Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
On the bloodied grass patch in the restricted zone, Wang Baole’s figure erged. He had already changed his top, and the armor made from the fragnts from the puppets had been removed from his body. He was just wearing a simple Ethereal Dao College Daoist robe.
His slightly rotund body had significantly slimd down after experiencing the ordeals, and even his face looked more chiseled than before.
That was especially so as a look of peace was exuded from his eyes. It was like the calm night sky before a storm. It seed deep, and at the sa ti carried a scary and heavily suppressed madness.
He held the seventh-grade Dharmic Armant in his hands as hurricanes erupted around him. Behind him, the figure of a crocodile appeared amidst the blood-stained restricted zone.
Wang Baole appeared like a God of Slaughter returning from hell. As he stepped out, the vibe emanating from him settled. The movent of his cultivation was undetectable, but from the Dharmic Armant he held in his hands, one could see that there was unlimited power within Wang Baole’s body. It made the once defiant saber, which would have easily attacked its owner, obey Wang Baole!
Along the way, Wang Baole didn’t have the mood to joke, to mumble to himself, or to self-deprecate. He had an optimistic personality, but it depended on the situation. Right now, there was only one word in his mind.
And that was... Kill!
The person he wanted to kill most was the old lady from the Galactic Dusk Sect that destroyed his Dao Foundation and took away his chance for Foundation Establishnt. The next person he wanted to kill was... Zhou Fei from the Five Generation Sky Clan!
Up next would be those cultivators who had pursued him in order to kill him. It didn’t matter if they were True Breath realm or Foundation Establishnt realm cultivators. Based on Wang Baole’s judgnt, with the exception of the old lady that he was not able to kill, he would be able to turn the others into corpses the mont he t them.
As he walked out, a thick fog circled in the restricted zone behind Wang Baole. The Moon Spirits and Night Immortals all followed behind him silently, as if sending him off with respect.
The three Foundation Establishnt cultivators from the Galactic Dusk Sect who were waiting outside the restricted zone saw this with their own eyes. They had been indignant about simply leaving, so they were waiting for the fog to dissipate in an attempt to snatch Wang Baole’s corpse and the Dharmic Armant.
Seeing the fog churning, they were initially excited as they thought that the fog was about to dissipate. However, very quickly, when they saw that the figure that had erged from the fog was Wang Baole, they were shocked. Instinctively, their intention to kill kicked in, but at the sa ti, an indescribable, bizarre feeling arose in their hearts.
The mont those thoughts and feelings surfaced, they seed to be transford to shock and disbelief, as they saw that there were innurable Night Immortals and Moon Spirits erging from the fog and following behind Wang Baole. They seed to be sending him off respectfully and only stopped when Wang Baole had completely left the restricted zone. After that, they even lowered their heads, as if bowing to send him off!
This scene created a noisy buzz in the trio’s minds. Their breathing quickened, and their eyes were about to fall out of their sockets at the unbelievable scene they had witnessed.
The Moon Spirits... The Night Immortals... They’re bowing to him?
This Wang Baole... Not only did he not die, he even recovered fully?
The three Foundation Establishnt cultivators from the Galactic Dusk Sect were shaken. Even though they didn’t manage to see Wang Baole’s exact level of cultivation, they all instinctively chose to take a step backwards.
However, at the exact instant they retreated, a killer’s glance erged from Wang Baole, who had just stepped out from the restricted zone. He had long sensed the presence of the trio, and would never let go of the chance. The mont they were about to escape, Wang Baole’s speed erupted with a turn of his body!
He was so fast that it was astonishing. Sonic booms erupted after him, even becoming a form of impact under the extre speed. It led to many different tree branches breaking off after being shaken violently, and even a Foundation Establishnt cultivator would be unsteady and filled with shock. At that mont, Wang Baole dashed past the Foundation Establishnt cultivator, his saber shimring. The Foundation Establishnt cultivator trembled as he scrambled, a look of disbelief on his face as he looked at Wang Baole who had stopped in front of him.
“You...” The Foundation Establishnt cultivator seed to want to say sothing, but he had no chance. He only managed a word before a bloody wound appeared on his neck, and his head fell to the ground. His decapitated body had blood spurting out from the neck as it fell to the side.
