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Du Jiugao stared in confusion, peering out and scanning the area.
Under the cover of night, the inn was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
“Zhang Hu!”
“Liu Dapeng!”
“Where did you all go?”
Du Jiugao called out several tis, but there was no response.
He imdiately realized sothing was wrong, frowning deeply.
There were only two possibilities for the current situation:
First, all his disciples had betrayed him;
Second, soone had killed or knocked out all thirty disciples right under his nose.
However, what astonished Du Jiugao was that neither of these scenarios had occurred.
Because in his Divine Soul Perception, there was not a single person outside.
There were no living people, nor were there any corpses.
There was no sll of blood in the air.
Thirty elite disciples had vanished into thin air, evaporated from the world.
Du Jiugao held his breath, as if facing a great enemy, and yelled loudly, “Which Fellow Daoist is creating illusions here, show yourself imdiately!”
Luo Wenchuan and two fellow disciples exchanged glances, simultaneously thinking of an individual, and hope couldn’t help but rise in their eyes.
Clang clang~
Suddenly, a strange noise ca from sowhere.
Du Jiugao imdiately grabbed his junior sister and dashed towards the inn’s backyard.
“There’s clearly no one in the backyard…”
Du Jiugao doubted himself, pointed his toes, and leaped over a stone wall.
Suddenly, a figure appeared before his eyes.
The person was sitting in front of a pile of firewood, very close by.
However, Du Jiugao’s Divine Soul Perception was entirely blank, failing to detect this person’s existence.
It was as if the individual was invisible!
Du Jiugao was startled, narrowed his eyes slightly, and hesitantly asked, “Fellow Daoist, who might you be?”
“This is Predecessor Fang Zhixing from Divine Treasure Sect!” his junior sister exclaid with joy.
“Fang Zhixing…”
Du Jiugao had never heard of this na before, feeling completely unfamiliar.
However, he did know of the Divine Treasure Sect, a sect that had long since perished and held no significance to him, the Sect Master of the Poison Toad Sect.
At that mont, Fang Zhixing was holding the Funeral Blade, choosing a nice-looking log, and was fervently whittling it.
The sturdy log seed as soft as tofu, spiraling smaller and smaller.
Seeing this, Du Jiugao felt uneasy and took a deep breath, saying, “Fellow Daoist Fang, this is a feud between my Poison Toad Sect and the Canghai Sect, and it has nothing to do with you.
Please do not interfere.”
“Shush!”
Fang Zhixing raised a finger to his lips, making a silencing gesture.
“…”
Du Jiugao fell silent.
After a while, Fang Zhixing finished shaping the log into a staff that was as long as his eyebrows.
He smiled in satisfaction, raised the staff, and asked, “How do you find it?”
Du Jiugao scrutinized it closely, his shock expanding imnsely.
The staff was incredibly smooth and round, perfectly straight in length, and perfectly circular in cross-section.
Such a masterpiece was hard to imagine as crafted with a saber.
Such a sharp Treasure Saber!
Such an exquisite Blade Skill!
Du Jiugao had goosebumps all over, looking at Fang Zhixing with an expression akin to seeing a ghost.
Fang Zhixing asked with a smile, “Do you know why I made this staff?”
“…”
Du Jiugao felt a chill, tensed his body, ready to leap back and escape.
Fang Zhixing spoke deliberately, “I made this staff to kill you!”
With that said!
Du Jiugao’s feet forcefully pushed off the ground, his body retreating swiftly as if being yanked back by so force, moving at extre speed.
At the next instant, his vision blurred, and Fang Zhixing suddenly disappeared.
Du Jiugao abruptly looked up.
A figure erged abruptly above him, none other than Fang Zhixing.
Fang Zhixing clutched the staff, holding it high, and slamd it down vehently.
In an instant, the staff emitted a black-golden glow, brightening the night sky like daylight, with trendous force.
“Martial Sect!”
Du Jiugao’s scalp tingled, his whole body breaking out in goosebumps.
Indeed!
At that mont, Fang Zhixing had elevated his cultivation to the Martial Sect Realm.
[Awakening Stick Technique: Relentless beating]
[Awakening Stick Technique: Single bachelor]
[Special Effects: Upright and honest, Unpredictable Stick Technique, achieved in ‘One Breath’, analytical to the extre.]
“Single Bachelor, bound to be beaten!”
Fang Zhixing wielded the staff, striking with the speed of thunder, giving no ti for Du Jiugao to cover his ears.
“Poison Toad Armor!”
Du Jiugao summoned all his strength, his body bursting with milky-white light, concentrating on his arms interlocked above his head.
At the sa ti, his face puffed up with bulging warts, oozing a milky liquid, stickily terrifying.
Instantly, Du Jiugao’s entire appearance beca incredibly hideous, repulsive to gods and ghosts alike.
Boom!
The staff smashed precisely between Du Jiugao’s interlocked arms.
Crack~
Both arms broke!
The relentless staff continued downward, striking toward the top of Du Jiugao’s head.
Thud!
Du Jiugao’s head sank into his chest cavity, his body plumting rapidly, creating a huge pit.
Fang Zhixing slightly smiled, retracted the staff, and slung it over his shoulder, looking dashing and carefree.
The move “Single Bachelor” was full of explosive power, growing stronger against the strong, and its damage was also extrely high.
Its aggressive assault was unmatched, much like a desperate bachelor seeking a girlfriend, seizing every opportunity from flirtatious glances, exploiting every opening.
The enemy, much like a beautiful woman, was pursued and relentlessly harassed by the bachelor, unable to escape, ultimately yielding.
“Predecessor Fang!”
The drenched junior sister showed gratitude on her face, letting out a long sigh of relief, “It’s fortunate you were here, or else the consequences would be unimaginable; we would have been completely wiped out.”
Fang Zhixing smiled and said, “If it weren’t for these people using base thods like the Love Potion, you surely would have turned the tides of misfortune into good fortune.”
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