ragginovel Chapter 135 One Sword Defeats the Enemy
Chapter 135 One Sword Defeats the Enemy
Someone unleashed demonic means; a large black banner, its surface swirling with black mist, from which hundreds of fierce ghosts burst forth, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on Lu Yuanshan.
This is the Myriad Soul Banner, a demonic artifact crafted from the living souls of cultivators. Each of its fierce ghosts is equivalent to the combat power of an early Foundation Establishment cultivator. When hundreds of them are deployed together, even a late Foundation Establishment cultivator would have to give way.
Someone took out a thunder bead the size of a fist, which contained the power of heavenly thunder. Once detonated, everything within a radius of a hundred feet would be destroyed by lightning.
Someone formed a hand seal and cast a spell, causing a crack several meters wide to split open in the sky, from which billowing magma surged forth, and thick smoke filled the entire sky.
The last person then unleashed a golden seal, which grew larger in the wind, transforming into the size of a small mountain, and pressed down on Lu Yuanshan.
The four attacked simultaneously, their various spiritual lights, spells, and magical artifacts intertwining to illuminate the sea of clouds as if it were daytime.
Lu Yuanshan's gaze sharpened.
He took a deep breath, held the sword in his right hand, and made a hand seal with his left.
The runes on the Azure Sword suddenly lit up, several times brighter than before, and the entire sword transformed into a ten-foot-long azure sword aura.
He gripped the sword with both hands and unleashed a black sword light from above.
This sword strike was not aimed at any individual.
Instead, it slashed at the void beneath their feet.
Where the sword light fell, the void shattered.
It's not a metaphor, but a real shattering.
Wherever the sword light passed, the space resembled a shattered mirror, with cracks spreading in all directions from the point of impact, forming visible black fissures.
What surged from the crack was not spiritual energy, but an extremely violent spatial turbulence that tore, shredded, and devoured everything around it.
The vengeful ghost was instantly torn to pieces in the spatial turbulence, without even having time to let out a scream.
Before the thunder pearl could even detonate, it was swallowed up by the turbulent current and disappeared without a trace.
The magma was sucked into the fissure by the turbulence, extinguishing some of the turbulence in the spatial fissure, but also making the fissure even more violent.
The golden seal was struck by the turbulent currents, cracks appeared on its surface, and it fell from the sky, shattering into several pieces upon hitting the ground.
Four cultivators were swept by the aftershocks of the spatial turbulence. Their protective true essence shattered like paper, and their bodies were torn open with countless wounds. Blood gushed from the wounds and turned into blood mist in the air.
The spatial rift appeared and disappeared quickly, but the space healed again in just two breaths.
The four mangled bodies fell from the sky and landed on a pile of rocks, twitching a few times before becoming still.
One sword strike, and four enemies vanquished.
Lu Yuanshan sheathed his sword and stood there.
Silence returned to the surroundings.
The mountain wind is still blowing, and the moonlight is still shining, but there is no one left alive in this area.
All eleven Foundation Establishment cultivators perished.
In the desolate mountains and wilderness, corpses lay strewn everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers.
Eleven bodies were scattered among the rocks at the pass; some fell against the mountain wall, some hung from the treetops, and some sank into the deep valley.
The blood stained the ground within a radius of several dozen feet around the pass a dark red, and the air was filled with a strong stench of blood.
Lu Yuanshan's face was calm, his breathing was steady, and there wasn't even a drop of blood on his robes.
He glanced down at the corpse on the ground and shook his head slightly.
"Overestimating one's abilities."
He took out a communication jade talisman from his sleeve, probed it with his spiritual sense, and left a few words.
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and his tone was neither too fast nor too slow, as if he were reporting on a routine official matter.
"Uncle-Master, the Zhou, Du, and Chen families joined forces to ambush me on my way back. At Broken Dragon Ridge, all eleven Foundation Establishment cultivators have been killed."
His gaze swept over the scattered storage bags and magical artifacts on the ground, and he added another sentence.
