Chapter 632 - 78: Calamity
One Master, two Mages, four Martial Artists who have cultivated True Qi.
The Divine Thought swept across, and Fang Zheng clearly saw the appearance and aura of the approaching group.
Heh...
"Dare to bark madly before me without being a Master? If the tiger doesn’t show its might, do you really take me for a sick cat?"
The visitors moved swiftly, yet Fang Zheng’s voice was calm and steady, reaching their ears just as they closed in.
Not good!
The Great Mage at the forefront felt his heart pounding wildly, a sense of impending doom quietly rising in his Sea of Consciousness, hurriedly controlling his sword to charge forward.
At the critical moment, he suppressed the fear in his heart and chose not to escape, but to continue his attack.
He first sought a moment of respite before planning his next move.
If he fled, he feared there would not be a sliver of hope for survival.
"Zheng!"
A streak of black saber light flashed before his eyes.
The Great Mage’s Divine Thought moved, slashing and twisting his flying sword towards the saber light, and at the same time, he invoked a Magical Artifact to protect himself.
The next moment.
The saber light suddenly intensified.
The assault in front of him was as dense as a storm and as swift as thunder and lightning, the overwhelming saber light sweeping across his body.
"Puff!"
The Great Mage’s face turned blank, only feeling a slight warmth between his brows before his consciousness plunged into endless darkness.
The few behind him were terrified.
They saw even more clearly that Fang Zheng, who had been sitting in the center, was now standing with a saber in hand, swinging it steadily, and with a flash of the saber light, the Great Mage’s body was shattered.
Even,
All blood and essence were devoured by the strange long saber, leaving only a pile of bones scattered on the ground.
"Huh?"
Fang Zheng slightly raised his eyebrows.
Killing the opponent, the Dragon Slaying Saber unexpectedly autonomously absorbed the Qi and Blood from the deceased and shared a portion with him.
Even,
The essence transferred through the Dragon Slaying Saber became extremely pure, easily refined with a turn of True Qi.
Although a Great Mage was nothing to Fang Zheng at this time, it still invigorated his spirit.
Even the flow of mana within his body accelerated slightly.
Not bad...
No wonder it could become the inheritance token of the Yama Sect; despite some damage, the Dragon Slaying Saber was still remarkable.
The thought turned, but his hand did not slow down.
The black saber light, like a curtain, covered the few rushing at him, with streaks of lightning weaving through it.
He was a Martial Sect adept in close combat.
"Puff!"
"Crack..."
When the saber light dissipated, except for the Master who relied on a protective artifact to retreat dozens of feet and escape disaster, there was only a pile of bones in the field.
"Demon Dao!"
"Killing and still destroying the body, deserves death!"
Daoist Liangya trembled internally, and shouted:
"Fellow Daoists, join me in slaying this fiend to uphold justice, and the Namo Sect will reward richly upon success!"
Saying this,
With a wave of his long sleeve, True Qi transformed into an invisible hand, tearing open the underground chamber*.
At this time, the entire Yama Hall was in chaos, various streams of light traversing unordered, the battle array relentless.
Daoist Liangya clearly held some status, his voice attracting several escape lights to him immediately.
Near one person even laughed ’gaga’ eerily, controlling a flying sword straight towards Fang Zheng.
"To banish demons and uphold justice, how could Wei lag behind?"
The flying sword flashed like lightning, functioning smoothly, its momentum like the Yangtze River, with countless hidden reefs and whirlpools in the surging waves.
Clearly,
This was a Magical Sage adept in Sword Control Technique.
"Oh..."
Fang Zheng squinted, his long saber dancing wildly, seemingly disorderly, yet each slash precisely hit the incoming flying sword.
Furthermore, a peculiar vibrating force transmitted across space to his opponent.
"Hmm!"
"Be careful." Wei Jianxian growled low:
"His saber has issues!"
This saber, could actually wear away the spirituality on his flying sword, such a Treasure Saber..., if brought into my possession, my strength would surely increase significantly.
Indulged by greed, he didn’t retreat but advanced instead, his Sword Technique becoming increasingly vicious, targeting vital points with every move.
Daoist Liangya seized a moment to catch his breath, stabilizing his Qi, lightly patting the back of his head to release a Treasure Pearl.
"Go!"
"Ha..."
Facing the incoming objects, Fang Zheng’s expression did not change, and after adapting to the Dragon Slaying Saber suddenly his arm swelled.
