331: Chapter 331 Tian Chen Dies!

July 6th, dusk.

Only five days remained until the end of the Hidden Dragon Assembly.

Craggy Territory, a treacherous region composed of countless jagged rocks.

At this moment, a brutal encirclement and slaughter was breaking out here.

"Skree—!!"

The cry of a phoenix tore through the sky.

Over fifty Phoenix Descendant prodigies, holding either Flame Spears or Blazing War Sabers in their hands, sent out scorching heat waves with every attack, turning the rocks below glowing red and causing them to shatter.

Meanwhile, the situation of the party under siege was far more wretched.

It was a group of about thirty Elf Prodigies, but more than half were already dead or wounded!

Their once elegant and handsome faces were now covered in blood and dust, their magnificent robes were in tatters, and their bodies were covered in charred burns and wounds from sharp weapons.

They huddled together back-to-back, their hastily erected shields flickering under the Phoenix Descendant Clan's violent fire attacks.

Elves were constantly being swallowed by flames, turning into charred remains after letting out shrill screams, or being pierced through by sharp attacks and falling dead.

In just fifteen minutes, the group of thirty Elf Clan members had fewer than fifteen left.

The eyes of the remaining elves were filled with despair, anger, and resentment.

The three leading them were precisely the three strongest prodigies under Anya's command—

Heavenly Dust, Jiang Xuemian, and Xue Ye.

At this moment, these three outstanding talents of the Elf Clan, who had once chatted and laughed elegantly in Anya's Villa, were in an extremely pathetic state.

"Xue Ye, Xuemian," Heavenly Dust's voice was hoarse but filled with determination, "In a moment, I will go all out and risk my life to hold back that bastard Feng Feng.

You guys take the chance and lead the others to break out through that gap in the northeast corner!

Don't worry about anything else; save as many as you can!"

His gaze was fixed on Feng Feng, who was looking at them with the eyes of a cat playing with a mouse.

Feng Feng, a ruthless character ranked forty-seventh on the heavenly pride ranking, possessed a fierce and explosive Fire Saber Technique.

As for Heavenly Dust himself, he was only ranked ninety-seventh.

Hearing this, Jiang Xuemian opened her mouth to say something, but Xue Ye grabbed her arm.

Xue Ye's hand was cold and trembling, but his gaze as he looked at Jiang Xuemian was exceptionally firm, and he slowly shook his head.

He was more clear-headed and rational than Jiang Xuemian.

Now was not the time for impulsive arguments over who should sacrifice themselves.

Heavenly Dust was the strongest; having him hold back the strongest opponent, Feng Feng, was indeed the choice with the highest success rate.

Pointless arguments and hesitation would only waste the precious time Heavenly Dust was buying with his life.

"Heavenly Dust... take care!" Xue Ye's voice was incredibly dry, as if he had used all his strength.

Heavenly Dust did not look back, nor did he respond.

He simply raised the Elven Longsword in his hand, the tip pointing diagonally toward the ground.

In the next moment, the remaining blood qi in his body erupted like a final burst of strength!

"Feng Feng—! Die!"

With a roar of rage, Heavenly Dust no longer cared for defense. Carrying a tragic aura of charging forward without regard for his life, he boldly lunged toward the strongest Phoenix Descendant leader in the center of the crowd—Feng Feng!

The sword light was shrill, stabbing directly at Feng Feng's throat!

"Humph! Overestimating yourself! You're courting death!"

A hint of disdain flashed in Feng Feng's eyes as he suddenly raised the Crimson War Saber in his hand!

Atop the blade, the blazing fire saber glow surged to a full eight feet!

"Burning Flame Slash!"

The crimson saber glow tore through the sky, slashing down toward Heavenly Dust's head!

Before the saber glow even arrived, the searing heat wave already made Heavenly Dust's hair curl and his skin sting.

Their strengths were simply not on the same level!

"Clang! Puchi—!"

As soon as the sword light and saber glow made contact, Heavenly Dust's Elven Longsword was knocked high into the air by the violent fire saber energy, leaving his front wide open!

Immediately after, the crimson saber glow slashed heavily onto his left shoulder!

Blood sprayed wildly!

The ensuing battle was almost a one-sided massacre.

Under Feng Feng's violent saber glows and the sporadic attacks from other nearby Phoenix Descendants, Heavenly Dust struggled to hold on, with new, bone-deep wounds constantly appearing on his body.

Blood stained his tattered robes red and dripped onto the charred gravel ground.

But he continued to roar, using his fists, headbutts, and every part of his body to attack frantically, just to delay them for one more moment!

"Now's the time! Charge!!"

Seeing Heavenly Dust, covered in blood, tightly entangling Feng Feng, Xue Ye's eyes turned bloodshot as he let out a roar!

He stopped looking at that tragic back, and the twin blades in his hands erupted with their final cold light.

Leading the way, he charged boldly toward the gap in the encirclement that had temporarily loosened due to Heavenly Dust's assault!

The remaining dozen or so Elven Warriors followed Xue Ye and Jiang Xuemian, charging desperately toward the gap!

Shouts of slaughter, the clashing of weapons, energy explosions, and screams once again echoed through the Craggy Territory!

Without Feng Feng there to oversee things, although the Phoenix Descendants in the encirclement had the advantage in numbers, they were momentarily cowed by the Elves' suicidal breakout momentum, and their formation fell into slight disarray.

Several brave Elven Warriors used themselves as shields, forcefully blocking attacks coming from the flanks to clear a path for the group.

After paying the price of four Elven Warriors dying on the spot, Xue Ye, Jiang Xuemian, and seven or eight other wounded elves finally broke through the Phoenix Descendant Clan's encirclement, narrowly escaping!

"Quick! Let's get out of here!"

Xue Ye didn't dare stop for a moment, leading the remnants as they sprinted toward the deeper regions of the Craggy Territory.

However, just as they had rushed out less than a hundred yards and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they had temporarily escaped—

"Bang—!!!"

A dark shadow was thrown down from a stone pillar ahead of them, slamming heavily onto the gravel ground in front of the group and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Several Elf Prodigies at the front subconsciously stopped and looked closely.

The figure on the ground was charred black all over, and blood flowed like a stream from countless gruesome wounds, soaking the gravel beneath him.

His face had already been burned beyond recognition by the high heat, his features indistinguishable, and there was hardly a patch of intact skin on his body.

His aura had long since vanished, and he was cold and stiff.

But... the style of those tattered robes, the vaguely recognizable figure in that blurred outline...

"Heav... Heavenly Dust?!"

An Elven Warrior's voice trembled as he recognized the identity of this wretched corpse.

It was indeed Heavenly Dust, who had just stayed behind to cover their retreat and fought a bloody battle to the death!

"Where else do you rabble think you're going to run?"

A cold voice came from the top of a tall, jagged stone pillar ahead.

Feng Feng looked down from above at the remnant elven soldiers, who were like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring. The Crimson War Saber in his hand was still dripping with Heavenly Dust's blood.