"The secret jade talisman is safe and sound. I will be there shortly."
He tossed the communication jade talisman into the air, where it transformed into a streak of white light and hurtled away, flying swiftly towards the Danxia Sect.
Lu Yuanshan flew to the ground to clean up the battlefield, collected a bunch of storage bags, and then transformed into a beam of light to continue his journey.
Behind them, in the pass of Duanlong Ridge, only eleven cold corpses and bloodstains remained.
The moonlight shone on the corpses, making their faces appear deathly pale.
Some died with their eyes wide open, unable to close in peace; some had distorted faces, their expressions of terror remaining until death; some had blood on their lips, as if they were begging for mercy in their final moments.
But all of this is no longer relevant to Lu Yuanshan.
His figure disappeared into the night, leaving only a streak of cyan sword light that streaked across the sky like a shooting star, vanishing in an instant.
As the night wind picked up, it dispersed some of the stench of blood from the pass.
The calls of owls echoed from afar, reverberating through the empty valley for a long time.
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Time flies, and half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.
Qingluo City.
Guest rooms on the second floor of Chengnan Inn.
Zhang Lin was meditating in his room, his spiritual thoughts rising and falling slowly like the tide in his sea of consciousness.
For the past two weeks, he has rarely gone out. Apart from buying a few jade slips about spirit beasts, he only goes to the front hall to eat breakfast in the early morning and listen to the idle chatter of the rogue cultivators. The rest of the time he stays in his room to cultivate the "Taishang Ganying Pian" and weave a spiritual defense network in his sea of consciousness.
The weaving of the soul defense network was slower than he had expected, and each line consumed a great deal of energy, leaving his spiritual consciousness constantly in a state of depletion and recovery.
Although this made him feel somewhat drowsy every day, his spiritual awareness was growing at an extremely rapid pace.
Over this period of time, the intensity of my spiritual consciousness has increased by at least 30%.
"Even if this soul defense network is just a rough framework, it will probably take another five or six days to complete," Zhang Lin muttered to himself as he opened his eyes.
Fortunately, he wasn't in a hurry to leave; the auction wasn't until more than a month later, so he had plenty of time.
It was nearly noon outside the window, and sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the window frame, casting long, thin shadows on the blue brick floor.
The streets gradually filled with voices: vendors were hawking their wares, independent cultivators were arguing about the price of spiritual materials, and children were chasing and playing at the alley entrance.
Mortals and cultivators lived together in the same city, each doing their own thing, and so they lived in peace.
Just as Zhang Lin was about to circulate his true energy for another cycle to nourish his spiritual sense, the flying spirit left outside the city suddenly detected a subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy.
The wave came from the southeast at great speed, passing through the protective array of Qingluo City and flying straight towards the south of the city.
He immediately recognized that it was not an offensive spell, but a communication talisman from the Danxia Sect, with a familiar mark in its spiritual fluctuations.
He opened his eyes and reached out to catch the white light streaming in through the window.
A pale blue communication jade talisman landed steadily in his palm, the spiritual patterns on its surface still slowly flowing, radiating a warm glow.
He probed with his spiritual sense, and Lu Yuanshan's voice rang in his mind, steady as a mountain, with a hint of barely perceptible joy.
"Half a month ago, the Zhou, Du, and Chen families ambushed and killed me on my way home. Eleven people in total have all been executed."
Zhang Lin's hand stiffened slightly.
Eleven people, capable of intercepting and killing Lu Yuanshan halfway, it's no surprise that they are at least Foundation Establishment cultivators.
He had fought Zhou Huaili, who was in the early stages of Foundation Establishment, in Baishi Town and knew how terrifying Foundation Establishment cultivators were.
Even though Zhou Huaili had been severely injured by Li Xiao and had lost more than half of his true essence, he still used all his strength, employing two mid-grade spiritual artifacts and the Hidden Earth Eight Transformations Profound Truth Technique, to barely kill him.
His seemingly ordinary master, facing eleven Foundation Establishment cultivators from aristocratic families, killed them all with just a sword.