Chapter 311: Chapter 58 The Image from the Knife Chapter 311: Chapter 58 The Image from the Knife Massacre them all?
This left Mo Yuanqing stunned.
Though Mo Yuanqing also viewed the people of Liu village with disdain, having stayed there for several days, the villagers regardless of their willingness had always maintained the humblest and most respectful attitude. The people from Supre Mountain had received the most impeccable service here. But now that everything was clear, the plan to slaughter all the villagers seed untenable.
Moreover, with Liu ngjiang already dead, does that an even the won and children must be killed?
But Mo Yuantu had already gone mad at this point: “Kill them all! Kill them all! The treasures, the wealth… All of it belongs to us! Who dares to take it away!? Kill them all! Kill them all!”
“Why should such trash still live?!”
With the order given, he personally rushed forward, his sword flashing like lightning, cutting down anyone in his path.
For a mont, screams filled the air, never ceasing.
Therefore, under the insane orders of Mo Yuantu, the experts of Supre Mountain began wantonly slaughtering everyone.
They even pursued the caretakers fleeing from Liu Village, fulfilling Uncle Mo’s Command: Spare none!
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In Yuezhou City.
Many silver and bronze ranked assassins of the Heavenly Judge noticed that targets that had been silent for a while, suddenly appeared on the once quite Heavenly Judgnt. Even more, the targets weren’t far from them which made every assassin very excited.
Those who had been idle for a long ti had already started to move towards them.
However, erging marvelously were the few that had acted promptly. They had just taken their first steps, not even covering half the distance, when they discovered in surprise that all the targets had instantly vanished.
Their disappearance here didn’t an they’d completed their missions, but that they were simply gone!
That ant these targets had been killed by soone other than a Heavenly Judge assassin!
But how could that be?
In the continent of Anping, the strong were the most respected. Vendettas and factional feuds were countless. Still, it wasn’t unheard of for targets listed on the Heavenly Judgnt to be killed by soone else, not an assassin, but cases where hundreds of targets suddenly appeared and then disappeared in a very short ti were unheard of and beyond comprehension.
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Feng Yin, carrying Feng Ying, rushed to their destination using the Sky Stealer technique he had recently mastered. Like a light breeze, he swiftly swept over the vast landscape.
With the natural operation of the Spiritual Transformation Technique, Feng Yin’s back injury had already healed, and the damage caused by the earth-level cultivator was rapidly recovering.
Feng Yin wasn’t aware that Sky Stealer had targeted him, but he and Zhuang Weiran had already planned that after Liu ngjiang was killed, they would get away as fast and as far as possible.
At the maximum pace possible.
So, in just a few monts, he had exceeded the range of all the trees he had imbued with spiritual energy.
At this mont, he was already in an entirely new forest.
But he still hadn’t slowed down, continuing at the maximum speed and running wildly for over four hundred miles, before finally, after several turns in a dense forest, he ca to a stop at a thousand-year-old tree.
His mystical energy was fluid and smooth, and after just a touch, Feng Yin felt confident hiding in the dense foliage of the tree, observing and listening to everything around him.
After so ti, the tree conveyed a strong sense of gratitude.
After briefly communicating, Feng Yin and Feng Ying entered the trunk of the tree. Using the Spiritual Transformation Technique’s vital energy imbued in the tree, Feng Yin began to recover.
Though Feng Yin had only taken action twice throughout the night, each blow had drained him completely. Heavily injuring his opponent in a direct confrontation with an earth-level cultivator, if it weren’t for the knife’s assistance, as well as Feng Ying’s Nine-Tailed Sky Cat True Form’s “Blue Wind Blade” finishing strike, whether he could have ultimately defeated his opponent was uncertain.
This was the strength of an earth-level cultivator, a level of strength that Feng Yin knew his current self was incapable of matching.
Then there was Madam Mo’s sword; though the wound it left seed long, it was not deep. However, the trouble was the intrinsic energy of an earth-level cultivator. If it weren’t for the transformations caused by the Spiritual Transformation Technique in Feng Yin’s body, rely that small bit of the sword’s energy could have trapped a human-level cultivator for a long ti making it hard for them to heal!
That said, it was also true that without the support of the Spiritual Transformation Technique’s vital energy, Feng Yin wouldn’t have been able to run hundreds of miles at top speed in his battered state, reaching this point in a place where he could recover.
The tree swayed in the fierce wind, absorbing all traces and slls of Feng Yin’s presence and eradicated them entirely.
After a brief recovery, Feng Yin began to tend to his wounds only to find that they had already healed and scabbed over. This was healing at its best, just a little later and he would have been completely restored!
This reality made him laugh and shake his head. He absentmindedly chuckled a bit.
Then he took Feng Ying out of his pocket to check on him, finding that the little guy was just out of energy but had already recovered a lot. He was blinking up at Feng Yin with his big eyes.
“Yi Wu? Yi Wu.”
“It’s safe! We’re safe now!”