Boom!
Boom!
...
A terrifying power surged from within him.
Heart Martial True Skill!
Through the refinement of the Elemental Thunder Skill and Yama Heart Sutra, his physical strength is now no less than a peak Martial Sect practitioner.
One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash!
"Crack..."
The dark saber light flashed and disappeared.
Whether it was the Treasure Pearl or the Flying Sword, under the sharp edge of the Dragon Slaying Saber, they could not withstand the force and shattered on the spot.
"Swish!"
Fang Zheng’s figure flickered, appearing beside Daoist Liangya, and with another flash of the Dragon Slaying Saber, a head flew high.
As it hit the ground,
the head’s essence and blood had been completely devoured, leaving only the skull.
In the distance.
The Magical Treasure connected to his life was destroyed, and Wei Jianxian’s face flushed with shock, he turned and attempted to escape.
But he did not notice the ground beneath him shaking, as both a Bone Sword and a Bone Lock Chain emerged simultaneously.
The Bone Sword wrapped around, and the chain’s tip stabbed fiercely.
"Puff!"
A bisected corpse fell to the ground.
In the moment of the skirmish, several dozen auras approached at an astonishing speed.
"It seems the Dragon Slaying Saber isn’t without its limits in devouring others’ Qi and Blood; most of the Qi and Blood is wasted after slaying a Master."
"Such is to be expected, otherwise wielding this saber would make one invincible as long as they kept killing."
Shaking his head, Fang Zheng soared into the sky, his gaze sweeping over the approaching figures, eyes turning cold.
He then took a deep breath, his chest swelling, mouth slightly open.
The next moment.
"Roar!"
Wind and Thunder Roar!
A violent sound wave, as if tangible, erupted from his mouth, causing ripples in the air for miles around due to the vibrations.
Where the sound wave passed,
houses collapsed, and rocky mountains crumbled.
Even after the sound wave had passed, the rolling thunder swept through, leaving many confused and dazed.
Unbeknownst to them, blood trickled from their ear orifices, leaving them merely aware of the sudden stillness.
All was silent.
This bizarre scene left the approaching crowd staring at one another, momentarily at a loss before they regained their senses.
"Ah!"
"My ears!"
"I can’t hear... can’t hear anymore!"
......
Fang Zheng stood suspended in mid-air, raging winds swirling, his clothes flapping wildly, his restless Qi and Blood gradually calming down.
The fusion of two Cultivation Techniques had made all inconveniences vanish.
In the past,
though his use of Magical Artifacts was fairly powerful, it never compared to a Magical Sage’s seamless versatility, lacking in agility.
In combat, he often resorted to hacking with a Flying Sword, which was quite a disappointment.
Now, things were different!
Channeling Mana was like moving his own arm; with a mere thought, his Magical Artifact activated with seamless ease.
Moreover,
the power of his Magical Artifacts had significantly increased.
His physical body had also transformed; if before it was comparable to pure steel, now it was like turning that steel into a spring.
Its essence unchanged, but its flexibility and explosiveness had increased several times over.
Through the fusion of the Cultivation Techniques, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit had further integrated into one, with his Primordial Spirit nearing formation.
The formation of the Primordial Spirit marks the traits of a Rogue Immortal.
Having greatly increased cultivation base and strength should be joyous.
Yet his mood,
gradually sank.
His gaze swept over the nearby people, focusing on a figure several miles away, as the Celestial Secret Compass in the depths of his Sea of Consciousness began to operate spontaneously.
Calamity!
Iron Flute Immortal!
Indeed...
The foreseen death calamity was this person, and the aura on the other was abnormal, likely nearing a breakthrough gateway.
If this calamity were to be avoided, the Iron Flute Immortal would most likely achieve Rogue Immortal, and then he fears facing a nine deaths and one life situation.
No!
Ten deaths without life is more like it!
Even if thousands of elite soldiers from Gu’an County formed a battle array, they would be no match for a Rogue Immortal.
At this moment, the Iron Flute Immortal happened to turn back, the two meeting eyes across miles, their intangible Qi Forces clashing in mid-air.
"Interesting!"
"To think that Fang Zheng of Gu’an County is so formidable; the rumors in the streets are not only off but utterly absurd!"
He lightly shook his head, muttering to himself:
"However..."
"It appears the Sun and Moon Divine Jade indeed has its merits, capable of acquiring treasures while avenging, achieving two goals with one move."