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Chapter 68: Kill
Chapter 68: Kill
In an underground cave, a group of cultivators surrounded a burly man, approaching Fang Xing.
Most of these cultivators were at the early to middle stages of Qi Refinement, donning different Taoist robes and ritual garments, some even patched. However, they all bore the same mark on their chests and backs, indicating their affiliation to the same faction.
The burly man in their midst, Luo Hong, had a square face and a purple beard. He strode with the confidence of a tiger, his every glance exuding an air of dominance.
"Greetings, friend. I am Luo Hong, the leader of the 'Heavenly Alliance.' I'd like to befriend you... May I ask who your esteemed master is?" Luo Hong's voice boomed, his body emanating a vibrant spiritual aura indicative of a late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator!
In Qinglin Fang City, late-stage Qi Refinement was the pinnacle of power!
Take, for example, the leader of the Black Absolute Three Tigers, whom Fang Xing had slain, or Zhou Tong...
'Truly, in the absence of a tiger, a monkey believes himself a king... Moreover, cultivators tend to look down on warriors, thinking I have a master backing me?' Fang Xing thought with a smile, regarding this makeshift gang with disdain. He replied with a deep, commanding voice, "Scram!"
"What did you say?" Luo Hong's smile froze, and the cultivators behind him bristled with indignation.
Since when could a warrior speak to them like that?
Ever since they had followed Leader Luo and formed the Heavenly Alliance, when had they ever been treated with such humiliation?
"I'm just expressing my goodwill..." Fang Xing sighed.
This group of cultivators was clearly envious of his wealth.
If he spoke gently and tried to negotiate, it would only embolden them further and lead to more unpleasantness.
By bluntly telling them to scram, he was showing them that he had the upper hand. If they could back down and leave, it would be a win-win situation.
Of course, there was also the possibility that they were stubborn fools who wouldn't listen to reason, in which case, there was nothing more to be done.
"Alright, alright, let's go!" Luo Hong's expression darkened, and he turned to leave.
"Leader!" A graceful, mature woman at his side stepped forward. "Why don't we..." She made a gesture.
"After all, this place was jointly opened by several factions. We should still give them some face. Did you leave your spiritual imprint?" Luo Hong lowered his voice.
"Of course. That mere warrior won't be able to detect our methods." The woman giggled.
"Excellent. How dare he provoke us like this? Once we're out, we'll chase him down and finish him off... No matter who's backing him, even if it's a Foundation Establishment cultivator, can't we still run away if we can't fight them?" Luo Hong's face twisted with malice.
They had already stooped to robbery and murder; who cared about the future?
When it came to ambushing cultivators, it was either the sheep died or the hunter died. It was that simple! In this uncertain city, every spirit stone was crucial, and who knew how many were stained with blood!
...
Half an hour later, Fang Xing emerged from the underground cave, strolling amidst the ruins with a casual air.
For a warrior like him, such a complex environment provided the perfect terrain advantage!
Especially for a solitary warrior, being besieged in these alleys was a welcome scenario! This was a regular subject taught in schools, even appearing in exams!
In his hand, the Tiger Demon Blade hummed with a hunger for blood.
Under the cover of darkness and howling wind, it was the perfect night for a killing!
"In this romantic setting, a flash of lightning and a pouring rain would complete the atmosphere!" Fang Xing sighed, then propelled himself forward with a stomp of his foot, vanishing from sight!
A thunderous crash resounded.
Where he had stood, a deep pit now marred the flagstone pavement, with countless cracks spreading from it in all directions...
No, he hadn't vanished; he had simply moved too fast!
Behind him, Luo Hong polished his flying sword, a luminous robe draped over his body.
This flying sword of his was named 'Jade Spring,' ranking as an upper-grade first-tier weapon. Its blade was like water, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.
Beside him, the mature woman held a detection talisman, her eyes glinting with spiritual light. "He suddenly disappeared... But my spiritual imprint indicates that he's rapidly approaching us..."
"Approaching us? Is he here to surrender?" asked a chubby man in a hemp robe, a smirk on his face.
How could a mere warrior hope to stand against their Heavenly Alliance? They boasted several dozen members, and this time, Leader Luo had brought twelve of their elite, collectively known as the 'Thirteen Tyrants.'
Any one of them could drown that brat with their spells!
Just then, a dragon's roar seemed to echo from the darkness!
A terrifying martial will slammed into the minds of the cultivators like a heavy hammer.
"Not good! Use the 'Calm Spirit Talismans'!" Luo Hong's hairpin, a spiritual artifact shaped like a serpent with ruby-red eyes, suddenly stirred, bringing him back to his senses.
Realizing they were facing an enemy skilled in spiritual attacks, he quickly activated the defensive measure, and his luminous robe transformed into a white jade shield, protecting him.
In the next moment, a dark figure burst from the shadows, blade flashing.
The chubby man in the hemp robe still wore a smile, but his head was now flying through the air, his expression frozen in shock.
This man had reached the sixth layer of Qi Refinement, the highest among their group aside from their leader, yet he died without even a chance to use his spells or artifacts.
In the face of death, all were equal!
Luo Hong's eyes twitched as he witnessed the scene before him. His loud command, infused with spiritual power, failed to rouse his followers from their daze. What kind of attack had they just witnessed? Could it be... spiritual sense?
But the battle had already begun, and there was no room for further thought.
