Chapter 105 - 76: Blood Seal Heavy Pupils and White Bones, The Troubles of Reaping Too Much
At this moment, in the heavy rain, near the Profound Iron Chain Bridge, two Four-Armed Martial Cultivators, each wielding weapons, were fighting Hu Shuo and Nalan Yunzhu. The injured Hu Shuo could barely hold on, but Nalan Yunzhu was already covered in wounds and teetering on the verge of collapse. Another Four-Armed Martial Cultivator was exerting tremendous force with his four arms, pulling out the last Profound Iron Posture linking the mountain peak and throwing it into the thousand-zhang abyss below.
The twelve chains connecting Juefeng Mountain and the opposite peak instantly plummeted downwards with a loud CRASH!
The surrounding Martial Cultivators stood in the rain with complex expressions, yet none dared to step forward and stop them...
Lin Xuankong rushed forward, his gaze as cold as ice. He traversed over a hundred zhang in an instant, Divine Thunder crackling around his body before striking the ground. In a flash, countless bolts of lightning merged into three paths, spanning over ten zhang, striking the three Four-Armed Martial Cultivators.
These three Four-Armed Martial Cultivators were all at Tier Three Cultivation, their strength remarkable. The lightning attacks from Hu Shuo and Nalan Yunzhu, when they struck the three, could only deplete some of their Qi Blood and were completely unable to disrupt the offensive rhythm of their four arms.
When Lin Xuankong’s Divine Thunder Illusion struck, the three of them trembled simultaneously. Their Qi Blood was rapidly drained, and then their bodies became covered in a vast amount of lightning. They turned charred black, their four arms grew rigid, and their four eyes instantly flipped white!
Hu Shuo and Nalan Yunzhu swung their weapons, and the heads of two Four-Armed Martial Cultivators flew off, rolling onto the ground.
Lin Xuankong collected his lightning and walked toward the remaining Four-Armed Martial Cultivator.
The man’s body was charred, his four eyes revealing a mad glint. "Haha, the Marsh Python Demon Pearl, unseen for a hundred years! Such a treasure, how can your Yin Talisman Sect possibly withstand it? It should belong to our Gu Yue Sect..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Xuankong stepped forward and silenced him instantly.