Chapter 13607 The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind

Chapter 13607 The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind
Despite being besieged by the other four, he displayed amazing strength and seriously injured two of them.

Of the two seriously injured, one was as pale as paper, blood was constantly oozing from the corner of his mouth, his hands tightly covering his chest, he was weakly half-kneeling on the ground, his eyes full of fear and unwillingness, as if he was crying out about the injustice of fate;
The other man fell to the side, his body twitching slightly, his breath weak, between life and death, the candle of life flickering in the strong wind.

The sturdy man Luojia held the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword tightly in both hands. The sword seemed to be connected with his mind and had life. It perfectly integrated into his arms and became a part of his body.

His chest was heaving violently and he was gasping for air, each breath was accompanied by a heavy gasp. It was obvious that he had expended a lot of energy in the fierce battle just now.

However, his eyes were still as firm as a rock, revealing an arrogant spirit of preferring death to surrender, as if announcing to everyone that he would never give in easily.

“Luo Jia, don’t be stubborn! Although you are very powerful and have reached the peak of Bao Yuan Realm, and the four of us combined are no match for you, you were also injured just now. If we continue to fight endlessly like this, I’m afraid that in the end, both of us will suffer losses and let others take advantage of us for nothing!”

The other man was anxious, and he shouted at the strong man. His voice was a little hoarse and broken in the howling wind, but it was still clearly heard by everyone. This man was a little thin, and his figure seemed a little shaky in the strong wind.

He had a thin face, high cheekbones, and his eyes revealed a hint of cunning and calculation. He stared at Luo Jia vigilantly while constantly turning his head to observe the situation around him. He looked like a cunning fox, always looking for an opportunity to take advantage of.

Hearing this, Luo Jia raised his lips slightly, revealing a sneer of contempt. That smile was full of disdain and arrogance, as if he didn't care about anything in the world:

"You guys want to take this sword from me? That's just wishful thinking! My strength has already reached the limit of Bao Yuan Realm. What can you do to me with just a few of you who are at the peak of Bao Yuan Realm or the ninth level of Bao Yuan Realm?"

His voice was like the sound of a huge bell, echoing for a long time on the battlefield, carrying with it an air of arrogance, as if he was the master of the battlefield and no one could shake his position.

"What about me?" Just as the situation became tense, a strange ripple suddenly appeared in the air, just like a rock hitting a calm lake, instantly breaking the original tranquility. Then, several figures appeared out of thin air like ghosts.

The leader was wearing a snow-white robe embroidered with delicate and intricate golden patterns. Under the gloomy and depressing sky, the robe still shone with dazzling light, like the dawn.

His face was stern, his lines were hard, and his eyes were filled with an innate majesty and mystery, as if he could see through all the secrets of the world. This person was the Holy Envoy of the Holy Hall. Behind him were masters such as Yu Zhengqi and Yu Haoran from the Righteous Hall.

Yu Zhengqi is tall and straight, like a pine tree, with a resolute face and a look of firmness and determination in his eyes, as if no difficulties in front of him can stop him from moving forward; Yu Haoran, on the other hand, is agile in figure, quick in movements, with lively eyes, showing a sense of shrewdness and competence, and exuding confidence and composure in his every move.

Their appearance was like pouring another bucket of oil on the raging fire, making the already extremely tense situation even more tense and ready to explode.

When Luo Jia saw this scene, his face instantly became extremely ugly, as if covered by a thick layer of frost, becoming extremely gloomy.

His brows knitted tightly together, forming a deep “川” character. A trace of anger and fear flashed in his eyes. It was an instinctive reaction when facing an unknown threat. “The Holy Hall also wants to seize this sword? Your Holy Hall has always been known for being upright and aboveboard. Are you going to take advantage of someone’s misfortune today?”

There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice. He was obviously shocked and uneasy at the sudden appearance of the people in the temple. Deep down in his heart, he was aware that he was about to face an unprecedented crisis.

The Holy Envoy stared at Luo Jia with a look as calm as water, and said calmly: "This Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword is the sword of the former Demon Lord. The Demon Lord was imprisoned by our Holy Temple, so his sword should naturally belong to the Holy Temple. If you know what's good for you, hand it over quickly, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"

Although his voice was not loud, it revealed an unquestionable majesty, and every word seemed to contain endless power, as if he was the master of this world, his orders were the laws of heaven and earth, and no one dared to disobey.

After hearing this, Luo Jia's face instantly showed an extremely angry expression. His face turned red, like a ripe tomato, or like a volcano about to erupt: "The Holy Church looks so righteous and bright on the surface, but I didn't expect that there are so many despicable villains who will do anything to achieve their goals! It's really disgusting!"

While cursing angrily, he clenched the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hands even tighter, as if it was his last resort, demonstrating to everyone in the temple his determination to never surrender.

The Holy Envoy's expression remained calm, as if Luo Jia's curse was nothing but wind in his ears. He said in a cold tone: "I don't want to waste my words with you anymore. Now, I'll give you one more chance. If you don't hand over the sword, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

There was no emotion in his eyes, which were as cold as the abyss in the cold night, as if Luo Jia was just an insignificant ant in his eyes that could be crushed to death at any time.

Luo Jia was obviously unwilling to give up. After all, such a rare treasure would be hard for anyone to part with. He gritted his teeth, puffed up his cheeks, and glared at the Holy Envoy, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire: "Holy Hall, what you did today is simply shameless!"

His voice was filled with anger and helplessness. In the face of this absolute gap in strength, he felt deeply powerless, but the unwillingness in his heart was like a ball of fire, burning fiercely in his chest.

The Holy Envoy finally became impatient. He frowned slightly, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, as if he was looking at something extremely dirty: "You are really stubborn! Yu Zhengqi, stop talking nonsense with him, just do it!"

There was a sense of determination and decisiveness in his tone, as if he had lost his last patience with Luojia.

"As you command!" Yu Zhengqi nodded, his voice deep and powerful, like thunder. Immediately, he waved his hand, and in an instant, seven high-level masters of the Bao Yuan Realm quickly surrounded Luo Jia and others from all directions like a group of hungry wolves.