159: firefighters

"Kill!"

The Disciples of the Changsheng Sect, each filled with a monstrous killing intent, charged toward the members of the Demonic Path's First-Grade Hall.

Having been bullied right at their doorstep, they naturally couldn't show the slightest mercy!

Huang Wanqiu's eyes were icy as she pierced her sword into the throat of a second-level Purple Mansion Realm cultivator; blood also dripped from her left shoulder.

A wound several centimeters long had appeared on her left shoulder.

But Huang Wanqiu ignored it completely. After pulling out her longsword, she swung it down, slicing a fifth-level Foundation Establishment Realm woman nearby into two.

During this time, her Revered Master Pei Yuanqing's cultivation had fallen to the eighth level of the Purple Mansion Realm. He spent his days in a drunken stupor, no longer resembling a Grand Elder in the slightest.

Huang Wanqiu felt extreme hatred, and a violent emotion began to brew in her heart.

Since the Demonic Path's First-Grade Hall had come to them, Huang Wanqiu finally had an outlet, and she naturally wouldn't suppress her emotions any longer.

"Boom!"

Just then, a terrifying roar echoed from the sky. Old Ancestor Zhen Nanfeng was sent flying by a palm strike from a cold-faced old man, crashing directly into the ground below!

Accompanied by a violent boom, dust billowed up from the ground.

At that moment, a chilling sword light followed closely, slashing into the dust below.

Another violent boom sounded as a trench hundreds of meters long appeared, directly shattering a row of buildings belonging to the Changsheng Sect.

"Old Ancestor!"

The members of the Changsheng Sect were all shocked, and many of their expressions turned grim.

The Old Ancestor was the pillar of the Changsheng Sect; if something happened to him, the sect would be finished.

"Cough, cough!"

A violent coughing sound came from below as Zhen Nanfeng flew up, a trail of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.

A shield had appeared in Zhen Nanfeng's hand, and his expression was exceptionally cold!

At that moment, a phantom stepped out from Zhen Nanfeng's body; this was the split soul he had condensed.

Then, the two figures lunged straight at the two men in the sky.

In an instant, the great battle resumed!

On Zhen Yaotian's side, his eyes gradually turned cold. With a sway of his body, a split soul emerged from him.

The two Zhen Yaotians lunged at their opponents, their killing intent becoming increasingly terrifying.

"Changsheng Sword Manual, Myriad Sword Kill!"

Zhen Yaotian shouted as his Aura surged. He raised his longsword, and streaks of sword light poured out like a flood.

This was the Changsheng Sect's only Earth Rank peak-grade Battle Technique, the Changsheng Sword Manual.

Not many could Cultivate this Battle Technique; only the Old Ancestor and the Sect Master were permitted, and even the Elders were not qualified!

The man fighting Zhen Yaotian changed expression. A scale appeared in his hand, and he spat a mouthful of blood onto it.

As the blood splashed onto the scale, it instantly erupted with countless red lights, then rapidly expanded to block the path in front of the man.

"Clang, clang..."

Countless swords bombarded the scale like dense raindrops.

The red light on the scale dimmed rapidly, and under the man's terrified gaze, it exploded.

Before the man could react, he was swallowed by countless streaks of sword light.

Accompanied by a piercing scream, the man was riddled with holes by the countless Sword Qi.

His Primordial Spirit flew out and fled into the distance in terror, moving as fast as lightning!

Just then, the sound of wind and thunder suddenly rang out as Ji Wuchang blocked the path of the Primordial Spirit.

Before the Primordial Spirit could react, the Storage Ring in Ji Wuchang's hand emitted a faint blue light.

A terrifying suction force emanated from the Storage Ring, and before the man's Primordial Spirit could respond, it was sucked straight into the ring!

"Ji Wuchang, keep a close watch. These Nascent Souls whose Physical Bodies were just destroyed and haven't been contaminated are useful to me. I can devour them to increase my Divine Soul strength!"

Ji Yaoyao's voice echoed in Ji Wuchang's ear.

Ji Wuchang curled his lip; only experts at the Soul Splitting Realm or above could truly condense a Nascent Soul.

Below the Soul Splitting Realm, what forms is a Divine Soul that relies on the Physical Body; it cannot yet condense into a Nascent Soul, and thus cannot form a split soul capable of independent combat.

This time, he was simply taking advantage of Sect Master Zhen Yaotian's success!

Zhen Yaotian gave Ji Wuchang a meaningful look, but then he turned his gaze toward another person, his killing intent cold.

Ji Wuchang's Divine Soul swept the area and found that Chen Boyu and Duan Junsheng were being forced back by a fourth-level Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, their situation precarious.

Without hesitation, Ji Wuchang raised his Netherworld Sword and slashed down!

A streak of sword light instantly sent the man's head flying, startling Chen Boyu and Duan Junsheng, who then both sighed in relief.

The two cupped their fists toward Ji Wuchang and then continued to fight, as now was not the time for thanks.

Ji Wuchang simply acted as a firefighter.

Seeing Zuo Yan in trouble, sent flying by a palm strike from a third-level Purple Mansion Realm cultivator, Ji Wuchang quickly flashed to his side!

"Slaying Wind and Thunder!"

Lightning permeated Ji Wuchang's left hand as countless translucent longblades formed from lightning appeared and slashed down at the man.

A blade light slashed directly into the man's forehead. Fear appeared in his eyes as endless lightning spread across his body.

A bloodline appeared at his forehead, and his body split in two, blood spraying as he fell from the sky.

Ji Wuchang took the man's Storage Ring and, before Zuo Yan could speak, vanished with a sway of his body.

Zuo Yan looked at Ji Wuchang's departing back with a complex expression. He knew that a massive gap now existed between him and Ji Wuchang.

This gap was even larger than the one between him and Zhen Miaoqing; he likely wouldn't be able to catch up in this lifetime.

Zuo Yan set aside his complex emotions and turned his gaze toward the members of the Demonic Path's First-Grade Hall, his killing intent cold!

"Kill!"

Zuo Yan shouted and sent an eighth-level Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator flying with a sword strike.

Amidst the opponent's piercing scream, before they could react, his figure arrived in front of them and pierced his sword into their chest!

"Jade-Shattering Finger!"

Ji Wuchang shouted, raising his left index finger and pointing it down toward a fourth-level Purple Mansion Realm old man below.

"Courting death!"

The old man shouted coldly, throwing a punch that collided directly with Ji Wuchang's finger.

With a loud "Boom," Ji Wuchang retreated over ten steps, while the old man also stumbled back several steps, his face showing shock.

"Heart-Treading Step!"

"Dark Moon Kill!"

Ji Wuchang's eyes were cold as he took a step forward, then swung his Netherworld longsword down at the old man, aiming for his throat.

The old man felt an intense pain in his heart, as if it were about to split open, and he retreated frantically.

With a "swish," the old man screamed again as a bloodline rose from his chest.

Ji Wuchang's sword failed to kill the man outright, instead slashing across his chest.

"Heart-Treading Step, Second Step!"

Ji Wuchang's eyes were filled with monstrous killing intent. Without hesitation, he raised his right foot and stomped hard on the Void Realm once more.

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, his longsword falling from his hand as he clutched his chest tightly with both hands.

The sound of wind and thunder rang out, and the old man's head flew into the air!