13: The power of talismans

Lin Jingyu grabbed the Fat Sheep's arm. It was icy cold to the touch, and he felt the other party's body trembling slightly.

"Hurry! Towards the Market Town!"

He whispered, his voice hoarse with tension, and tried to drag him away. As long as they escaped to the Shantytown, using the popularity of those Loose Cultivators as cover, these Bandit Cultivators wouldn't dare to openly pursue them!

"Th-thank you, Fellow Daoist... for saving my life..."

The Fat Sheep seemed to sober up a bit after being pulled by him. He forced himself to stand steady and actually bowed solemnly to Lin Jingyu.

Then he turned to face Lin Chenyuan, who was rapidly attacking with a long sword.

Lin Jingyu almost spat out a mouthful of old blood! What time was it now?! His eyebrows were practically on fire! And he was still bothering with such empty courtesies?

He was so anxious he wished he could slap him: "Thank my ass! Hurry up and run for your life! If you dawdle any longer, once they recover, both of us will be finished here! Go!"

He practically roared, adding more force to the hand gripping the Fat Sheep's arm.

However, the Fat Sheep suddenly flung his hand away! He raised his hand and fiercely wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. On that pale, blood-stained face, there was no panic of fleeing, but rather a chilling, almost insane stubbornness!

Those eyes, which had been somewhat unfocused due to injury, were now frighteningly bright, burning with raging anger and... humiliation!

"Flee?"

The Fat Sheep's voice suddenly rose, with a sharp, almost fanatical edge, "I, Fei Yangyang, have lived my life; when have I ever been so pathetic? A mere few Qi Refining Middle Stage chickens and dogs! How dare they... how dare they force me into such a situation!"

His chest heaved violently, and with every word, a trace of bloody foam spilled from his lips, but his eyes grew even more crazed. "If I don't avenge this! My thoughts will not be clear! My spirit will not be smooth! My Dao Heart will be stained, how can I cultivate? Fellow Daoist! Please protect me!"

Protect your mother's ass!

Are you out of your damn mind?!

Lin Jingyu was so angry that his vision went black, almost going berserk on the spot, pointing at the Fat Sheep's nose and about to curse him out. This wasn't a Fat Sheep? This was a damn lunatic with a hole in his head!

But just as his last word was about to come out—

Buzz!

An indescribable, terrifyingly sharp aura, as if from the Nine Heavens, suddenly descended! The Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth even solidified!

The Fat Sheep trembled, yet with immense determination, he offered up an item from his Storage Pouch!

It was not a divine Sharp Weapon, but a palm-sized, entirely white, seemingly unremarkable jade talisman.

On the surface of the jade talisman, there was only a shallow sword mark, as if casually drawn.

However, the moment the jade talisman hung in the air!

Clang—!

A clear, soaring, ear-splitting sword cry resounded through the clouds! Like a Dragon's roar from the Nine Heavens, it made Lin Jingyu's eardrums ache and his Soul tremble violently!

That shallow sword mark suddenly burst forth with terrifying light that pierced the sky, and the jade talisman expanded rapidly against the wind!

In an instant, it transformed into a gigantic sword phantom spanning between heaven and earth!

On the sword body, ancient patterns of coiling Dragons and carved Phoenixes were clearly visible, circulating with destructive spiritual light that made one's Soul tremble! The mighty sword prestige, like a blazing sun from the Nine Heavens falling to earth, instantly dispelled the gloom within several miles!

The light was so intense, so fierce, that Lin Jingyu instinctively closed his eyes, feeling a stinging burn on his skin!

"Go!"

The Fat Sheep used all his strength to hoarsely utter a single word, pointing his finger decisively towards the direction where black smoke billowed and continuous screams echoed!

Buzz—!

The phantom of the gigantic coiling Dragon sword trembled slightly, then silently tore through the air! Its speed was so fast it surpassed the limits of vision! It only left behind a straight, long-lasting vacuum trace of Spiritual Qi, formed by pure destructive Sword Intent!

"Tali-talisman treasure!"

Below, Lin Chenyuan, who had just stabilized himself and was still in shock, was struck as if by a Heavenly God's thunderbolt from the Nine Heavens! He shrieked, his voice completely distorted by extreme fear, shrill and piercing!

On his old face, all greed, ferocity, and scheming were instantly replaced by boundless, bone-deep terror!

He trembled uncontrollably like a sieve, unable to maintain his Flight Technique, and plummeted straight down from mid-air like a bird with broken wings!

Immense regret bit at his heart like a venomous snake! A talisman treasure! Only Golden Core mighty figures could expend their Origin to refine a talisman treasure!

What Fat Sheep was this? This was clearly a King of Hell in sheep's clothing! An ancestor carrying a death warrant! How could he have been so deluded as to collude with the idiots from Black Wind Stockade to ambush such a person?

It's over! Everything's over!

To form a life-and-death enmity with such a figure!

Forget Black Wind Stockade, even the entire Southeast Market Town, or even the Qinglan Sect, couldn't protect him!

The power behind this person could wipe out Black Wind Stockade with a wave of a hand.

Wherever the sword light passed, two Bandit Cultivators from Black Wind Stockade, who had just managed to rush out of the black smoke with lingering expressions of shock, anger, and bewilderment on their faces, didn't even have time to scream.

Their bodies, like ice and snow under a scorching sun, or like inferior ink erased by an invisible eraser, silently, completely... vanished!

There was no flesh flying, no broken limbs, only an empty void! As if they had never existed in this world!

A bone-chilling cold instantly froze Lin Chenyuan's blood and marrow!

Only one thought remained in his mind, an animalistic wail echoing in the depths of his Soul:

"Run! Run! As far as you can!"

At this moment, he didn't hope to escape the talisman treasure's lock; he only hoped... he only hoped he could run a little faster than the terrified scarred-face from Black Wind Stockade next to him!

Lin Jingyu was completely frozen, like a clay or wooden statue.

He rubbed his eyes forcefully, almost gouging them out, then fiercely, without any mercy, pinched the soft flesh on the inside of his thigh!

Hiss—!

The sharp pain made him gasp, but it also completely dispelled the last trace of unreality.

It wasn't a dream!

That terrifying power that could freeze one's Soul... was real!

He swallowed with difficulty, his throat dry and tight, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest, almost breaking through his ribs.

Where the phantom of the gigantic coiling Dragon sword passed, Qi Refining Middle Stage Bandit Cultivators were erased like dust.

This power was suffocatingly strong, so strong that it prevented him from even conceiving a thought of resistance from the depths of his Soul!

This was true immortal cultivation! Turning hands into clouds, overturning hands into rain, viewing all living beings as ants! Terrifying indeed!

"My brother! My dear brother!" Lin Jingyu suddenly jumped up, excitedly slapping his thigh, pointing at the gray figure in the distance, who was desperately twisting his butt and fleeing at a speed as if burning his essence blood, his voice cracking.

"Why didn't you bring out this great killer weapon earlier! Quick, quick, quick! Aim at that old bastard, give him a thorough chill! Don't let that damn thing get away!"

However, behind him was dead silence.