As far as the eye could see, Fang Xing's blade flashed with light, piercing two nearby cultivators.
"Bold!" Luo Hong roared in anger, and his Jade Spring Sword transformed into a stream of light, its sword aura chilling as it pressed towards Fang Xing.
Subsequently, he produced an ancient-looking bronze bell and gently rang it, creating a majestic and vast sound.
The members of the Heavenly Alliance, who had been overwhelmed by Fang Xing's dragon intent, finally snapped out of their daze and frantically tore away their protective talismans. Some cast spells or wielded spiritual artifacts to besiege Fang Xing.
This 'Mystic Sound Bell' was an 'exotic treasure' Luo Hong had obtained from a secret realm! Unlike spiritual artifacts used by Qi Refinement cultivators or spiritual treasures used by Foundation Establishment cultivators, exotic treasures did not require a master. They only needed to be infused with spiritual power to function and often produced extraordinary effects.
This Mystic Sound Bell could awaken one's spirit and guard their sea of consciousness!
Furthermore, as Luo Hong rang the bell again, invisible sound waves assailed Fang Xing.
"Hah!"
Fang Xing's blade glinted, and he moved with his weapon, deflecting the Jade Spring Flying Sword with a single strike.
Simultaneously, a 'Gong Defense Talisman' was activated, enveloping him in a phantom golden bell.
Protected by the bell, a nanite protective suit covered his entire body, not even sparing his eyes. It was as if he had donned a layer of silver-white armor.
After taking these precautions, Fang Xing paid no heed to the remaining attackers, and with each swing of his long blade, the Ghost King Blade struck again, sending several heads flying!
"Impossible!" Luo Hong's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched his confidants reduced to a pile of severed fingers and remains.
He saw low-level spells transformed into a colorful deluge... Various wooden vines, fireballs, and water arrows nearly engulfing Fang Xing.
But in the next moment, the vines were torn apart, and the fireballs and water arrows struggled to break through the phantom golden bell, causing only shallow marks on the layer of silver-white armor.
Fang Xing seemed to have transformed into a silver-clad Grim Reaper, emerging from the spell deluge unscathed, each strike effortlessly tearing through defensive shields and spiritual artifacts, claiming the lives of Luo Hong's confidants.
'Could he be a body cultivator?'
'No, that's impossible... Could body cultivation be this strong?'
Luo Hong's Mystic Sound Bell served both offensive and defensive purposes, and the 'Confusion God Sound' it produced could even affect late-stage Qi Refinement experts. Yet, Fang Xing seemed completely unaffected. It was as if his sea of consciousness, a supposed weakness for body cultivators, was impervious to the sound.
'Could he be... a second-stage body cultivator?'
Perhaps only the spiritual sense of a second-stage body cultivator could resist the Confusion God Sound!
But Luo Hong's astonishment was short-lived as Fang Xing closed in on him.
"Leader... save me..."
The woman's voice, tinged with tears, reached Luo Hong's ears, and he saw the number one beauty of the gang, her face filled with resentment. A line of blood appeared on her forehead, and her body split open, revealing a Killing God behind her.
"Indeed, martial arts are meant for real combat!"
Fang Xing resembled a Killing God, and his Tiger Demon Blade danced with exquisite moves. Without once touching the Jade Spring Sword's blade, he deftly struck the sword's body, sending the high-grade spiritual artifact flying.
After all, the Blood Refinement artifact was only low-grade, and going blow for blow with a high-grade flying sword would easily break it.
Thus, Fang Xing used his skill to deflect the Jade Spring Sword each time.
However, aside from this late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator's attacks, he could virtually ignore the rest! Throughout the bloody battle, not a single opponent had breached his defenses!
Even when the nanite protective suit sustained damage, a surge of silver-white liquid quickly mended the breach...
Of course, Fang Xing, protected by the suit, could still feel the impact of various shocks, high temperatures, and corrosive spell effects.
Fortunately, his Dragon Scale Elephant Hide, Jade Skin, Willow Tendon, and Steel Bone physique easily withstood these assaults.
'Anyone else, even a innate master, would likely have been shaken to death by those spells...
'But I'm different!'
Fang Xing thrust out his long blade, and the Ghost King Blade's Ghost Slaying technique transformed into a fierce blade beam, heavily slamming into Luo Hong's body shield.
By now, of the Heavenly Alliance's Thirteen Tyrants who had pursued him, only their leader remained!
'This guy is not simple. He's stronger than the previous two late-stage Qi Refinement cultivators... And that bell, it can protect his mind and keep him from being affected by my dragon intent!'
Fang Xing slashed out with his blade, and then he slashed out again.
In the air, three consecutive blade shadows loomed, and with the infusion of innate true qi, the Tiger Demon Blade's blade beam swelled, causing cracks to appear on the surface of the white jade shield!
"Wait..."
Luo Hong quickly retreated, his face drenched in cold sweat.
He could never have imagined that this seemingly ordinary warrior was, in fact, a hidden Killing God! How could a cultivator, with body cultivation nearing the second stage, be so shameless as to conceal his spiritual power fluctuations and masquerade as a mortal?!
People could only recognize what was within their cognitive range.
In Luo Hong's worldview, only body cultivators could be this formidable, not some mere warrior!
"We can talk..."
His expression was exceptionally sincere as he pleaded for peace amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood left by his subordinates.
(End of Chapter)
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