524: Chapter 517: Taking Action 524: Chapter 517: Taking Action Within the City Lord Mansion, mbers of the Bloodthirsty Sect were fleeing for their lives in all directions.
From the mont they barged into the banquet hall until now, only a few breaths of ti had passed.
Their number, originally a dozen or so, was now reduced to just a few still alive.
Zheng Donglai had just ascended into the sky, maneuvering a disc-shaped Magic Artifact.
A sword light exhibiting a rainbow of colors shot out from the banquet hall, pursuing him closely.
Compared to his flight speed with the Magic Artifact, the speed of the sword light was at least several tis faster.
Though it started later, it arrived first; in just an instant, the sword light had cleaved into Zheng Donglai.
“Puchi,” blood splattered everywhere.
Following that, Zheng Donglai let out a miserable scream and fell from the sky like a plumting bird.
The rainbow sword light in the sky turned with a spin, transforming into a tall figure clad in cyan clothing.
This figure was, without a doubt, Duan Changkong.
He stood tall in the air, his power so great that he was the sword, and the sword was him; as for his physical form, it had long been discarded.
Looking down from above, he observed all beneath him.
His gaze fell straight onto the street where Zheng Donglai had crashed.
Most of the street, densely covered in cracks, spread out from where Zheng Donglai had landed, resembling a spiderweb.
The sword light transford by Duan Changkong, with that single strike, had almost bisected him alive.
At that mont, he was dead beyond any doubt, with not the slightest hint of life left in him.
As a cultivator of the Sky-controlling Realm, he was undoubtedly a strong figure compared to the average cultivator.
But facing Duan Changkong, who had endured the Nine Realms’ Heavenly Tribulation, Zheng Donglai couldn’t even block a single strike.
After confirming that Zheng Donglai was truly dead, Duan cast his gaze toward another location within the city.
His eyes bore a profound light, shimring with a rainbow luster.
Gazing through the solid earth, it seed as though he could see a mass of polluted blood speeding away from the city at a terrifying rate.
Upon reaching the Manifestation of the Seventh Realm, one would possess extraordinary abilities, able to take on their True Form.
Cultivators of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, when cultivated to this degree, manifest their True Form as a sword.
So swords showcase a characteristic of sharpness, others possess the Extre Speed Characteristic, and yet others exhibit the attribute of piercing the void…
Even though they are both sword-shaped True Forms, the extraordinary abilities they possess are bound to differ.
But for cultivators within the Bloodthirsty Sect, they are certainly different from those of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.
Upon achieving Seventh Realm Manifestation, their True Form is mostly a mass of polluted blood.
At this mont, the mass of polluted blood within Duan Changkong’s sight was unmistakably that of Fang Qingshan.
Compared to Zheng Donglai, who had just died by Duan’s hand, Fang Qingshan was higher by an entire Great Realm, his prowess much stronger.
Realizing that the situation was dire, he imdiately transford into a mass of polluted blood and seeped into the ground.
When the Bloodthirsty Sect mbers invaded the banquet hall, it wasn’t just Duan Changkong inside.
The other Demon Cubs could be dealt with by people like Sun Qingfeng and Zhao Junyi.
His main targets were the two leaders, Zheng Donglai and Fang Qingshan.
Now that Zheng Donglai had perished under his sword, his remaining target was only Fang Qingshan.
When Duan Changkong’s gaze penetrated the thick earth to find Fang Qingshan, it seed Fang Qingshan sensed it too.
His True Form, the mass of polluted blood, appeared to use so thod to overexert his potential, and in an instant, his speed surged.
In just a blink of an eye, he had passed through the ground and reached outside Jinshan City.
“The True Form unveiled, possessing Divine Stealth through the earth, is sowhat interesting.”
“But with these little tricks alone, hoping to escape from beneath the eyes of Duan is naively optimistic.”
“Rainbow Sword erges, shake the earth, and slice for !”
With a raise of his eyebrows, Duan Changkong wore a look of disdain and let out a cold laugh.
His standing figure twisted and transford.
The next mont, a Five-Colored Giant Sword, spanning over a hundred ters in length, appeared between heaven and earth.
This gigantic sword, with just a flicker, was already positioned over a certain spot outside Jinshan City.
“Boom…
Boom…” With a single slash, he struck the ground.
As if an earthquake had suddenly erupted, the entire earth began to shake violently.
Originally a desolate wilderness, but after his sword struck, the ground split open, forming a massive rift, dozens of ters wide.
With a glance, the land beca a canyon.
Fang Qingshan, turned into a mass of polluted blood, who had been rushing beneath the earth, was forcefully shaken out from underground.
In the chaotic currents of that sword slash, he was like a small boat in raging waves.
Unable to control his form within those currents, he was flung back and forth.
Originally a large mass of polluted blood spanning several ters, he was now diminished by nearly half in an instant.
Unable to maintain his Polluted Blood True Form, he had no choice but to revert back to human form.
At this mont, his face was pale, without a hint of color.
