Chapter Fifty-Four: Dragon and Tiger Fight

  Two men in green clothes suddenly appeared under the flashing lightning fog, and a white-clothed man appeared with a large knife in his hand, fiercely slashing at the fog above, shouting: "Die!"

  At this moment, almost all the lightning in the space gathered around the fog ball, forming a lightning shield that was dazzlingly beautiful. The sound of a sharp blade colliding with the lightning shield rang out, and the white-clothed man's face revealed surprise as he saw that one strike had not broken through. He raised his great knife once more and struck at the shield with all his might. This time, what caught the white-clothed man off guard was that the lightning on the shield wrapped around his great knife like an iron chain, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not pull out the knife that had been tightly wrapped by the lightning. At this moment, the man's face looked even more unsightly, and in a panic, he ordered his subordinates: "Quickly go and report to the king!"

  However, at this time, the white fog surrounded by lightning suddenly dissipated, revealing a thin man. The man wore a black and white striped shirt and slightly fat long pants. This was Wang Cun. His eyes were sinister and evil, if someone who knew him took one look, they could tell that Wang Cun's appearance was not quite right at this moment.

  The crown prince who was suddenly suspended in mid-air said something that shouldn't have been said by her: "Hmph! You dare to be disrespectful to me, a lowly ant!" As soon as the words fell, the lightning chain wrapped around the knife suddenly appeared like countless long snakes sliding along the blade towards the white-clothed man. In the blink of an eye, the white-clothed man was tightly entwined.

  The prince slowly descended from mid-air and leaned forward, his face greedy as he said, "It's been a long time since I've savored a soul!" He then reached out to grab the white-robed man's chest.

  At this moment, a middle-aged man's voice echoed in the space "Sir! Please spare your life!"

  The prince looked around and suddenly a man with a full spirit, bright eyes and eyebrows appeared not far from the prince. The man was dressed in a dignified manner, with a noble demeanor.

  "Are you Wang?" Wang Chu stared at the man and said!

  "I don't dare, I don't dare!" The man hastily apologized and continued, "I also hope that Your Highness will spare the life of my subordinate. If there is any offense, I am willing to apologize here!" The man bowed, seemingly intimidated by the prince's methods.

  The king's reserve heard the man's words, suddenly a hint of a sinister smile appeared on his face, and then the claws that were placed on the white-robed man's chest suddenly sank into the man's body, violently pulling outwards, and actually pulled out the man's soul. Then, it was seen that the king's reserve sent the soul in his hand to his mouth to chew, coldly saying: "Those who are disrespectful to this deity must die!"

  "Hum! You're too arrogant! If you don't drink the toast, you'll be punished with a penalty drink!" The man's face, which was gentle and humble just a moment before, suddenly turned ferocious, and he flung out his sleeve.

  "You're going to die too!" Wang Zhuo's eyes gleamed with malice as he grabbed the lightning chain wrapped around the white-clad man's corpse and swung it at him. The man instantly vanished, only to reappear behind Wang Zhuo the next moment, raising his palm to strike Wang Zhuo's back. Wang Zhuo's face suddenly turned pale with shock, clearly not having anticipated that the man in front of him was so formidable. Just as all hope seemed lost, a black shadow suddenly darted out from Wang Zhuo's head, and his body seemed to lose control, becoming the man's living target. The man struck him with one palm, sending him flying sideways, spewing out a stream of blood that arced through the air.

  "Didn't think you had two more in you!" said the dark shadow emerging from Wang Cang's skull.

  "It wasn't your physical body after all, I overestimated you!" The man said bluntly.

  As the saying goes, when words don't mesh, half a sentence is too much. In an instant, the two were at it again, and for a time, in this cramped space, there was thunder and lightning, white fog and black air entwined, refusing to yield to each other, a true dragon-tiger struggle.