It was a clean kill of a Foundation Establishnt cultivator in the sa realm. Wang Baole didn’t even use all his power. His position as a green lotus Foundation Establishnt cultivator, coupled with his Dharmic Armant, allowed him to beco the top cultivator within the Foundation Establishnt realm!
Without even looking at the Foundation Establishnt cultivator’s corpse, Wang Baole turned and looked coldly in the direction the other two had escaped, before charging after them!
Right now, a middle-aged Foundation Establishnt cultivator from the Galactic Dusk Sect who happened to be standing in another direction was aghast with fear. His mind exploded with activity as if heavy waves were crashing violently in his head. An indescribable sense of fear uncontrollably erged in his heart.
How could this be possible? He couldn’t believe his eyes. The death of his comrade made him feel that he was in a nightmare. He couldn’t imagine how Wang Baole could survive within the restricted zone. Not only that, but he managed to heal his injuries fully and even beca so strong that it was unbelievable!
However, there was ant to be no answer to his doubts. As he tried to escape and dodge like a maniac, Wang Baole was like an arrow that had left its bow, approaching him at an extrely high speed. If one were to look down on the ground from the sky, Wang Baole appeared ten tis faster than the other people, catching up with the others in just a few steps.
“This is a misunderstanding... Wang Baole, listen to ...” The Foundation Establishnt cultivator was taken aback. He imdiately tried to explain himself, but what he got in return was the cold gaze from Wang Baole’s eyes that carried a heavy sense of his intention to kill, and the glow from the saber that covered his entire world as it approached in the blink of an eye!
The glow from the saber was transford into a gigantic crocodile. As the sonic boom erged, the crocodile opened its mouth and sneered, swallowing the person whole. When the glow disappeared, the Foundation Establishnt cultivator’s body broke apart into several pieces, and Wang Baole turned and charged towards the third person!
Wang Baole rembered clearly that those three Foundation Establishnt realm cultivators clad in armor had ambushed him, causing his injuries to worsen after a futile attempt at suppressing them!
“You’re fast?” Wang Baole was soft and calm, his voice like a winter chill as he spoke to the third cultivator who had escaped a certain distance away. The cultivator was frantically calling for help with his jade slip. His pupils constricted and his mind buzzed with activity as he took out nurous Numinous Treasures, activating all kinds of spells to try to defend himself while shouting out loud.
“Wang Baole, I have already sent out information about you! You still have ti to leave, if not, the Elder will co and prosecute you!”
Wang Baole seed not to have heard the threat spat out by the Foundation Establishnt cultivator. With a few steps, he raised his right hand and waved, and lightning appeared instantly from the skies. The lightning was ten tis thicker than when he was in the True Breath realm, erupting while creating a loud boom. It erged in layers, forming swords that interlaced to form a lightning net. No matter how hard the Foundation Establishnt cultivator tried to defend himself and fight back, it was futile as he was completely covered and electrocuted by the lightning net under the chilly gaze from Wang Baole.
Waves of painful screams reverberated as the Foundation Establishnt cultivator’s body was diced into tens of pieces. As the pieces fell to the ground, the screams halted.
Wang Baole neared in broad steps, standing beside the corpse and stepping on the jade slip used by the cultivator. With a small force, he broke it into pieces.
“What I really wanted was for you to send out that voice transmission. This way, I don’t have to find people to kill one by one,” Wang Baole spoke calmly. Killing three people was insufficient to eliminate the hatred in his heart. He turned and stared in the direction of the restricted zone for a long ti. When he turned around, Wang Baole went in the opposite direction in huge strides, carrying an extrely strong sense of viciousness and intention to kill.
I didn’t want to kill anyone originally. However, since the Galactic Dusk Sect wants to play the ga of survival of the fittest, then I’ll go according to their style.
I want to see for myself the number of people they can send for to kill!
There’s also Zhou Fei. I wish he would co find himself and save the trouble of searching for him. Wang Baole narrowed his eyes as he disappeared within the forest. He left behind three incomplete corpses in three different areas, filling the mystic realm with even more blood as its stench spread in all directions.
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