His originally robust body, at a glance, seed to have withered significantly.
Keep in mind, that sword strike of Duan Changkong hadn’t truly hit him yet.
rely the aftershocks of the attack had inflicted serious injuries upon him, leaving him in his current state.
The vast gap in strength between him and Duan Changkong was self-evident.
Had that sword truly struck him, needless to say, Fang Qingshan would undoubtedly be dead.
“You can withstand a strike from without dying; within the Bloodthirsty Sect, you must have considerable strength.”
“Under Duan’s sword, the undying are not naless.”
“State your na, in light of the fact you could withstand one of my strikes, after your death, I’ll allow you a proper burial, and not leave your body to waste in the wilderness.”
Above in the sky, Duan Changkong, who had reverted to human form, looked down from above.
His eyes showed neither joy nor sorrow, devoid of any color, his gaze towards Fang Qingshan was like looking at a dead man.
“If you want to kill, just kill, where’s all this nonsense from?”
“If the head is dropped, it’s just a scar no bigger than the mouth of a bowl, eighteen years later, will I, Master Fang, not be a man once again?”
Knowing there was little chance of survival, Fang Qingshan had now completely given up.
Coughing up several mouthfuls of fresh blood, he raised his head to look straight at Duan Changkong in the sky, and shouted angrily.
At his pri, he had depleted his potential to transform into a mass of polluted blood to escape underground, yet still failed to elude Duan Changkong’s grasp.
And now, he had only a tenth of his forr strength left.
In his current state, facing ordinary martial artists of the secular world, he might find himself outmatched.
In front of a powerhouse like Duan Changkong, he had absolutely no power to fight back.
“Since you so desire death, fine, I’ll grant it to you!”
With a darkened expression, Duan Changkong sneered coldly.
Fang Qingshan, as he now was, really wasn’t worth much of his energy.
Without transforming into the Five-Colored Giant Sword, he rely waved his hand, slashing out a dazzling sword light towards Fang Qingshan below.
“My life is over…” Facing the sword light, Fang Qingshan’s face filled with despair, as he closed his eyes.
He had joined the Bloodthirsty Sect at the age of nine and had lived for over eighty years until now.
Starting from a common Outer Sect Disciple, he had climbed his way up step by step to beco one of the sect elders, truly entering the high ranks of the Sect.
Although his mouth rambled on about being a hero again in eighteen years, deep down, he truly resented having to die here.
But no matter how unwilling he was, what could he do?
The Duan Changkong before him was a cultivator who had faced the Nine Realms Heavenly Tribulation, a Supre Elder of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.
Confronted with such a supre powerhouse, all he could do was close his eyes and wait for death, as there were no other paths to life.
Just as Duan Changkong’s sword light was about to strike him, a deep sigh suddenly entered his ears.
A figure appeared out of thin air, as if by magic, stepping in front of him.
The figure raised a fist towards the sword light that fell from the sky, punching towards it.
Effortlessly, he shattered the sword light, and the ultimate Fist Intent within that punch transford into a phantom fist shadow, larger by several tis than a pot, surging towards the sky.
Duan Changkong’s face shifted as he faced off against the phantom fist shadow, striking several tis with his sword.
Standing on nothingness, he had nowhere to release the force; though he managed to block the phantom fist, annihilating it completely, he was left looking utterly wretched, tumbling repeatedly in the sky.
“A Demon Path’s supre warrior?
Within both Bloodthirsty and Seven Killings sects, there’s no one like you.”
“Who exactly are you, sir, intent on making an enemy of our Ten Thousand Sword Sect?”
Finally stabilizing his body, standing once again in the void, Duan Changkong stared down at the person in front of Fang Qingshan, questioning angrily.
The person was dressed in a nondescript grey Taoist robe, a ghost face mask covering his features, making it impossible to see his face.
From the first glance at this person, he was reminded of the reports about the Demon Path warrior who had appeared in that small town of the new world.
“Taoist Friend, I have no intention of being an enemy to your sect, could you please show so leniency and spare this man?”
The person who intervened was naturally Chen Hai.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his stance casual as he pointed to Fang Qingshan, who had just opened his eyes and was looking at him with confusion, and spoke in a deep voice.
At the first sign of trouble inside the City Lord Mansion, he had already made his way inside.
As he arrived here, it was just short of dusk, the little delay on the road ant dusk had set in, and the night was gradually descending.
Under the cover of nightfall, using Nether Shadow Step, ordinary people wouldn’t notice his presence.
It wouldn’t an much to save just any Bloodthirsty Sect mber.
If he were to bestow a favor, he would choose a target with the strongest power and highest status.
Of the Bloodthirsty Sect invaders who had entered the City Lord Mansion, only Fang Qingshan remained in a blink of an eye.
If he didn’t act soon, he could only watch as Fang Qingshan perished right before his eyes.
Of course, the main reason he had appeared at this mont, blocking the sword strike from Duan Changkong, was that he didn’t feel much of a threat coming from Duan Changkong.
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