Astral Apostle
chapter-512-30041322

Zhou Jing followed the messenger up the city wall and realized that the two sides were still facing each other.

Lu Longchuan and the other leaders squatted under the wall, surrounded by more than ten spears. Chen Feng had been practicing his 'javelin throw' from afar, causing them to not dare to show their heads. It could be said that this was the first time the term 'firepower suppression' appeared in such a medieval age.

Seeing their Chief's bravery, the Dragon King Stronghold was encouraged and clamored. On the other hand, the hearts of the Heavenly King Stronghold soldiers wavered, and many soldiers were shocked and afraid.

Just as Zhou Jing was observing, another spear tore through the air and shot towards his position.

Zhou Jing's expression did not change as he calmly took a step back.

Whoosh -- The spear swept past, brushing past his body and missing. The strong wind blew at his Daoist robe.

Thud!

The spear stabbed into the gatepost of the city tower, the end trembling.

"Your arm strength is good, and your aim is not bad."

Zhou Jing nodded casually and commented.

Only then did Lu Longchuan notice that Perfected Master Windwalker had come up. He revealed a happy expression and hurriedly said,

"Perfected One, you're finally here!"

"Why is Commander Lu in such a sorry state?"

Zhou Jing walked forward confidently and asked with a smile.

Lu Longchuan sweated and said helplessly, "Chen Feng's martial strength is astonishing. We really have no choice but to ask for your help."

He was anxious and furious. He knew that if Chen Feng continued to shoot like this, the morale of the army would definitely dissipate and they would lose all their fighting spirit. There was no way to fight this battle at all.

Thus, at this moment when Perfected Master Windwalker arrived, he felt as if his savior was here.

However, after witnessing Chen Feng's bravery, Lu Longchuan was a little worried that Perfected Master Windwalker would not be able to withstand it. He could not help but probe,

"Perfected One... What do you think of Chen Feng's methods? Can you deal with him?"

Zhou Jing did not agree readily, but he did not look nervous as he casually replied,

"Chen Feng's spear throwing is indeed a good ability. However, I'm not afraid. Let me test his strength."

Seeing how calm he was, Lu Longchuan felt a little more confident. He cupped his fists and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you... Brothers, cheer for the Perfected One!"

Everyone from the Heavenly King Stronghold nodded repeatedly.

Although some of the leaders still did not believe that his divine power would work, they could only try their best to make a Hail Mary effort.

Dong dong dong -- The sound of drums could be heard.

Only then did Zhou Jing come to the battlement and pretend to size up the Dragon King Stronghold's navy before looking at Chen Feng from afar.

Coincidentally, Chen Feng also looked over.

The two apostles looked at each other.

In the next moment, Chen Feng threw again, and the spear spun as it shot out.

Zhou Jing calmly watched as the spear quickly approached. Suddenly, he flicked his horsetail whisk.

Huu!

A strong wind suddenly rose, and the row of flags on the city wall immediately fluttered.

The flying spear seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand. The angle was raised, and it flew higher and higher in front of everyone. Then, it lost its strength and fell.

Seeing this scene, the noisy battlefield suddenly fell silent.

The Dragon King Stronghold stopped clamoring and sized up Daoist Yufeng, who was dressed in a Daoist robe, in surprise. The Heavenly King Stronghold, on the other hand, perked up, and their morale stopped falling.

"That Daoist is the legendary Perfected Master Windwalker?"

"He can actually resolve the Chief's methods. Looks like this person is not simple. The rumors are not all exaggerated. This Daoist really has some skills."

"That's right. If this Daoist didn't have any ability, why would the Imperial Court specially issue a decree for him to come and suppress us?"

Guo Haishen and the others revealed shocked expressions as they whispered to each other.

Zhou Jing cleared his throat and said loudly, "Greetings, Chief Chen."

Chen Feng looked straight at him and slowly said, "You're the guy who came on a crusade to suppress me?"

"I can't say that it's a crusade. It's just that the Imperial Astronomer Bureau said that you're an evil flood dragon in human form, so I came to investigate and compete with you."

"Evil Flood Dragon turning into a human? What a joke! Then according to your court, aren't all the heroes who are enemies with the Imperial Court the reincarnations of demons?"

Chen Feng snorted.

Zhou Jing raised his eyebrows and laughed to himself.

The last time he traveled, the characteristics were set up in Chen Feng's placement plan to cooperate with his acting. Chen Feng's synchronization rate was quite high now, and his placement intelligence was much more detailed. He could retort and rebut his words now.

However, Zhou Jing changed the topic,

"We're too far apart, and it's not convenient for me to shout. Why don't we talk when we're close?"

With that, he took a step out of the city wall and crossed the air amidst everyone's cries of surprise. He floated towards the ship where Chen Feng was like an immortal.

Under the gazes of countless people present, Zhou Jing gently landed at the bow of the ship, facing Chen Feng.

"How can a person fly without wings? Could this Daoist really be an immortal who has descended to the mortal world?"

On the ship, Guo Haishen, Fang Zhen, and the others were dumbfounded. They felt that this Daoist was unfathomable.

The leaders of the Dragon King Stronghold immediately acted as if they were facing a great enemy and subconsciously protected Chen Feng.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and was unmoved. He slowly said, "Perfected Master Windwalker lives up to his reputation."

"It's just a small trick. It's nothing much."

Zhou Jing smiled.

Immediately after, he looked around at the group of "familiar" faces on the ship and said,

"If we fight, I'm afraid it will affect others. I don't want to hurt anyone. Why don't we let the others retreat?"

"What an arrogant Daoist! Eat my blade first!"

Hong Dingxian was the first to shout. He drew his saber and was about to go forward to slash, planning to take the initiative.

However, Chen Feng held his spear horizontally and blocked Hong Dingxian.

The leaders looked at Chen Feng in confusion.

Chen Feng looked straight ahead and the corners of his mouth curled up as he spoke,

"There's always someone better. I knew that there were indeed experts in this world. It's like feeling the joy when being shown how to hunt for the first time... Bring the boys back to another ship and let me spar with him."