boy."
Thus, Steward Hai dashed out of Han Dong’s sword net, leaping ferociously like an eagle swooping down, aiming his claw at Jiang Feng’s skull.
"Run!"
Han Dong shouted hastily.
He hadn’t expected Steward Hai could break through the attack and defense.
Indeed, a Second-Grade Refining Essence, even poisoned and injured, wasn’t something a Third-Grade Refining Divinity Martial Artist could easily kill.
"Don’t kill me!"
Jiang Feng was startled.
He quickly crouched down on the ground.
Like a chick encountering an eagle, trembling and curling up on the ground.
Seeing this, Steward Hai dove down faster, intending to seize Jiang Feng, forcing Han Dong to surrender.
"Poof!"
But at this moment.
The crouched-down Jiang Feng.
Suddenly threw out a white silk net, waiting exactly for Steward Hai to take the initiative to pounce.
Once again, Steward Hai was caught off guard.
His graceful body technique.
Beneath this net.
Lacked its agility.
Like a trapped eagle in a hunter’s net, struggling and flapping, until he was about to tear the net apart, the originally crouched Jiang Feng had already rolled to the side.
At the same time, two flashes of cold light closed in.
Steward Hai could only manage to grasp one of them, then he felt a sweetness in his throat.
Han Dong’s other sword penetrated through his chest, twisting the blade forcefully.
Still caught in the white silk net, blood gushed from Steward Hai’s mouth as he asked, "How did you know I was here to kill you?"
"Steward Hai, you deal with internal matters of the Imperial City, capturing Rebel Faction spies, when did that become your responsibility? Moreover, the Prison Director entered the Imperial City to request orders, deploying the city guards, for the sake of the Rebel Faction’s spies within the Court. Steward Hai, aren’t you trying too hard to cover up?"
Han Dong sneered.
He hadn’t expected to flush out a spy like Steward Hai.
"You are indeed exceptionally clever, but today I am..."
Steward Hai looked at Jiang Feng.
Then he saw Jiang Feng holding a watermelon-sized rock, crack, smashing it forcefully on his forehead.
Bang!
Steward Hai fell.
The words he was about to speak swallowed back down.
He wanted to say, today he faltered at Jiang Feng’s hands, rather than Han Dong’s, even though Han Dong anticipated his intentions. But without Jiang Feng’s Poison Needles or that white silk net later, Steward Hai was confident, even if affected by Han Dong’s Zombie Powder, Han Dong couldn’t do anything to him.
As he lay down, he continued staring at Jiang Feng.
Before dying, Steward Hai finally understood one thing.
That Jiang Feng’s strength was above Han Dong’s.
Otherwise, how could the Poison Needles from Jiang Feng all hit, if he’d thought of this beforehand, maybe he wouldn’t have died.
"Sister Dong, why are you talking nonsense with him? Aren’t you afraid this old scoundrel will retaliate before dying?"
Jiang Feng said, still feeling frightened.
"You can’t return to the Imperial City, come with me."
Han Dong swiftly mounted a horse, realizing the gravity of the situation with Steward Hai’s appearance.
"Alright."
Jiang Feng also realized the problem, he quickly mounted Steward Hai’s Thousand-Mile Horse, and galloped ahead of Han Dong, leaving dust in his trail.