Feng Yin vigorously rubbed the little guy’s head.
Instantly, the little fellow ca to life, climbing all over Feng Yin.
Finally, he climbed onto Feng Yin’s head, pushed his hair aside to make a nest, and squatted down.
Feng Yin and Feng Ying were now cultivating in the tree, recovering their spiritual power and strength.
And as a result, this ancient tree received imnse benefit, bathing in the endless tidal wave of spiritual energy for a long ti…
The tree which was once on the brink of death and seemingly lifeless was now brimming with life and vitality. Gradually, from the inside out, a rejuvenated aura was evident. There was no exaggeration in saying that from this mont on, this would no longer be an ordinary tree.
It had beco a magical tree, or better said, a Spirit Tree!
If nothing happened unexpectedly, living a few more tens of thousands of years would not be a problem.
If there was a chance, a serendipitous mont to advance even further… How far could the future unfold? It was beyond Feng Yin’s comprehension, and hard to conclude.
Through this battle, Feng Yin gained a whole new understanding of the Spiritual Transformation Technique and the Sky Opening Nine Styles.
This battle had indeed been a brush with the grim reaper!
It could not be described as anything less than perilous.
Yet, it is such close encounters with death that often pushes one to ignite their deepest potentials. There isn’t a hint of falsity in this statent.
At that mont, Feng Yin’s heart was crystal clear, fully comprehending the true essence of Sky Opening Nine Styles.
Casting everything aside, forsaking all!
Sword in hand, I am invincible!
No matter how many enemies lie before and behind , no matter how powerful these enemies are, with one swing of my sword, everything becos irrelevant!
Even my own life and death borders on insignificance!
The grandeur that surpasses life itself, that trivializes life and death, that audacious spirit when the sword is in hand that disregards the heroes of the world!
It made Feng Yin’s heart surge with emotion, wishing for another round!!
The heroic spirit and audacity to face imminent danger from behind and a formidable enemy ahead, and yet dismiss, neglect, and fear nothing, brandishing the sword regardless, is the spirit of ‘Sky Opening’… it was an irresistible, captivating, invincible ntality…
It was absolutely enchanting!
So, this is the essence, the true Sky Opening Nine Styles!
Feng Yin reached enlightennt!
At this mont, the sword in his consciousness suddenly shone like a small sun amidst the sea of knowledge in his mind.
The size of the sword increased rapidly.
A scene was unfolding rapidly within Feng Yin’s mind.
It depicted a figure standing on flat ground, brandishing his sword!
He was standing there, beyond him laid endless hills and forests under the broad sky; yet he stood alone, simple and plain, creating the subtle impression that he was standing at a high point, overlooking everything below him!
Just looking at the figure’s silhouette stirred a sense of majesty, dominance, tenacity, and strength that naturally arose within one.
On the other side of the sky, countless enemies ca swarming in. So had wings, so had multiple arms and heads, others were diverse powerful divine beasts, and so enemies even arrived with the grandeur of tearing through the void itself.
The enemies, too nurous to count, charged with grim faces full of murderous intent!
But the figure standing on the ground remained steadfast and motionless like a mountain, not even shaking a thread on his robe.
He simply stood there, watching the group of incoming enemies. Even without seeing his face, Feng Yin could imagine that this was an unparalleled hero, who held this band of rabble in contempt!
Finally, they approached!
The figure did not waste a single breath, rely taking one step forward and lifting his sword, but that one step alone exuded an era-defining might!
Then, the sword descended!
Feng Yin saw it clearly, it was the first strike of the Sky Opening Nine Styles!
The disordered Chaos Strike!
After the strike, only silence was left between the heavens and the earth!
All enemies, all opposition, shattered into fragnts under this strike, scattered in disarray!
Having released his strike, the figure hoisted his large sword onto his back and strode forward.
One step at a ti, its pace was steady. Though fast, each step gave a unique sensation that mountains were shifting, and the entire world was moving along with him!
Only when the scene vanished did this peculiar feeling of commanding everyone and everything’s attention end!
Feng Yin was panting heavily, his mouth dry and tongue parched.
He understood now, this was the true Sky Opening Nine Styles!
This was the true Chaos Strike!
Such majesty, such courage!
So mighty, capable of crushing armies, unstoppable!
Then reminiscing about the strike he used, which he had taken pride in, his face blushed with sha!
If the figure’s strike was akin to cleaving the heavens and the earth, Feng Yin’s could only be compared to chopping through the chopping board – at most, it was equivalent to slashing through the bones of a rib at a butcher’s block!
The difference, the gap, was too big. It was like comparing the heavens and the earth!
Feng Yin closed his eyes, he strived to recall every detail he had seen, over and over, the more he pondered about it, the more intoxicated he felt!
When would he be able to reach that point?
When would he be able to unleash such a strike?
Feng Yin had a feeling. If he could one day unleash that strike, he might be able to split the entire continent in two!
Although this thought seed improbable, Feng Yin held a steadfast belief that he could do it!
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